She finished in the shower ahead of me and was in the bedroom when I crossed the hall after drying off. She'd lit a couple of candles, suggesting she was in a romantic mood. She was standing in front of her dresser, one topped with a large mirror. She was just opening the bottom drawer to find a clean nightgown to wear to bed when came up behind her silently and put my hands on her hips. She made eye contact with me in the mirror and smiled. I pulled off the towel I had wrapped around me and let it drop to the floor.
"What are you thinking?" she asked, though she already knew the answer. I slid my hands around her and stroked her flat stomach, working my way slowly up to her heavy, naked d-cup breasts. I hefted each one, gently thumbing the dark nipples. She watched intently in the mirror and gave an audible sigh. She reached behind her with her right hand, seeking my hardening cock. She took it in her hand and began squeezing, feeling me come to full hardness in response to her touch.
"I was thinking about these beautiful breasts," I finally told her, "and how much I love the weight and feel of them and they way the nipples harden when I do this." I began tracing the underside curves each breast with the tips of my fingers, then gliding back up toward the nipples, circling the aerolas without actually touching them. She squirmed and squeezed my cock more tightly. I moved my hands further away, stroking fist her shoulders and neck, then working my way down her arms all the way to her wrists, retracing those motions in the opposite direction coming back to the breasts, but carefully avoiding direct contact with her nipples.
"Please," she said, "don't tease me."
"And what will do for me?"
"Anything you want. Just please don't tease me."
"Will you suck my cock?"
Her eyes widened at this. Direct and dirty talk had never been part of our love making repertoire. I wasn't sure how she would react. "Yes," was all she said, with a surprised little laugh.
Will you rub my cock on your tits?"
"If that's what you want."
"Would you like to squeeze my hard cock between your tits?" I pushed her boobs inward, rubbing the nipples together for emphasis.
"Yes. Anything you want." She was smiling broadly, clearly having a hard time holding back her laughter.
I continued stroking her soft skin while I planted kisses on neck and shoulders. When my fingers reached her breasts again, I gave each nipple a gentle pinch. We continued making deep eye contact in the mirror while we stood there watching our foreplay. I opened the lid of the jewelry box on the dresser top in front of us. "I want to dress you while you watch in the mirror."