I give her another once over.
I’ve seen her dressed in several outfits, all doing her justice, from fuck me dresses to office attire and leisure clothes.
I’ve had her naked, her legs wrapped around my waist.
I’ve played with her hair, her lips, her pussy.
I’ve fucked her raw, and now it feels like none of that has ever happened.
She ignites my imagination and stirs me up, making me anxious to have her again.
She looks like a woman who can’t wait to be discovered and longs to have my hands on her.
“Tea? No, thanks.”
I pull away from her and walk to the refrigerator.
Moments later, I chug down water, shooting a side-eyed glance at her while she pours honey into her tea and stirs it delicately.
She looks stunning. But this isn’t only about her looks. There is something else inside her.
Something breathing through her pores, unassuming sexiness and calmness––the latter is so uncharacteristic of her.
She’s always restless like the ocean. Moving at light speed, always impulsive, and unable to control her curiosity.
I like that about her. But I like this even more. It’s stunning and mesmerizing and it puts a spell on me.
I gawk at her, forgetting that my dick is about to stir in my sweatpants and point up to my abs.
I’m that hard.
Swiftly, I adjust my erection, pushing it down and trying to make it less visible against the fabric.
She sets the teaspoon down, grips the cup, and lifts it to her lips. I watch her take a sip as if witnessing a sacred ceremony.
“What did you do while I was gone?” I ask, sounding somewhat paternal.
She flashes her eyes at me, an eyebrow arched in amusement.
“I was waiting for you,” she says naturally.
And I think she jokes at first, but then she leaves her tea on the counter and saunters to me.
My mind gets lost in the symmetry of her body, how perfectly enticing her sinuous lines are, and how sexy she looks.
She stops in front of me while I lift my gaze from her skirt.
Her fingers rest at the root of my neck.
“You need to get ready,” she says, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
“Yes… I do. I also need to shower,” I say more like an excuse.
She smells so good while I’m all sweaty from the gym.
She leans closer, her hair tickling my arms when she brings her nostrils to my neck and inhales the smell of my warm skin.
On cue, my dick bounces up.