I know you can feel me right now. You feel me touching you, all over your body. You feel me caressing your tits. My tongue swirling over them, making them hard. I know you can feel my hands wandering down towards your pussy brushing across your lips, dipping into your centre. I know you can feel my breath against your wetness as you spread your legs for me. You can feel me sucking on your clit, flicking it with my tongue as you allow my fingers to push inside you. I know you’re gasping as you imagine all this, I can imagine your fingers exploring yourself.

Imagine leaning back against me, your naked back resting on my tits as I play with your hair and kiss the side of your face. I bring a hand round to cup your chin, pulling you into a deep kiss that leaves us both wet. You can feel my wetness against your ass, it turns you on even more. I take my hand from your chin and caress down your body, stopping to play with your sensitive nipples and enjoying the moaning that elicits. My hand ventured further down your body, over your stomach and between your legs to brush against your slit. I gently part your lips and coat my fingers in your wetness. Your head falls back against my shoulder and you whisper my name desperately, urging me to play with your clit. I love listening to you beg so I stop and you try to move my hand with your own. God you’re desperate for me, darling. Because I won’t comply, you begin rubbing your own clit. I let you do this for only a little while before I whisper what a good girl you are for me and take over. My thumb ghosts your clit and my fingers slide effortlessly into you. Two fingers just isn’t enough, is it? You need more. I add another finger, feeling you stretch around them and your breath hitch in your throat. I push you right to the edge, edging you for as long as you can take it and then make you cum. Hard. Do you want more darling?

You can’t stare at me like that all day. I feel your eyes undressing me, imagining what is under my silk shirt, what my tits would feel like pressed against yours.

I sip my wine, gazing back at you, never dropping eye contact as I run the tip of my tongue along my lips to catch every drop. I watch your breathing increase, I just know you’re wondering what else my tongue can do.

Why don’t you find out?

My raised eyebrow should tell you everything you need to know, you are in trouble. All day long you’ve teased me, sending me pictures of you in tight shirts and nothing else. Texting me with how wet you are and how much you miss me. And now I’m home and you’re naked on our bed. Completely naked, only parts of you hidden by the duvet. You know what my eyebrow means, you know what’s coming. I climb on top of you, pulling all coverings away and devouring your body with my eyes. I place kisses along your neck, down your chest, stopping to suck your nipples and make you moan, all the way down your stomach until I get to your pussy. I can see how wet you are, how much you want me to taste you- I will oblige. I place gentle kisses and licks around your thighs, getting closer to your centre. You buck your hips in frustration. You’ve forgotten that I am in control. I stop and pull away, smirking at you. You’ll have to do it yourself, I tell you. You do. Your fingers start to trace circles on your clit and it isn’t long before you are moaning, your body trembling. I lean into you and whisper ‘come for me’. You come hard, moaning my name into my neck. Good girl.