You’re already sitting on the couch when I get home from work, a nice surprise since I usually beat you home by an hour or two. I say hey and casually do what I always do right when I get home, only making it slightly more of a show for your benefit: I pull off my shoes, then my bra, then strip off the rest of my clothes. I like to be naked at home a lot of the time in summer, which I don’t think you’re quite used to yet – we haven’t lived together that long. Not that you’re complaining. I cross the room toward you and straddle you, sinking into your lap and giving you a long kiss, trying to tell you without words how horny I’ve been all day.
Something about being naked in your lap while you’re fully dressed fires up my submissive streak. Your shirt is cool against my nipples, your pants rough against my thighs. I kiss along your jaw to your ear and ask, “What are you going to do to me tonight? I’m all yours….”