Him.
You flood my mind throughout the day...in and out of meetings, conference calls, deal-making...but it's all you. When I last left, you had no further agenda for the day, merely laying naked in the bed, the crisp white sheets barely draped over, covering only half of your ass...looking like a dream. And now...I stand in the elevator, scanning my card and taking the forever journey up to find you...so fucking needy for you*
Her.
I'd like to say I was productive... But actually, I lazed... Daydreamed... Took a bath... Stared out the window... Thought about you... I lied. There are clothes. But I prefer yours. I like smelling you on my skin. I glance at the clock and I know you're due...
And that's how I wait for you...
Your shirt skimming my bare skin
The room is dark... Just the city lighting up the room.
Him.
The ding of the elevator rings out after an eternity. And the first thing I see is darkness. Shapes furnish the room all in black. And the lit-up city is the most prominent visual. Floor to ceiling...a brilliant view. All until I catch your dark silhouette against the window, and the slight strip of white light from the outside...my shirt, hanging over your naked body.
My coat is shrugged...keys dropped...my determination to get over to you right away...carnal desire...burnt into my face as I stride towards you*
Her.
I don't turn... I just offer a soft tilt of my head. My hair falls to one side and my neck is left bare. Your shirt has fallen from one shoulder too, so makes skin is there for you, yours to touch... To taste... To have. I am not wearing anything underneath so your shirt just skims my ass... And I know how you like that ... So I stand on my tiptoes, legs tenses, my ass firm, and the hem grazes my mound, a constant reminder of my nakedness
Him.
My black tie still on tight, I step up behind you, taking notice of the small quick peeks that you allow your body to send me...seeing your nakedness, the thought of your skin, your fresh, bare ass, your naked, soft, and perfect pussy...your nipples hardened and poking through the thin shirt fabric...all of these images, thoughts, feelings...
They run straight into my cock. And he swells, at every thought of you. So abruptly that he can be felt snaking up the inside of your inner thigh behind my dress pants, pressed against you as my arms loop around and hands move up your chest, fingers pulling down at the open top edge of the shirt*
Her.
I stand still for a moment. Long eyelashes fluttering closed. My heart beats fast... My body changing... Awakening... Until I can't stand it... I need you. I turn... And whilst clothing may be lacking... The rest of me has been preened to perfection. Inky dark smudges make my ocean blue eyes pop. Red sultry lips that belong around your cock. Pretty plum nails... Matching toes. Hair falling in loose sexy curls. My skin is smoothed, lotioned, scented. Your finger drops from the collar...I step back so I rest against the window, and I flick the one closed button. With a roll... The crisp white shirt falls. Naked. The only thing on my body is the city lights... And your gaze.
Yours β€οΈ
Him.
Watching it all. Complete perfect. As I've come to know you. Fuck. I fucking need you. My eyes following your every move, the swell and rise of my cock so brazen and noticeable that there's nothing I could do to hide it. My deep brown eyes lock with yours, and I take a tiny step your way, my eyes never breaking now, my right hand just flipping my top button...the zip flying open just from the stretch of the fabric alone...
the thick base of my cock bending as I just thumb the pants down...raising my chin as I come within inches of your face*
Her.
My fingers reach forwards and with a short sharp tug, your shirt splits open. I let in gape as my fingers reach in, starting at your shoulders my nails rake down your skin... with 4 long red lines on each side... Over your broad chest, bumping over each rib, the dip of your stomach... And to your pants. I waste no time. the need is too much. A pull and they drop... Your cock sings as he's freed... And I lean forwards... But I don't kiss your lips...Instead... Your jaw... Neck... chest...And I slowly lower... Leaving a trail of perfect red lip marks on your skin.
Him.
I consider shrugging the shirt off...but I decided against it. Wanting you to feel it against your cheek, or your collarbone as I reach down to feel your skin. I know what's coming...and my cock does too...he looks right at you. My strong chest rises as your lips drag down my skin...and I spread my feet shoulder-width. My fingertips move to your body and let you fall as I press them against you, slowing bumping along the contour of your frame until they move in along your neckline and then feel your jaw slipping through them, and just before they clear it...you feel the tug, and lift your head up at my fingertip's command, looking up at me looking down."Show me what a good girl you are."
Her.
My gasp is loud. A jolt. You can do that in an instance. I am a good girl... I will be a good girl... But I've missed him... He needs special attention... "Hands... Or no hands...?"
Him.
"Start with no hands."