Something stirred in me as I looked at you on the couch this morning. I wondered why we were playing on our phones rather than playing with each other. I wasn’t needy. We’ve played plenty. You won’t let me get all pent up anymore, because that brings out the brat in me. I was actually a little swollen from our last session. I’m glad I suggested we go to the bed. I keep thinking about it, replaying each sensation, each word, each orgasm.
I clear the bed, leaving my panties on this time. I know how you love to undress me. You lower the blinds- maybe someday we’ll leave them open for the neighbors to watch. We both talk about being more risky. Outside, at that wedding was one of our favorite trysts. I lock eyes with you, and crawl. Laying on your back, you take me in your strong arms; my breasts smashing against you with only a thin layer of cotton between my nipples and your deliciously hairy chest. You love this shirt. The peach one that clings just right and almost covers my ass? Where my nipples protrude and you can see how dark they are? I love how that shirt feels on my skin. You smell me deeply and sigh, relishing in my scent. No perfumes, just my skin and sex. I love it when you smell me. We kiss and it’s electric, tingles running from my lips over my tongue to my nipples and clit. There’s a flash deep in my pussy and I feel myself clench, a deep throaty moan rises.