“Ohh, John, it was beautiful. So, how’s your day? Do you still have a bad day? I’m playing.

“I’m having a wonderful day,” whispers gently, a soft breath that colors your voice.

“Wait until you see what kind of night you have!” I’ll give myself a little, kissing again.

“Oh oh,” smile in response.

“Oh, my God!” I sigh. “I forgot. I brought home some work I need to read before tomorrow. Because I don’t clean this dinner stuff and start working. You could relax, read the paper, take a shower or something. Sorry, love, it’s just a few hours of reading. I’ll make you forgive later if you’re patient.” Breathe in, but smile when you pick up the nasty spark in my eyes. “Nice is not over yet,” think about yourself.

I begin to take my clothes in preparation to dress, and feel the hand on my arm. “No, honey, don’t put those back. Put that red and black thing, the one with the black lace and those little red ties on the front. "

“John, my work…” I whisper, an anxious look on my face.

“I promise to leave you alone until you finish your job. You let me know when you’re ready to play. I’m gonna go take a shower and then read the newspaper or watch TV until you finish. "

After the shower, come to the living room looking for me. Your eyes travel around the room until you see me reclining on the couch. I’m not aware of your presence in the door and this gives you a moment to look at me.

I put on the red teddy with the black lace. It’s brilliant red as the dress I had previously and has black lace around the legs cut to French, and where it goes down to a V in the front just below my life. It’s almost closed with the three little red ties in front. From where you stand, you can see the sweet swollen of my breasts over the black lace, while I breathe constantly, intent on my reading. The notebook I keep is resting on my stomach just under my breasts, and I’m slowly turning pages like I read. You like to watch the subtle movement of my breasts as I lift the arm to turn the page.

The light above my head shines on my hair that flows freely on the pillow and around my shoulders. Walk over and kneel next to me on the floor and gently lifts a curl resting on my upper chest. I feel my hair on the back of my hand barely brushing against my skin. I sigh and turn my face toward you. You’re tightening the gold in your fingers now, feeling his thirst. I look at your face while your eyes travel all the length of my body, enjoying me as I feel as I see you look at me. The finger slightly traces a pattern along the skin line showing between the ties, and then around the lace at the top of my legs, until you can touch the hair strands that frame the lace on both sides of my Teddy. “How much reading do you have, honey?” ask with impatience just hidden.

About half an hour more. Maybe a little less if I can concentrate. It’s hard to think when I wear this thing!” I laugh. “All I can think is when I take everything away. "

“No darling,” she says. “I’ll let you read. I’ll wait to finish.” Go away and sit in a nearby chair, rust the newspaper while you bury behind.

I’ll watch you for a minute, sitting behind that paper. All I see is your legs, and I think I wrapped them around me when you’re inside me. I sigh and go back to my reading.

I’m so willing to read, I can’t hear you get up and go to the kitchen. But when you come back, you stop on the couch again and ask me: “Do you want a bite of ice cream? "

“In a minute. Let me finish this page. "

Rest in the chair with a slightly disdained look on your face. “What night will I have?”, you ask. “Newspapers, tv, ice cream!” Put the ice cream a little too strong on the table next to you and get the paper back, and rust it strong as well, trying to convey your impatience to me.

I smile while I close the notebook and silently cross the room and kneel in front of you. I lightly train my nails from my ankles to my knees, slightly separating my legs until I can rest among them. “Thinking under the newspaper, I smile softly and say with pleasure: “John, I want my ice cream now!”

Throw the paper on the floor and take the bowl and spoon a large bowl of ice cream and hold it in front of me until I open my mouth to get it. But the ice cream is melting fast and some runs down my chin and drops on the stomach, and flinches when the coldness affects you. Ridi while cleaning ice cream from chin with your fingers. I grab your hand and slowly lift every finger, up and down, looking for the sweetness of ice cream with the tip of my tongue, and then turning the palm until it’s all gone, looking at you suggestively while I do this.

Then I look at the ice cream on the stomach, which is starting to drip towards the belt of your shorts. I licked it only with the tip of the tongue, and then move the tongue gently through your life until I hear you squirm just a little. I lick my way to the center of your stomach and then in addition to each of your nipples, crawling your tongue around until they become difficult. Then I sit down and ask, “Are you impatient here, love? "

“Hmmph” moans. “There’s a limit to my patience, DARLING!”

