The way her lower lip slips between her teeth as she nibbles, waiting for you, makes you feel like a god. You know what that plush, plump, fullness tastes like…feels like. You’ve nibbled it yourself. It has ghosted over every inch of your body. Its pinkness wrapped around your finger…and…elsewhere.
A red satin blindfold covers her brown eyes as well as those lashes that you’ve felt on your collarbone, your cheek. She can’t see the way you look at her, utterly devouring her. She can’t see what you hold in your hand. She’s never seen it, although you know she’s KNOWN about it. You know she’s a bit nervous about it. You know she’ll love it.
You can already hear the gasps she’ll make as the soft leather fronds tickle her round ass. You anticipate the way her breathing will escalate…her moans…eventually her whimpers.
But for now, you drink in her nakedness, watching as her breasts rise and fall with each breath she takes. You smile as her toes clench in her waiting.
She has waited long enough.