“Starting without me?”
His voice was soft and teasing as he watched from the doorway of our bedroom as my hand slid into my panties to stroke my clit a few times. I closed my eyes for a minute, biting my lip as I looked at him with lust-filled eyes.
“Well, you know what they say,” I teased. “The waiting is the hardest part.”
He laughed, finally moving from the doorway to close the door and join me in the bed. “You just look so beautiful I gotta kiss you, darling. May I?”
I nodded, wrapping my arms around his neck to pull him onto me, his soft, full lips meeting mine in a heated kiss. His still clothed body gave me extra friction in spots I didn't realize I needed as I rocked myself against his thigh. Pants so tight they could've been painted on, I thought, squeezing his ass as an afterthought.
“Patience, baby,” he soothed, breaking the kiss. “We’ve got all night.”
I nodded again; I was already too far gone to say anything. He smirked, those luscious lips all but begging me to kiss him as he slowly, torturously undid the buttons on his shirt with more care than I would've liked. I whimpered, pushing the shirt off his shoulders and almost desperately tossing it to the floor. Then I pulled him back down, wrapping my arms around him with a soft, needy moan.
“What's got you so riled up, sweetheart?” he murmured, stroking my cheek tenderly. “I like it.”
“You,” I answered, letting my fingers run through his soft, silky hair and pulling on it gently. “Now, shut up and kiss me.”
“With pleasure,” he answered, pressing those wonderful lips against mine again.
“I think I could cum just like this,” I murmured, gently pulling on his hair again as I pecked his lips. “Forget the top hat; it's your lips that are truly magical.”
He smirked, moving his hands to undo the button on those sinfully tight jeans, watching as I batted his hands away. Holding his hands up in mock surrender, he watched as I undid the button, my fingers pulling the zipper down with a needy, desperate moan. Then I had the pleasure of watching him wriggle out of them, licking my lips as he stepped out of their confines at last.
“God, you're beautiful,” I murmured, absentmindedly kicking my panties to the floor as I admired his beauty. “Come back to bed, my love.”
He laughed, letting me pull him onto me once more. “Of course, darling.”
I wrapped my arms around his bare chest, content to hold him close to me for a few minutes. Then my hands started to wander, finding the curves of his ass and squeezing it gently. He moaned, his own hands finding my breasts and doing the same. I kissed him in response, loving how the softness felt against my slightly chapped lips.
He broke the kiss after a few minutes, moving downward a bit to settle between my legs, one hand moving to entwine our fingers with a tender squeeze as he used the other to part my folds gently. I was soaking wet around his fingers as he stroked and teased my clit. I moaned as he slid two soft, calloused fingers inside me, looking for that special, hidden spot inside.