After my birthday dinner, we burst into her apartment, hardly able to contain ourselves in the hallway. She backs me into the wall, putting one hand behind my neck, the other one up my dress and between my thighs as she kisses me. I moan in relief as she soothes the aching need of my body for touch. She kisses my neck, and grazes the outside of my panties teasingly.
Off comes my dress, as she roughly yanks it up by the bottom seams over my head. She forcefully throws the dress to her right, and my heart quickens. With one hand on my hip, she reaches behind me and unclasps my bra, and then both her hands make a bee-line for my panties which are yanked down to my ankles. In sum, I am naked in front of my lover in one minute flat.
She turns on the bright lights in the living room and steps back to observe my body, my nakedness. I close my eyes and bite my lip when I realize it: I'm her prey. I'm always the last to know these things. My naked body is being observed, watched, probably being commented on mentally by my fully clothed lover. I breathe heavily from the pleasurable embarrassment. She knows what this does to me.
Gruelingly pleasurable minutes pass as I watch my lover's eyes pass over my naked body. My face flushes. I see the calculating expression painted on my love's face, and I can only guess what she's thinking of doing to me. I watch her gaze start at my legs, and work up to my cunt. I wonder if she can see my wetness has spread down my thighs. I take her devilish grin as a yes. I feel more embarrassment, which only adds to the stickiness between my legs. If this continues for much longer, my cum will be running down my thighs.
Her eyes continue up to my breasts, where she stops and bites her lower lip The sound of my sharp intake of breath fills the quiet room. She folds her arms over her chest, and continues drawing her eyes up until they lock with mine. I blush. "Fuck," I groan out. A staring contest begins between us. She lifts one eyebrow. We both know I won't win, but I continue to stare. I can practically see the judgment in her eyes. I want to look away, but I also want to keep looking -- this embarrassment feels so good.
She breaks the silence by huskily saying, "Turn around." I break the eye contact unwillingly by closing my eyes and moaning. I reopen my eyes to see her smiling with satisfaction. I slowly turn around, painfully aware of her eyes on my ass. I feel only more embarrassment; I can't watch her watch me. This exposure makes me groan.
"Spread your legs and put your hands on the wall." I take one step in either direction and put my hands wide up against the wall directly in front of me. I'm breathing loudly and heavily. I almost can't stand the tension. My lover is taller than I, and I am jolted when I feel her hot breath on my neck as she demands, "Wider." This only makes me shorter yet.
She kisses my shoulder tenderly, and moves her way up to the back of my neck. "My god, you are so soft," she breathes heavily into my ear. Her gentleness makes me lean in to her touch, as her hand gently caresses my hip. She runs her fingers softly through my hair, and then suddenly grabs hard and tugs my head back. She kisses roughly and nips at my vulnerable exposed neck. She works the kisses up my neck and breathes coarsely into my ear, "I am tempted to fuck you right like this. With you leaning up against the wall for support as I make you come." My knees already feel they will give out, and she hasn't even touched me yet. "Would you like that?" I am aching for her touch, and I whisper, "Please."
"Are you wet from me watching you?" I moan in response. I feel her fingers reaching from behind to my aching cunt. She groans in my ear when she feels how thoroughly soaked I am. "I love knowing I do this to you, that I make you this wet and I don't even have to touch you." I hear the pride in her voice. I'm hoping she really will fuck me right here, but she pulls her fingers away.
Before I can call out in frustration, she has picked me up and is carrying me to her bedroom. She sets my legs down, and asks me to stay standing as she lifts her shirt over her head. Even the way she takes off her shirt is incredibly sexy. My lover's body is beautiful, and I am pulled to her like a magnet. I rub my naked body up against hers, as I reach behind her to unclasp her bra. I pull her bra off by the bridge and throw it to the floor. Her breasts spill out, and I gently take a handful and squeeze was I lean in to kiss her.
My favorite part of undressing my lover is undoing her belt. I always feel so sexy, like I am falling submissive to my dominant girlfriend when I look her in the eyes and unbuckle her belt. I undo the buckle, releasing the tension and let it go slack and slowly pull it off her. I then put both of my hands on either side of her hips, ready to peel her jeans off her when she stops me.
She whispers in my ear in a commanding voice, "I want you on your knees, love." I kiss her strongly. I know what's coming and I close my eyes and pant and my face feels flushed. I then sink to the floor onto my knees, and as she takes off her jeans in front of me is my favorite strap-on cock of hers. I had no idea she was packing. I lick my lips gazing up at her member. I want to wrap my petite fingers around her wide and lengthy cock, but my mouth wants the first turn.
"Not yet," she commands gazing down at me, and runs her fingers through my hair. She moves to the bed four feet away from me, and motions for me to follow. I go to stand up, but she clicks her tongue and says, "I want you to crawl." Shivers run up my spine and a breathy moan escapes my lips as I crawl towards my lover, never once breaking eye contact. I sense her composure wavering as she lets out a breath of excitement from watching me slowly crawl on all fours to between her legs.
