I like that when I’m with him, before we even exchange words or even the slightest glance, his cock is already pressuring up stiff against his pants. I like that he already knows what he can do with me when I’m looking the other direction and with all my clothes on. I put my hands on his shoulders and straddle him on the couch. I only slightly graze him with slow soft strokes while I gaze into his eyes and push back his hair. I can’t look away, I can’t stop being with him and he knows that. He rubs his big hands on the small of my waist making me feel littler than I already am. He makes me feel comforted, he makes me feel whole.
I lower my eyes and start kissing his neck and cheek but he gently grabs my neck in for a kiss. I feel electric. I want him, I want him so bad. His lips feel soft on mine as he pulls me in and I really feel what’s hot n’ heavy. He swiftly moves his hand to make a sharp impact on my ass cheek, I whine. I like it like that, I like that he does what he wants. He pushes me back and tells me, “Take off your shirt.” I’m shy but I’d do anything for him. I unbutton my top to expose my pink bralette with my nipples poking out. “That too,” he says sternly. “Ok” I slip it off. Now I’m exposed, now he can see me.