I lay back on the bed, watching you dress. My cock still throbbing from the vigorous ride you just gave it. You slip on your jacket, glancing back over your shoulder with an apologetic "I have to go" look. I smile and nod, knowing that you have to get home, but I can't hide my disappointment with that fact.
I roll over to my stomach as I hear the door click behind you, smiling as I think of your body writhing beneath me. Your scent still fills the room, even more than the "eroticaroma" candles you brought. I chuckle, wondering why you think I need any scent other than yours to arouse me. The soft sheets rubbing against my flaccid member remind me of your skin. Your thighs, your tits and your so very supple lips.
My thoughts betray me as my once drained member begins to re-awaken. I haven't had enough.... I still need more of you. I start to stroke my cock, slowly, imagining your talented mouth swallowing me. This is bullshit, I think to myself. I want the real thing, again, and I want it now.
I dress quickly and head out the door. Driving recklessly, I arrive at your house in no time. I'm in a mood. The blood rushing to my crotch has drained the rational thinking from my head and has replaced my thoughts with only one; I must have you!
Looking up, I can see your bedroom light on and as I walk to the back of your house, I can see the master bath light on as well. A silent "please" rushes through my mind as I test the back door and a grin crosses my lips as it opens for me. Closing the door quietly, I listen in the darkness and hear the hiss of the shower. Walking slowly through the dark, my heart pounding in my chest, I approach the stairs before ascending quickly. I turn off the lights in your bedroom as I reach the door, before removing my shirt and leaving it in the hall.
I can hear you humming to yourself in the shower, the steam escaping the open bathroom door as I spy your robe laying on the bed. I slip the belt from the loops and hang it around my neck as I hear the squeak of the faucets being turned off. I quickly move behind the bathroom door, hidden in the darkness of the bedroom as I wait for you.
I hear the soft pad of your foot on the cool tile floor as you exit the shower. You wrap a towel around you as you walk to the bed before dropping it and begin drying yourself. I watch as you wipe away the beads of water clinging to your skin, your nipples responding to the cool air of the room. You place a foot up on the bed as you begin drying your legs, your ass thrust back towards me as you slide the towel up and down the length of your long legs.
I open my jeans, reaching in and freeing my aching dick as I watch you switch feet on the bed. The slit of your sweet pussy now visible to me as you dab at the beads of water clinging to your neatly trimmed bush. Your fingers linger, sliding slowly between your lips, rubbing slowly on your clit.
You drop your head forward, your wet hair draping over your face as the pace of your fingers begins to quicken. You give a quick moan of satisfaction, before ceasing your self indulgence and draping the towel over your head to dry your hair.