Today, my lover, I am going to make love to you. I am going to taste you, and savor you. I am going to feel you, and love you. I am going to make you moan, and whisper, and pant your love for my body, for my skill, and for me.
But first...first we are going to strip. No, not yet, me first. Sit here in this chair. Yes, it looks uncomfortable, but I want you focused on me.
Do you see me, dressed in my dark blue skinny jeans? I wore them for you. I put them on, and I loved the way they hugged my ass nice and tight. And see how they capture the curve of my hip? I do make a fine silhouette, don't I? Thank you.
And this black camisole, I bought especially for you. I enjoyed the way the lace covered my breasts. Would you like to cup them and feel? I know, it feels nice. Ah...no squeezing, lover, not yet.
Spread your legs for me, I want to show you my stiletto. Yes, I will be careful, I promise not to hurt you...There, see? Black, shiny, six inches. You understand I would never wear these out of the house, right? I'd probably break my ankle. Don't laugh, you know it's true. No no...you mustn't touch my legs yet. Yes, it feels good, but no touching. I am here for you, right now.
Now, listen carefully. Do you hear that? Nothing? Listen harder. Watch my hips as they move, and listen. It's the music. It's the slow thunder of your heart. The sweet pulse of your blood racing. It's your breath and mine, mingling as one. It's the music I choose to dance to now, for you. Yes...watch my fingers splay across my thighs, running slowly up my body, beneath my chemise. Slowly stroking the taut skin of my stomach, sliding up to cup my breasts, lift them free...Oh, I know, I'm sorry, you wanted to see. But this is for you, and I will take my time.
Watch me as I walk towards you, my hips swaying to the dulcet tempo. My eyes flutter closed, and my head tilts back to expose my throat as I caress it. That's one of my tender spots, remember? One kiss there, and I'm honey in your hands. Today, I'm going to make you honey in mine.
Do you enjoy what you see? Come closer? Fine, but no touching. I'm going to turn around now, and make my ass dance for you. Yes, I thought you'd like the jeans. I'm bending over now, showing you my long legs, my flexibility...the arc of my spine as I rise slowly, and the silky strands of my hair falling over my eyes, hooding them.
Now I'm turning towards you, my bottom lip clasped in my teeth. I'm going to place my hands on your chest, but you just keep watching me. Keep listening to the music. My hands are sliding up your torso now, over your shoulder, to grip the back of my chair. No touching, remember, even though my body is curving into yours, my skin barely inches away from your own...I want you, too, but not yet. Your lips are on my neck and they feel good...oh so good...but no touching. I smell beautiful? It's a new perfume I bought. I tried for something subtle this time, less flowery, and more warm. It's jasmine, I believe. Very sensuous...I think I like it.
Oh, do you feel that? My nipples are hardening against the fabric of my chemise. I imagine the friction of rubbing against you has something to do with that. It feels fucking good, lover. I want you to taste my nipples, too, but you can't...I know you're getting impatient, but just a little longer.
Here's the hard part: I'm going to straddle you now. You may place your hand on my hips, but nowhere else. No, that's my ass, not my hips. Yes, right there. Now tilt your head back. Feel my fingers running through your sable locks, massaging your scalp? I know, baby, you had a long day. That's why I'm here for you now.
I'm going to lean forward now, and press my lips against the column of your neck, murmuring my words. I can feel you, you know. I can feel how hard you're getting, and I can't help but press against you, grinding slowly as I kiss your neck. You feel so good, pressing against my cunt like that...kiss me. Yes, kiss me now.
Have I ever told you that your lips taste so good? There are moments when I can't stop kissing you, because your mouth is like a gourmet meal. A sweet, delicious, never-ending drink of sex. And your tongue...God, I can't even describe it, as it slides along mine, tickling the roof of my mouth, enticing me...And the sounds we make as we kiss, the groans we make as I'm grinding against you, loathing the material keeping my weeping pussy from the hard strokes of your...
Okay, hold on, lover...Breathe deep. That was not supposed to happen. I got carried away this time, but it won't happen again. You think you're sneaky, huh? Yes, I know you have skills. Now, wipe that smirk off your face and concentrate. I have a beautiful smile? Thank you, I appreciate that.
I'm backing away now, because you have my pulse hot, and my womb aching for your touch. I can't wait to fuck you, lover, to ride your hard dick until you explode inside me...But there's time for that.
Watch again, as I grab the hem of my chemise and lift it slowly, exposing the flat plane of my belly. I've never truly stripped for you before, because when I try, things get carried away and you always end up finishing the job and fucking me...But not this time. Today, lover, you must sit and watch as my dusky nipples are set free, standing rigid from our foreplay. Watch as my fingers tug them, and twist them. I always love when you bite them the most. That blurring line between pleasure and pain, that ache...
I think it's time to slip the chemise off now. That leaves me bare from the waist up, my breasts full and heavy as I cup them, testing their weight in my palm. You've always loved them? Yes, I know you have. I've always loved them, too.