I open the door to our home and invite you in. It is late night, our usual time for trysting.
I have missed you. I have missed our nocturnal joinings more than words can say. I know you have your limitations, but my desire for you knows no bounds. It is late in the evening and I have been waiting naked, caressing my body, but not cumming yet. As the minutes tick away, my body heaves and seeks more. The two glasses of merlot have calmed me only slightly. I anticipate our fucking to my very marrow. I am not complete without you.
You step inside, dominating the room. Without a word, you crook your finger. I pad behind you silently and arrange myself on the bed, legs and arms falling to my sides. You catch my wine glass just before the dark red liquid splashes out. The few droplets that fall upon my wrist are licked up by your eager tongue, leaving overheated and goose pimpled flesh behind. My hand comes up to rub my burning flesh, my eyes locked on yours.
You come to me with open arms, your body dim in the moonlight. I reach for you, running my hands over your chest and cupping your cock and balls. The moonlight brushes your body in silverโdarkness and light. You're almost too perfect to be human.
The planes of your body are emphasized, the dips and valleys shadowed. I want to explore every last one with lips and tongue. I want to mark you as mine and I want you to brand me permanently with your body.
I stroke the soft skin over your hip bone, so different from the muscled hardness of your six-pack. This skin is neither hair roughened nor tanned, the muscle and bone is easy to feel.
I move closer, pressing my lips there in a gentle yet carnal kiss. As my tongue flicks across the skin, your cock hardens even further. I can feel the power emanating from you, barely checked. You're so patient at this moment.
My lips trail over your treasure trail to brush at your pubic hair. You smell musky and all male. My lips move over your cock head and I kiss the flared tip. Salty-sweet, I cannot help sampling your pre-cum, my tongue darting all over it, eager to get up any last smidgen of your essence. You moan and tighten a hand in my hair, anchoring me there. But you don't get my mouth yet. I need your cock inside me. The ache of my empty pussy is almost unbearable.