You come home from work one night, anxious to unwind after a long day's work. Looking forward to kicking off your shoes and relaxing, a dark apartment is the last thing you expected to see when you opened the door. The kitchen and family room lights are off, and the only light in the apartment is a faint glow coming from the bedroom. "Sweetie?" you call out. You hear me say "in here" from the bedroom. You walk into the bedroom to find me standing next to the door. Before you can ask what I'm doing, you find yourself on the bed, my lips against yours, pinning your arms against the headboard with one hand, running my other hand through your hair and behind your neck. You feel my hips press into yours, as I run my tongue gently against yours and kiss you deeply.
I pull back away from you and you find me sitting up. I release your hands and start to undo my belt. When your hands start to rub the obvious bulge in my pants, I stop you, press your hands back against the headboard, and tie them there with the belt I just removed. It's then that you feel a chill run through your body, anticipating what I have in store for you.
I start kissing you again, slowly but with more warmth and passion than earlier. I start kissing my way down your neck, taking my time, making my way down to your chest. I unbutton your shirt, and my lips follow my hands all the way down. I pull it aside and leave it there, and start kissing my way back up your stomach to your chest. I run my hand underneath your bra, listening the clasp in the back. I pull one breast out, taking the time to run my hand around it and then lightly trace my tongue around the nipple. I slowly kiss my way, repeating the same thing around your other breast and nipple, listening to you breathe harder as I suck a little more on each of them.