Sometimes when I stand behind you, I know you get chills just awaiting my touch on your shoulders. I can see the goose bumps all over your neck, can hear your breath getting quicker. Your long red wavy hair cascades down your neck, smelling freshly washed. Your eyes are closed, as you imagine what I'm about to do to you.
You wait until I come to you, pushing you against the wall, my hips shoved up tight against yours. Your body is sexy, smooth, soft yet inviting. I wrap my arms around your waist, my hands exploring your breasts through your little white tank top. My touch is very gentle and a gasp escapes your lips. I pull your hair aside from your neck and all you can feel is my hot breath. As I take the tip of my nose and rub it in circles around your earlobe, your nipples harden. I play with them on the outside of your tank top, teasing you even more. I'll take off your top when I'm good and ready.
You try to turn around to face me, but I hold you in place. You feel my left hand run through your hair, caressing its softness. I'm so gentle yet persuasive; I gyrate my body against yours. Our silent dance is getting you wet in your panties. You push your ass back into me, letting me know how bad you want it. You moan, as the teasing is becoming too much. My hand crawls up your skirt to discover the absence of panties. Your shaved pussy is already soaked. Two of my fingers are jammed in; you shriek from the penetration.
Suddenly, and without any warning, I grab a handful of your long hair. With my other hand, I forcefully bend you over the bed. As I take in the sights, my cock begins to harden. Your cute little denim skirt barely covers your tight ass and your athletic legs are sexy, right down to the sneakers you sport today. You try to stand up, to turn and face me, but I hold you down. As I push your face into the mattress, I cross your wrists at your lower back and simply say "Stay". Judging by the stern tone of my voice, you don't need to be told twice.
"I hope that pussy is wet enough before I fuck you, or else you're gonna be in for some wicked pain", you growl. A chill goes through you. You love my voice. I have no problem getting you wet. You could come from the sound of my voice alone. I know this and always take advantage of it.
