There I am, waiting, ready… wanting. Your eyes command mine, and every part of me melts, the evidence apparent to you in my gaze, but more apparent to me by the leaking between my legs. You take in my appearance, noticing my freshly blown-out hair in soft waves, sultry makeup with black winged eyeliner and dark matte lips.
My outfit is a simple black sleeveless handkerchief dress, shorter in the front, hanging slightly longer on the sides of my hips.
You follow the v-neck down my chest with a stare so penetrating, while your eyes move left to right, and I mentally question whether my brown nipples are visible through an opaque fabric.
Barefooted, I stand on my tip toes and reach towards your neck, my arms outstretched, while you immediately grip me tightly by my hips, one hand reaching toward my ass.
I say nothing, but my kisses explain further, articulating the desire that has been resting on them all day.
Our tongues exchange hellos and you pull me in closer by my hair, holding my face to yours.
I missed you.
My hands are moving now, searching and finding all at once, breath growing heavier.