This isn’t our first time. The electricity between us, though–it makes it feel like anything could happen. You kiss me softly but nibble at my lower lip when you break away, hands finding the hem of my dress. You pull it off of me and drop it to the side of your bed.
I wore black mesh lingerie the last time we saw each other. You asked me to surprise you with my “outfit” this time, so I tried something different–red. The noise you make low in your throat when you see how the lingerie curves around my body tells me I picked well. Your hands are on me, now, kneading my breasts, grazing my nipples where they’ve puckered up through the lace. I wasn’t expecting it when you pinched both my nipples at once. I gasp into your mouth, which is on mine now. We lick each other’s tongues. One hand stays on my right breast and your other sneaks under the waistband of my thong, just grazing my clit. I wonder if we’re about to have vanilla sex. I’m not opposed, just surprised that you wouldn’t want–