She walks into the house and finds him in the living room. He smiles when he sees her and starts to ask her how her day was. Something in her gaze stops him and he pauses, unsure of how to read her mood, her look. She continues to walk slowly toward him, and reaches up to unbutton her blouse on her way. She never breaks eye contact with him, and slowly undoes one button at a time, slowing her movements, letting the anticipation build. His eyes drop from hers to her hands, watching her fingers. His mouth goes dry, and, oddly enough, he's nervous and aroused all at once. This simply isn't like her and he's not sure how to proceed. He continues to stand in place, watching her move slowly, yet purposefully, to him, her blouse opening more and more with the opening of each button. He catches a glimpse of the lace at the top of her bra that reveals the swell of her breast and he swallows. He's never seen her more lovely, more alluring than at this moment.
She finishes unbuttoning her blouse and it falls open as she takes the last step, finally reaching him. She stops and looks at him, neither one speaking or moving. She moves closer, her lips approaching his and he feels the breath catch in his lungs. Just as he expects to feel her lips on his, she freezes, millimeters from him. He can feel her breath against his lips and every nerve in his body is alive and screaming, begging to feel her touch. He feels his cock harden to the point of discomfort, and she continues to stand there, so close yet too far away. He reaches for her, but something in her eyes makes him stop and he slowly lets his arms drop to his side again. He's not sure what's going on or what's gotten into her, but it's clear she's very much in control.