In the darkness of the room, my eyes close and I listen to my breathing and heartbeat. The sheets freshly laundered, the slight sweetness of the fabric softener fills my senses. Gradually my body warms the bed and I doze off in the enveloping warmth.
The shaft of light from the hallway brings me out of my slumber. Its quickly extinguished as the door closes and the room returns to darkness. Footsteps, familiar with the room, head directly to the dresser. A scrap of a match, momentary flash of brilliance and a candle comes to life. Its followed by a second on the dresser, then a third by the one of the nightstand. The scent of citrus soon encompasses the room and I breath deep taking it in as I wake fully from my nap. The candle light allows me to see you. You are standing in the middle of the room, I can make out your features but not in detail. But I know its you and I stretch out on the bed. Laying on my back, my right arm up under my head. Looking towards you across my body, I can see my nipple rising up at my excitement of having you near. Nude except for a thong panty, I lay still waiting for you. Willing my love, my desire, my need for you to fill your mind as it fills mine.
Eyes adjusting to the light, I watch as you start to undress. In the silence of the room, your zipper cuts the air and my breath comes quicker. I can feel the smile on my face expanding with it. You shrug and shake your shoulders and the dress falls forward. Pleasantly surprised to see that you are nude underneath. Knowing now there was no need to try to will anything to you. I hear, but don't see, your shoes as you kick them off and start towards the bed.
Remaining immobile at your approach, even as you reach down to me. Your fingers hook under the waistband of my thong. "What is this?" The fabric tight as you pull them up. The back becomes a string between my butt-cheeks as you do this. A wonderful tightness in my ass crack and up over my sex. You continue to pull, causing my lower torso to lift up off the bed. Your hand releases and I bounce on the bed. "Take them off." Said softly but leaving my doubt of the speed required. Once again my butt rises up off the head, this time by me as my hands push the thong out of my crotch and down my hips. Sitting up to remove them, you extend your hand to me. I place them in your palm. You bring them to your nose and I hear you sniff deeply.
"Open your mouth." My jaw drops and your fingers jam my panties into my mouth. Tasting myself on them. Surprised but not surprised that I had dampened them before their removal. After filling my mouth, you pat my cheek then draw my chin up to seal them inside my mouth.
"Lay down, roll over." Your voice firm but I can hear the lust too. Thrilled that you have come to me full of desire. I move prone, face down. Your hand is swift, the instant that I am turned over I feel its bite. The contact loud, the sting sharp as you hit my ass. A second strike follows before I can make a noise. This one harder than the first, as if you were gauging the distance the first time. "Lift up." Raising up my butt, a pillow is forced under me. And now the air is filled with the swish of your arm and the slap of your hand on my ass. My head facing you, I can make out your movements and my eyes focus on your swinging breasts. Your arm in continuous movement, both cheeks go from stinging to warmth to hot with no let up. My panties wet with my saliva becoming a small ball in my mouth. In between deep intakes of air through my nose, I suck the moisture from my panties; removing all traces of the taste of myself from them.
My ass on fire now, wondering how red my skin must be just as you stop. "Stay there. Open." Your finger in my mouth, pulling the wet mass of my panties out. Soon the coolness of them covers my ass as you open and lay them out on me. Its then that I realize how wet I am. My pussy leaking.
In the flicking light, I make you out at the closet. Inside it, hunting in the dim light. Boxes open and close, a dull bang of one hitting the floor as you find it. Time drags as I wait for your return. Its only a minute but it seems an hour. The closet door closes and your outline is visible again. The shadow of the dildo strapped to you bounces on the opposite wall as you near me. A yank at the nightstand drawer and the lube is in your hand. I watch you squeeze it, a wet plop from the plastic tube fills your palm. Your hand strokes the cock, covering it liberally. Another squeeze, another palm full of lube. The lube drops onto the bed and your hands rub together.
