I walk into our apartment to find him sat in a chair facing the window. He has taken off his suit jacket and loosened his tie. The city lights are laid out before us; he has fucked me many times pressed against that window. I know he likes the view.
He turns his head towards me with a smile. “I’ve been waiting for you. Come here, baby.”
I drop my bag and walk towards him as I unbutton my coat. It is cold outside, so my fingers are a little stiff, but the sight of him gets my blood racing.
He is beautiful and he is mine.
I shrug out of my coat and throw it onto the sofa. Standing behind him, I wrap my arms around him and kiss his cheek, leaving my chin resting on his shoulder. We stare at the cityscape for a few moments; the silence is comfortable but there is a buzz of anticipation in the air.
“Come sit with me.”
He takes hold of my hand and pulls me round to sit on his knees, hooking my legs over the arm of the chair. I am surrounded by him now, his arms around me, my head resting on his broad, muscular chest. I raise my hand to caress his cheek, his stubble is rough after a long day at work. Loving the abrasion, my fingers move down his neck to rest on his pulse. It is wonderfully strong and beats a matching rhythm with my own.
His hand begins to move over my body. Very softly along my raised arm until he sweeps down to cup the fullness of my breasts. My breath hitches a little as he moves to take my nipple between his fingers, gently rolling and pulling.
I lift my face to him. I clench my thighs together when I see the look on his face. His eyes are dark and glittering with intent. I can see the evidence of his need there; his jaw flexes as my eyes fall to his mouth. His lips glisten where his tongue has just been. I lick my lips in response, wanting to feel them against mine.
“Tell me what you want…”
His words send a shiver of excitement through me.
He is feeling generous tonight.
A bounty of images flit through my mind; so many things that I want him to do to me.
“I want you to kiss me for hours, I want to lose myself in it, in you.”
“Yes,” his eyes devour my lips then reluctantly rise to meet mine, “what else?”
“I want you to take all my clothes off. I will lie down on the bed on my front while you stroke every inch of me. I want to feel your hands on my skin, their roughness along the length of my back and down my legs. Then I want you to slowly move back up my legs to my bottom…”
“I’m glad you went back to that.” His eyebrow arches as his lips twitch a little.
“Oh, I’m not going to miss that out. That’s the best bit…” I give him an answering cheeky smile. “…I want you to stroke me there, rub me and squeeze me. I want you to kiss it, lick it and bite it. Then when I’m panting and begging you, I want you to spank it, hard, all over; until it is rosy pink and the burning heat has me squirming and desperate.”
His breathing is ragged now and I can feel a hard pressure against my thigh. His hand has moved down to press between my legs, the material of my trousers impeding the touch that I want so badly.
“I will open my legs, my bottom bouncing, looking for more. You’ll be able to see how wet I am…”
“Fuck, yes! Then what?”
“Then I will tell you to fuck me. I want to feel your long, hard cock deep inside me, stretching me and owning me. I want it deep and hard, fast and slow. I want your body covering mine, your hand in my hair. I want to feel your skin against mine, your breath on my face and neck. I want to know that you want it as much as I do. I want you to tell me. I want you to come deep inside me, make me feel it.”
“There’s nothing I want more.”
I smile my love for him because I know it is true; deep down where my most vulnerable self resides, I know that he always will.
I shriek as his arms go under my legs. He lifts me as he jumps up from the chair and then races to our bedroom.
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