I looked in the mirror and smiled. Scented candles were dotted along the tops of the bedside chests of drawers, the soft light making the crisp clean sheets and plump pillows on the bed look even more inviting.
I knew that once you arrived, the neat pillows and carefully arranged cushions would be in disarray, the coffee coloured sheets tangling underneath our writhing bodies.... I shook my head to clear these thoughts, focussing instead on what this evening would mean.
It had been the longest month of my life. Three weeks and five days of torture – an enforced time out from the man of my dreams. Just the thought of your strong tanned forearms made me weak. Picturing your rough, blunt-fingered hands and remembering all the times those fingers had touched my skin made me tremble with desire.
The knock at the door startled me from my reminiscing. I caught sight of my flushed cheeks and excited smile as I gave myself one last glance in the mirror, taking in the long smooth legs that ended in a pair of red silk shorts. My gaze travelled up, along my stomach to the matching red silk bra, my creamy DD breasts spilling out over the cups, my rapidly stiffening nipples pushing out against the tight fabric. The glossy red fingernails, toenails and lipstick completed the look and coupled with the smoky eyes and long flowing dark locks I was very pleased with what I saw.
I danced to the door, eyes shining. I opened it wide, striking a pose as I took in your reaction. Your pupils widened, sexy blue eyes scorching the skimpy red silk from my body. I was instantly flooded with heat, goosebumps prickling across my skin, lips parting as I raised my eyes to your handsome face.
I heard a sharp intake of breath, then you surged forward, taking me in your arms as you kicked the door shut behind you. Unsmiling and intense we didn't utter a single word, pressing our bodies tightly together , trying with one touch to make up for those long, difficult weeks apart. Your stubble grazed my shoulder as you buried your face in my neck, your lips finding that sensitive patch of skin under my ear that sends shivers of lust up my spine. Pinned to the wall I feel your hands reacquaint themselves with my near naked body, making my breath come in shallow pants.
Your lips find mine, your stubble burning a path of fire across my neck, tracing the line of my jaw with yours, fighting for dominance. I willingly succumb to your powerful masculine control, my legs parting involuntarily as you part my lips with your tongue, thrusting it into my mouth. Your hips thrust against mine, letting me feel every inch of your rock hard cock grinding into my damp, silk-covered crotch. All I can do is whimper, dry sobs racking my throat.
Your hands cup my ass, lifting me up the wall as your lips trail breathless wet kisses down to the tops of my breasts. I wrap my arms around your neck, lock my legs around your waist and surrender to you completely. You carry me to the bedroom, lay me on the bed then stand back. A look of pure animal lust comes over your face as you take in my dishevelled appearance, lips parted in desire, hips shifting from side to side, unable to keep still, desperate to feel your weight pressing down on me, your naked chest against my breasts, your naked cock sliding deep into the heart of me....
In one motion you strip your torso of clothing, throwing it behind you without a second thought. Your heavy boots are kicked off, dull thuds that seem to echo in the room, heightening my senses further. You bend and peel off your socks, giving me a sneak preview of your tight buttocks encased in denim.
A moan escapes my lips and in sheer frustration my hands find my thighs, caressing, stroking, teasing... Edging closer to my aching pussy. One finger finds its way inside the seam of my now sodden silk shorts, mere millimetres from my aching clit when you growl in protest, shaking your head and stopping me in my tracks.
I reluctantly remove my hands from my body, gripping handfuls of the duvet, my discomfort plain for you to see. The hint of a smile that plays on your gorgeous mouth makes me bite my lip, corners curling upwards in a return smile that mirrors your own.
You unbuckle your belt in one smooth motion, shucking your jeans from your hips. I watch the heavy denim fall to the ground, the thud of your wallet and the coins spilling across my bedroom floor comfortingly familiar.
