Walking into the room I see you relaxing in a chair by the bed. Your presence fills the large room; the air around me instantly crackles with anticipation and the need that just seeing you creates within me.
Your eyes bore into mine, your expression serious; your body language emanates strength and exquisite control. You say nothing but your eyes roam my form, drawing a heated path down my body. My skin tingles where your eyes touch and I am wet already. I wonder if you know just the effect that your presence has on my body.
I shuffle my stance to try to alleviate the aching need my pussy already feels; sure that the wetness there will be running down the inside of my thighs soon; my sheer black panties already soaked through. I look away from you, unable to remain still under your unrelenting stare, not yet wanting you to know just how easily and how strongly my body reacts to you, though I'm certain you already know.
Glancing at the window, I see the curtains drawn back slightly and the darkness pressing against the glass. The light in the room allows anyone outside to see directly in. This creates such a nervousness within me that swirls together and mixes deliciously with my increasing anticipation.
I look back to you and watch as you take in my body. I've worn for you sheer black panties and bra that show more than they actually cover. My nipples are already aching and straining against the lacy material as your gaze sweeps over them. My heart races as your gaze drifts lower then back up to meet my eyes. Erotic images seem to arc between us and flash in differing sequences in my mind: devouring images of lying naked beneath you, consuming images of being filled with you, mouths meeting, hands squeezing... such a delicious foretelling.
The growing bulge in your pants draws my attention to the hard cock that's straining to be released. I watch as it jerks in its confines as if you can feel my gaze like a squeeze of my hand around you. I walk slowly to you wanting instantly to feel you and be felt by you. My desire to be close to you and have your strong hands on my body courses through me. Standing before you, between your knees, I feel your hands grip my waist and a sigh escapes me.
I love the feeling of control your hands have; the feeling of possession, of taking whatever you want without concern. I feel them slip around to squeeze my bottom, each hand easily covering each cheek, gripping them tightly, fingers digging in causing me to tremble with white-hot need. Your hands continue their perusal of my body and I feel them move around to the front of my panties.
I spread my legs slightly to allow your access, wanting badly to feel your fingers trail along my very wet slit. Your fingers push against my lips, pushing the panties into my wetness. Closing my eyes, I revel in the feelings that travel through me from your touch; wishing at that moment that my panties were not there so I could impale myself on the fingers that probe my entrance.