I’d love to lay back and enjoy you. Sit here and watch you come in the room and kind of stand there with your hand on your hip as its cocked. Smiling at you from the bed. Your eye brow raised. Lois Lane eye roll at the ready.
“Hey babe,” I’d say toyingly. That annoying charm I’m infamous for. The kind of thing that makes you want to slap me and kiss me, just always unsure which you want to do first.
“Hey,” you reply. Short and sweet. A twang in your voice but not the usual southern charm that drips from your lips but a stretch of the word because it’s saying more than just what’s on its face. It’s asking what the fuck I’m doing. It’s asking what I want. It’s asking so many questions all while telling me to get that smirk off of my face and do something useful like rub your feet because these heels are fucking killer.
“Oh, no reason. You’re usually home by now. Took your time then?”
Pushing it. I’m always pushing it. Often over the line and making the sirens blare and red lights flash. Not quite enough to release the hounds but your fingers is hovering over the button.
“Didn’t think I had much to rush for, turns out I was right.”
You knew how to smack the smug off of my face with words better than most. You never just took it. Why would you? You were good at giving it yourself. That’s why whenever you gave it back I always smiled wider.
“Take off your panties.”
“Ugh, do you have to use that word?”
“Pa-panties,” you shivered and cringed.
“Yeah. You didn’t show me what you were wearing so I don’t know if they’re a thong, boy shorts, hipsters, whatever. So I have to use the generic term. Panties. Take them off. I want to watch. Be my personal stripper.”
You glared. How dare I ask you for such a thing. You were just at work all day and I’ve been lounging in pajamas for hours. How dare I. But that look on your face danced from skeptical and glowering to a sly grin. You had a long day, yeah. But what better way to end it then with some fun.
You obliged. Your obliged perfectly. Your hips wiggled as your fingers hiked your pencil skirt up your thighs. The exposed skin was enough to draw a grown from my lips and cause me to sit up against the backboard of the bed. Your hands slipped under the fabric of the skirt and tugged at the thin, flimsy fabric covering your ass. The panties pulled down below your skirt and dragging down your thighs. They drop helplessly to the floor and you step out of them and pick them up.
“Thong,” you say as you throw them at me.
The throw only meant to distract me as you follow them in a rush. Crashing into me with a kiss on the bed, the panties a lost distraction in the sheets between us now. Our hands wandering wildly. Our lips greeting each other hungrily. Your blouse another casualty of war. Buttons being pulled and stretched to their limit. Your perfectly done hair this morning now a whipping mess falling down onto me as you make my face disappear in it.
We enjoy each other fully. We take each others body completely. I am deep in you and you are all over me. We don’t stop until we can’t take it anymore. All I need for you to do is walk in the room and I’m yours. I don’t want it any other way.