My Constant Voyeur #2

Exhausted, I enter my dimly lit room, stilettos resounding each step. I stare at my bed and fight the urge to throw myself onto its feathery softness ‒ not yet. I reach back and start to unzip my black shift dress, and that’s when I felt your presence, a tingle at my nape. I look over my shoulder and there you are in the darkest of corners, in a leather chair, a glass of vino tinto in hand. Senses heighten and I turn away, smiling. With my belly clenching in anxious seduction, I reach behind to continue my halted task at a glacial pace, extending my neck as I listen to the crisp unclasping of metal as it opens all the way down exposing the curves of my spine, the shallow dip of my low back with those dimples coaxing you as you take a leisurely sip. With the dress hanging from my hips, I push it down, alternately hiking each crest enticingly, exposing pale, bouncy cheeks, waiting to be marked by your now twitching palm. Yes, no panties. Yes, I ached for you the whole day. I hear your sudden intake of breath. Vintage set aside, pupils dilate in unexpressed hunger as I bend over, pushing my dress further down until it pools around my feet. You hide it well, but I know it swells as you take a glimpse of my moist, bulging lips between my silken thighs. It glistens with sultriness in the dark. Yes, I’m ready… so ready for you… so ready to be fucked… hard. I straighten up, step out of it and nonchalantly sit on the edge of the bed, moaning at the first contact of fabric against my sensitive clit, staining the white linen with my wetness. I cross my legs, take my heels off, and glance at you through my thick, dark lashes, body unobtrusively screaming the need for your thick cock. I lift each leg up with pointed toes as I roll my stockings off, your gaze lustfully caressing every inch of visible skin. With a faltering attempt to conceal my eagerness, I untie my hair, unhook my brassiere and expose my breasts, nipples hard and elongated, calling out for your tongue. I see you shifting in your seat. I like that. I want you restless. I want your cock straining against your pants. I want you throbbing with need and seeking for release. I can almost hear your frustration. I approach you, standing between your knees, stark naked, body in heat, and whisper, “Come, fuck me now.” In my mind, I said, “Please.”