Here's the first part of this story if you missed it.
It was quiet for a second, and she murmured "this is the best sex I've had in years and I think your pants are still on."
Not for long, babe. Not for long.
I dropped trou (belt was already off which was nice) and pulled my polo over my head. I made sure to throw in little auditory cues to let her know what was happening– the unzip of the fly, the thump of the shirt hitting the floor. I slid out of my boxer briefs and let the one-eyed monster free. She wriggled her ass, which had bright red stripes across both cheeks from the belt.
Then I stood there, letting the anticipation build like static electricity. I noticed that there was a wet spot on the pillow between her legs from her last orgasm. I walked over to the sex drawer and pulled out a buttplug and some lube, making sure to make a little bit of noise to get her imagination working. I fucking love that mix of uncertainty and the knowledge that good things are about to happen.