"Strip for me," you whisper as you nuzzle my neck.
"What?" I reply breathlessly. I'm sitting on your lap as we kiss.
"Strip for me baby. I want to watch you."
Raising up a bit on my knees, still straddling you, I slip my top off over my head and let it fall to the floor. My hands disappear behind my back and I unfasten my bra, sliding the straps down my arms, leaning toward you slightly as I take it off. I cup my breasts in my palms mere inches from your face, my hardened nipples begging for your attention.
As you reach for me, I slip off your lap and stand in front of you, turning away from you. I hook my thumbs in the waist of my skirt and panties, bending as I push them down and off. The plump curves of my ass entice you to touch me. One hand on each cheek, you caress me, palms and fingertips sliding smoothly over my skin. Reaching my hips, you pull me closer.
"Spread your legs."
Your hand moves between them as I do what you asked. Your fingertips brush me, deftly parting my lips and seeking out my clit. Circling it, slowly, lightly, you feel a tremble of pleasure run through me. You lean closer; your fingertips abandon my clit, sliding back just a bit, two digits easily slip inside my wetness. My walls clamp down on you, trying to draw you deeper. With agonizing slowness, you fuck me with your fingers. In, out, my juices coating you... in, out, I can feel you watching as your fingers disappear inside of me.
"Please," I beg.
Your fingers leave me. Still bent over, I hear you undress... the soft rustle of your shirt as you slip it off, the rasp of your fly. A shiver of excitement washes over me.
*smack!* Your hand lands on my ass.
"Stand up baby. Turn around."
You pull me against you, kissing me passionately as your hands travel over my skin.