I keep thinking about sitting next to you on the couch. About leaning over to kiss your neck, then your mouth. Crawling toward you and sitting in your lap – my knees straddling your thighs, my chest pressed against yours. Kissing until I feel you shift underneath me. Reaching down and unzipping your jeans. I keep thinking about the moment I wriggle backward out of your lap, on to the floor, so that I can take your cock in my hands and lick it slowly, right along its length, while I look you in the eyes. Putting my lips around the thick of you, and pushing til I feel you against the back of my throat.
God I want to taste you.
I want to keep going until your eyes get bright and I know you need more. To stand up and slowly pull my panties down from under my dress, keeping eye contact the entire time. Kissing that spot just behind your earlobe that always makes you moan as I slide down on to you.