books. I could and would be in charge tonight. Think about sex and pleasing Victor, I reminded myself, and nothing else. Feel your inner goddess, as my sister would say. Ha!
The doorbell, rang. He was here. I quickly left the bedroom and pressed play on the CD player. Three Doors Down Here Without You softly played out of the two speakers from on top of my entertainment center. I opened the door, and Victor stood there gaping at me. Score. Point mine. He looked sexy and startled. He wore grey cargos and a blue button dress shirt accentuating his eyes. The shirt was open wide at the collar revealing his amazing chest. His ice blue eyes ravaged by body from top to bottom, and back again. He loved what he saw. And I was glorified by his reaction; my soul needed it very much. I took his hand, and turned around leading him straight to my bedroom the music following us as the lead singer’s words spoke the things I could never say to Victor.
“ I'm here without you, baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
And I dream about you all the time .”
I led him to the foot of my bed and pushed him down onto it; he landed with a thump but still in a sitting position. He lied down after kicking off his shoes, and watched with those mesmerizing ice cold eyes on fire, glittering for me. I stepped back when he reached out to me and then turned away from him towards the mirror on my dresser. I looked over my shoulder at him, as Brad Arnold’s words continued to croon,
“ I'm here without you baby
But you 're still with me in my dreams
And tonight it's only you and me, yeah ”
I slowly stripped and danced for him dropping my robe inch by inch ever so slowly down my back revealing the red satin and lace bra. I swayed in time to the music and then lowered the robe to reveal the tattoo he had given me in black ink, with the words, Hot! Hot! Hot! above the tribal band just above my fiery red panties with the black lace. His eyes shot to my face, they were on fire, burning for me. As much he tried to push me away, he wanted me. This I knew. I had surprised him by putting the tattoo there. I had really stunned him. He made to move and get up, but I held up one finger and waved it back and forth, the universal sign for wait, and then I let the robe fall and flutter all the way to the floor. I continued to dance for him, swaying my hips erotically, showing him with my hands where I wanted him to touch me. The words to the song caressed my soul, as I caressed my body for him.
“ The miles just keep rollin'
As the peop le leave their way to say hello
I' ve heard this life is overrated
But I hope that it gets better as we go, oh yeah yeah ”.
I continued my dance in time to the music wanting him to wait, and ache to touch my body, and as the track ended and the next song began to play, I leisurely crawled up on to the bed, and straddled him. “No touching yet,” I warned.
“You’ve planned this,” he groaned his frustration but kept his hands to his side like a good boy.
“Mmh,” I murmured seductively and bit my lower lip fully knowing he was watching my every move.
I sat on his thighs and began to undo his belt without breaking eye contact. I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and gave him a little rub through his boxers. He was already fully aroused. I saw him lick his lips, and he, who was always so in control, was breathing out of his mouth. I knew he was incredibly turned on. But he resisted and continued to let me take the lead. I began to work the buttons of his shirt and pulled it from the waist band of his pants, and leaned in to lick his flat chest from his belly button up to chest between his pectoral muscles. I felt his muscles jump beneath my palms as I stroked his chest and abductors. “Mmm, you taste so good,” I breathed. I maintained eye contact the whole time. I licked one of his nipples, flicking my tongue
The doorbell, rang. He was here. I quickly left the bedroom and pressed play on the CD player. Three Doors Down Here Without You softly played out of the two speakers from on top of my entertainment center. I opened the door, and Victor stood there gaping at me. Score. Point mine. He looked sexy and startled. He wore grey cargos and a blue button dress shirt accentuating his eyes. The shirt was open wide at the collar revealing his amazing chest. His ice blue eyes ravaged by body from top to bottom, and back again. He loved what he saw. And I was glorified by his reaction; my soul needed it very much. I took his hand, and turned around leading him straight to my bedroom the music following us as the lead singer’s words spoke the things I could never say to Victor.
“ I'm here without you, baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
And I dream about you all the time .”
I led him to the foot of my bed and pushed him down onto it; he landed with a thump but still in a sitting position. He lied down after kicking off his shoes, and watched with those mesmerizing ice cold eyes on fire, glittering for me. I stepped back when he reached out to me and then turned away from him towards the mirror on my dresser. I looked over my shoulder at him, as Brad Arnold’s words continued to croon,
“ I'm here without you baby
But you 're still with me in my dreams
And tonight it's only you and me, yeah ”
I slowly stripped and danced for him dropping my robe inch by inch ever so slowly down my back revealing the red satin and lace bra. I swayed in time to the music and then lowered the robe to reveal the tattoo he had given me in black ink, with the words, Hot! Hot! Hot! above the tribal band just above my fiery red panties with the black lace. His eyes shot to my face, they were on fire, burning for me. As much he tried to push me away, he wanted me. This I knew. I had surprised him by putting the tattoo there. I had really stunned him. He made to move and get up, but I held up one finger and waved it back and forth, the universal sign for wait, and then I let the robe fall and flutter all the way to the floor. I continued to dance for him, swaying my hips erotically, showing him with my hands where I wanted him to touch me. The words to the song caressed my soul, as I caressed my body for him.
“ The miles just keep rollin'
As the peop le leave their way to say hello
I' ve heard this life is overrated
But I hope that it gets better as we go, oh yeah yeah ”.
I continued my dance in time to the music wanting him to wait, and ache to touch my body, and as the track ended and the next song began to play, I leisurely crawled up on to the bed, and straddled him. “No touching yet,” I warned.
“You’ve planned this,” he groaned his frustration but kept his hands to his side like a good boy.
“Mmh,” I murmured seductively and bit my lower lip fully knowing he was watching my every move.
I sat on his thighs and began to undo his belt without breaking eye contact. I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and gave him a little rub through his boxers. He was already fully aroused. I saw him lick his lips, and he, who was always so in control, was breathing out of his mouth. I knew he was incredibly turned on. But he resisted and continued to let me take the lead. I began to work the buttons of his shirt and pulled it from the waist band of his pants, and leaned in to lick his flat chest from his belly button up to chest between his pectoral muscles. I felt his muscles jump beneath my palms as I stroked his chest and abductors. “Mmm, you taste so good,” I breathed. I maintained eye contact the whole time. I licked one of his nipples, flicking my tongue
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