You feel your heart rate quicken as you move your head into my touch. My palm cups your cheek and my thumb grazes your lips before I slide my hand down to your neck. You sigh in anticipation, and notice my eyes break contact with yours, just for a moment, as they drop down to watch the way your chest moves with each breath.
I grip your hair, tilting your head back. You close your eyes and instinctively arch, feeling my other hand slide over your body, squeezing each breast in turn, my thumb rubbing over your nipples, making you moan as they stiffen.
There’s a brief flash of clarity in your mind as the reality of the situation sinks in. Is this really a first date? Sure, you’ve known each other a while now but… Here you are, on your knees, wearing only a cute but tiny thong. He’s sitting there on your sofa, fully clothed, and all you can think about is how close you are to his cock, how much you…