I turn the lock slowly, careful not to make a sound. Any noise would ripple up the stairs, and ruin the moment before it even has a chance to begin.
Quietly, I creep to the oversized bed. My thighs start to tingle expectantly. In fact, my whole body begins to respond. I’d been thinking about him all morning and was shocked that the flush in my face hadn’t exposed my lust and yearning already.
I slowly pull the black cotton nightgown over my head, intentionally letting it graze over my stomach, then my nipples. I imagine him helping me, running his hands over my exposed breasts, and pressing his lips to my navel.
I hear him moan softly, and now I’m on his lap, my back to him.
I can feel his feathered kisses along my neck, and the heat of his breath as he lightly nibbles on my ear.
He hungrily asks me, “Is my baby wet, yet?”
I turn my face to him and hungrily growl, “Taste, and see,” and meeting his eager gaze, I draw his hand down, inside my white lace panties, to run his fingers over my slick, needing flesh.
I raise his hand back to his mouth, daring him to take a nip of the dewy evidence of my overwhelming longing.
The sound he makes is my undoing as I turn to face him, crushing my mouth on his, and savoring the remnants of my desire on his tongue.
If I can meditate well enough, I can feel the weight of his eager palms on my back, and the exquisite ache of his nails digging into my skin as he rolls me on my back, and enters me.
Yes…
My head is swimming, and as I plunge my own fingers further inside me, I can feel his deep thrusts, the fullness of his girth, and the length of his taut arousal.
Yes…
Grinding against my thumb, I hear him revealing he can feel me tightening, that the sensation is transcendent, and as I begin to reach my climax, he praises my throbbing pussy, calling it a butterfly and hotly murmuring that its wings are contracting blissfully around his exploding cock.
Don’t stop…
I fear I’m becoming to loud and I imagine his mouth moving over mine to capture my cries of ecstasy while my fingers comb through his soft hair.
Please…
My muscles are aching and my skin on fire, as my orgasm reaches all the way to my toes, curling them in painful rebuke.
Yes, yes, God yes…
I wrap my arms around myself, comforting my body after its repeated shudders. It feels like he’s pulling me in as I imagine the gentle sincerity in his voice, “You’re so beautiful.”
I close my eyes, prepared to reward my sated body with a few moments of rest, when I hear the lock on the door begin to turn.
Times up.
Makrosmic 