His eyes follow every curve and dip of her silhouette
Memorizing the texture of her skin, soft to touch and memory
Lingering along the edges of her bathrobe
Which clings to her feminine frame. 

His eyes sweep into her hair
His fingers curl by his side, mimicking the evenings past
Tumbling down her shoulders, almost floating as she moves
His eyes find the ceiling for a steadying moment. 

His eyes rove down her legs, from the hem of the dress at her thighs to her heels
He leans against the doorframe as the curve of her ass comes into view
Hidden under the cloth that offended him - keeping him from favorite features.
Her hands glide along thigh, spreading.

His eyes drifted up her hips and waist, 
And whispered along the curve of her breasts, exposed as she bent in her routine.
Her eyes finally caught his, and another favorite curve appeared.
Her smile pulled both corners of her mouth as she grinned at him.
"You're staring again."

His legs stride purposefully toward hers, a hand reaching out and sliding along her jaw as she straightens
Another pushes into her hair, the familiar strands curling around his fingers.
His lips take her smiling ones as his hips maneuver hers back toward the vanity.

A simple tug is all it takes to remove the barrier between them
And that cursed fabric lays in a pile on the floor.
His hands control her hips so she faces away, the slope of her ass pressing against him.
Her eyes find his in the mirror as he guides her head back by the hair at the back of her neck

Her mouth opens as his cockhead poises at her ass.
He slides forward, pushing his hips until he enters her, forcing himself to stay slow and steady
He knew it would drive her crazy.
The way the tightness of her ass welcomed him, her soft little moans spurred him on.

A low growl and a thrust, stretching her around his base
Her fingers curled around the corner of the vanity as she panted
And he reveled in how deep her pleasure went.
He would show her more.

His hand impacts the tender flesh of her cheek,
Stinging his hand and reddening as he continues to work
Her moans tell him she craves more
And his heavy hand happily oblige. 

Her wetness drips down his balls as her climax approaches
Pulling her head back so her back curves, her breasts swelling from the posture
He lowers his head, a deep growl into her ear
Keeping hips that relentlessly pound. 

She breaks and her hips ride back, losing control from her release
Her depths hug around his throbbing shaft, almost as inescapable as his hold on her body
The melody of her whimpering as her eyes roll test his control

His arms snake around her, securing her back to his chest as they both bend
His hips a blur as he takes her wildly, his body begging for release
Her words are whimpers and they gratify him. She’s desperately craving him
She needs him

With a groan he would release
Filling her as he holds her tight to him
Stretching her as far as possible, their bodies relaxing

All smiles as she straightens, and his hips pull away
An easy kiss on the lips
“Of course I was staring, look at you”
The bathrobe stays on the floor today.