Walking into the room I see you relaxing in a chair by the bed. Your presence fills the large room; the air around me instantly crackles with anticipation and the need that just seeing you creates within me.
Your eyes bore into mine, your expression serious; your body language emanates strength and exquisite control. You say nothing but your eyes roam my form, drawing a heated path down my body. My skin tingles where your eyes touch and I am wet already. I wonder if you know just the effect that your presence has on my body.
I shuffle my stance to try to alleviate the aching need my pussy already feels; sure that the wetness there will be running down the inside of my thighs soon; my sheer black panties already soaked through. I look away from you, unable to remain still under your unrelenting stare, not yet wanting you to know just how easily and how strongly my body reacts to you, though I'm certain you already know.
Glancing at the window, I see the curtains drawn back slightly and the darkness pressing against the glass. The light in the room allows anyone outside to see directly in. This creates such a nervousness within me that swirls together and mixes deliciously with my increasing anticipation.
I look back to you and watch as you take in my body. I've worn for you sheer black panties and bra that show more than they actually cover. My nipples are already aching and straining against the lacy material as your gaze sweeps over them. My heart races as your gaze drifts lower then back up to meet my eyes. Erotic images seem to arc between us and flash in differing sequences in my mind: devouring images of lying naked beneath you, consuming images of being filled with you, mouths meeting, hands squeezing... such a delicious foretelling.
The growing bulge in your pants draws my attention to the hard cock that's straining to be released. I watch as it jerks in its confines as if you can feel my gaze like a squeeze of my hand around you. I walk slowly to you wanting instantly to feel you and be felt by you. My desire to be close to you and have your strong hands on my body courses through me. Standing before you, between your knees, I feel your hands grip my waist and a sigh escapes me.
I love the feeling of control your hands have; the feeling of possession, of taking whatever you want without concern. I feel them slip around to squeeze my bottom, each hand easily covering each cheek, gripping them tightly, fingers digging in causing me to tremble with white-hot need. Your hands continue their perusal of my body and I feel them move around to the front of my panties.
I spread my legs slightly to allow your access, wanting badly to feel your fingers trail along my very wet slit. Your fingers push against my lips, pushing the panties into my wetness. Closing my eyes, I revel in the feelings that travel through me from your touch; wishing at that moment that my panties were not there so I could impale myself on the fingers that probe my entrance.
Reaching back slowly I unhook my bra. The feel of the thin material against my nipples and your presence has them straining against the fabric. They ache to be touched, squeezed, and tormented by your fingers. Holding the bra against my breasts I release my arms from the straps, not yet wanting you to see my taut nipples; the timid feelings running rampant, the desire to give myself to you completely taking hold. I let the bra slip from my body, baring my breasts to you, the tips seemingly trying to reach out to you, for your touch.
I step in closer to you, feeling your hands travel up my stomach to caress the newly exposed skin. I feel the heat of your tongue as it licks up my abdomen leaving a trail of your saliva that cools instantly when the air hits it. Your hands encircle my breasts as your tongue licks over the taut bud causing me to tremble. The heat of your mouth warms me as you begin to suckle; the coiling need draws tighter and tighter in my center, aching with a life of its own.
Sitting back, your fingers reach out and pinch my sensitive, swollen tips, tugging on them and pulling on them. The delicious pain shoots straight to my pussy, tingling, clenching, and building the need you so easily create. I look at your fingers plucking my hard nipples, watch as you manipulate them, and twist them causing me to moan. I see your cock jerk in your pants, trying to escape. Mmm, how I need to play, need to see and feel you.
Kneeling down between your spread legs, I reach up and unbutton your shirt, running my fingers over each new inch of skin that's exposed to me. Pushing it up and off your shoulders, I lean forward to lick your abdomen, feeling your hard cock pressing against my chest... licking up further to your chest, loving the warm feel of your skin under my hands, my mouth trailing up to lick every inch of you. My soft hands run up your sides and around to your back, pulling myself closer to you, loving the warmth of your body pressing against my mouth.
Sitting back on my legs, my fingers trail down your abdomen to the top of your pants and curl into them. Looking up into your heated gaze, my fingers trail along the waist of your pants just inside them. Fire flickers in my eyes as your cock jumps inside, demanding release. Still watching you watch me; I undo the button and slowly lower the zipper. The zipping sounds resound so loud in the quiet room. Pulling back the sides of your jeans I lick the length of your cock through your boxers thoroughly enjoying it jerk in response.