My hands are choking on the sides, moving through the upper chest, towards the center of the stomach. My stomach is resting against your lap. I can feel proof of your desire that begins to mix and press against my body, feeling your warmth through the thin satin fabric.

" 10 more minutes, love, I promise. "

“Oh you! Asshole! You’re kidding! Only for this!” It gently pulls on the first tie, which loosens quickly and easily, knowing full well the effect that this gesture will have on me, as I feel the fabric release its grip on my breasts. My nipples grow and press against the desire for clothing that still covers me, seeking freedom and your touch.

Smile appetizingly and whisper huskily, “Back to your DARLING reading. I didn’t think I’d stop the next 10 minutes!”

Now it’s my turn to bite and sigh! “Hmph!” We both know that this playful taunting and teasing game is just stepping up and mounting our prediction and excitement.

When I get back on the couch, with my shoulders to you, slowly and deliberately I bend my pillow like this, and collect my notebook, knowing well that you are looking at every movement. I can almost feel your loving caress while your look moves along my back, follows the curve of my flank, and rests on my bottom emptily coated, before turning and opening my notebook and settle once again.

I sit with my knees bent, one leaning against the back of the couch, and the other moves and down, again absorbed in my reading and totally unconscious of the effect that my unconscious movement is having on you. The teddy bear is cut over the legs, and every time I swing my leg outward, you catch a fleeting glimpse of my golden hair framed against the narrow strip of black lace running between my legs.

I try to concentrate for about five minutes, but my thoughts wander and are no longer on the words of the page. I sigh, and let the book fall to the ground and close its eyes a moment, savoring the feeling of anticipation. Unconsciously, and with my eyes still closed, I touch my fingers at my neck, and stroke along my clavicle, turning my face to one side. While my hand moves on my shoulders, spreading my fingers and drawing light patterns, moving me further down, until my hand comes to rest on my left breast, and massage until the nipple is hard in my palm. I sigh, open my eyes, and I’m scared when I know you look at me with an intensity that begs your excitement.

I move as if I got up, embarrassed, but you pass the room, talking softly to a whisper, “Don’t stop honey. Let me look at you. "

“I can’t. I want you John.”

Sit next to me and do the second tie on my teddy bear and take my hand and put it on my chest. “I know, but I’d like to look at you.” Your hand gently touches my other breasts until the nipple inflates between your fingers. Move your hand on my body, down my legs and massage your hand palm against my tumulus while I was slightly leaving my legs.

You lift me from the couch and take me to the bedroom, gently lay on my back in the middle of the bed while sitting next to me.

Sweetly whisper: “You know how much I like to look at your beautiful body. "

I announced slowly, a little reluctant.

“Don’t you like how you feel when I look at you?” Untie the last restraining tie on the front of my teddy bear and tear the fabric apart, exposing my breasts as you speak, and letting your eyes roam freely, touching each part of me only with the intensity of your gaze. They get rid of me while I feel a familiar spasm between my legs, and they moan gently.

“Yes, John.”

“Relax, love. Think of me watching you. I know it turns you on and it turns me on. It turns me on seeing you touch yourself.” Slowly pull the tissue on my breasts. Then, taking my hand in yours, kiss every fingertips and put your hand on my life.

You move across the room and whisper, “Honey, I love you.”

Comingly, hesitantly move a hand on my body, from my life and on a chest outside my Teddy. I’ll stop, uncertain.

I touch my right hand on the right side of the neck, and slowly tighten your nails on the skin, between my chin and my clavicle, rolling your head to one side on the pillow.

I close my eyes and start to abandon myself to the sensations of my hands by caressing my body. My thoughts come from a vision of you watching me, imagining your reaction, imagining your dick growing harder and harder as you see every sign of my passion of assembly in a way you have never seen before.

My other hand moves towards the center of my stomach, touching the revealed skin in the opening of my teddy bear, and I push the fabric further and slip the straps down my shoulders. I arched my back until the lace and satin thread is pushed down my life. My hands travel along my body and rest on each chest, cover them, massaging and caressing, working nipples in hard spikes.

My breath is getting faster when my excitement accumulates, and I’m lost for this thing I’m doing for you. I open my legs slightly and move a hand down, working under the fabric until I can feel my humidity. I open my legs wider and slip my hand later, burying my fingers in my hair which is tangled now and wet by my excitement.

I completely wet my finger and then move it through my body until I can touch every nipple with my humidity, feeling everyone grow stronger. Then I touch the same finger to my lips and stroke gently back and forth until I can taste my salinity.

I open my legs even wider and stroke my fingers back and forth through my inner thighs, brushing slightly on the place of pleasure between my legs.

I’m breathing heavy, suspirating, apparently forgetting you’re in the room. But I speak your name, “John? "

“Yes, Nicole, I’m here.” I can hear a weird sound in your voice while you talk. “Take away the teddy now Nicole. Let me see all your beautiful body. "

Slowly I pull my back and I slide the offended cloth along my hips until I can kick it with the movements of my legs. I bend my legs, but I shake my knees together, I uncertain what to do next.

I put my legs slightly and put a hand over my hair, feeling wetness against my palm.

“Aprils broader Nicole. Show me all you love. Lose yourself again, darling. For me.” Your voice betrays your passion and your desire, and gives me courage.

I allow my legs to fall completely open and begin exploring the soft folds between my legs, savoring me open, pushing my hair aside to allow my finger to slip easily between my opening and inflating my pleasure point.

I die my finger up and down between my legs, slipping gently with my humidity now evenly distributed, and pausing each time as I touch my rosebud, turning slowly, enjoy the sensation waves that are beginning to take hold of me. The other hand continues to caresss my upper body, through my lower stomach, and on each breast. I shiver and moan as the first feeling of orgasm begins to wash me over. I put a finger inside my opening, feeling the softness and warmth inside me.

“Aaaaahhhhhhhh My clitoris is hard and erect and every kind touch approaches me to the climax, but I try to keep away, allowing the tension to mount.

I move both hands over my upper body again, allowing my legs to remain open as a flashing invitation, touching my nipples with my wet finger, and feeling shiver. When I return my hand between my legs, I reinsert a finger and push my hips up, swinging gently in the movements of making love, and slip your finger back until I can feel my orgasm start. My finger surrounds my clitoris with a new intensity and my cries fill the room. I’m so lost now, I don’t know if you joined me on the bed until I can hear your tongue mixing with my finger, licking and caressing and pushing me over the edge. Push two fingers deep into me and move them slowly in and out while your tongue continues to probe and touch my clean flesh.

“John… I want you now. FUCK ME NOW! ! ! ! !

My orgasm is slowly undergoing, and you move between my legs and put your dick just inside me. I surround your flesh with my hand, feeling its length and hardness. I move it up and down between my legs, moaning every time it passes over my clitoris still erect, as the last sensations of orgasm die away.

“John, you’re so hard!! I want you inside me. Fill me with your dick. FUCK ME!!!

Your dick moves back to my opening and gently pushes, pushing a few inches inside my heat and wet, slowly slip into it. I shake my muscles against you, trying to pull you deeper inside, moaning again, “Fuck me.”

You push harder, you bury yourself inside me, and I pull up to meet you, wrapping your legs around your hips. We move to the unison, softly moaning with every push that approaches us and you deeper inside me. You’re as hard as ever before, filling and hitting me. Whenever you push deeply into me, I feel your skin touching my clitoris that is still hard and sensitive, and I can feel your balls slap against me with the intensity of your movements.

You touch my face in your hands and I put my nails in your back, which still arch you while I hold my legs on the hips. Your tongue is in my mouth, looking for mine, until you meet an urgency equal to the thrust of our lower bodies.

“John… ohhhhhhhhh… Now, come inside me now. I’m there. Come with me. Oh, John!

You can hear the spasms deep inside me as I sigh and call your name. Our languages are found in a wet and furious embrace. You’re tense, and I feel that your dick grows even more when you start coming with an intensity that leaves us weak and breathless. Your coming fills me with every deep thrust, until you collapse against me, whispering my name, mixing the moisture of our bodies together while we are still united.

He tilts his face toward mine until our lips meet in a delicate and soft kiss, and we remain in this way a little, enjoying the feeling of being locked together, feeling our heartbeat against each other and feeling of you within me.

“Oh John, I love you.” I push the damp hair from the forehead, I touch the cheek and kiss you again gently.

“I love you too, Nicole. "

You throw me and carry me in your arms and we fix each other, allowing our hearts and breathing to slow down.

“The night is not over yet,” he whispers softly while the sleep begins to grasp us both. “No, it’s not over yet, honey… "