Vol II. Touché

Leaning on the wall, I watch her in awe as she moves through the kitchen.

“You’re so sexy when you’re not trying to be, I don’t even think you realize it… Which is just as sexy.”

She’s offended. Ha! Of course she is. Naturally, She stops what she’s doing at the sink, and ever so gracefully faces me over her shoulder, batting her thick eye lashes slowly as if they could put a spell on me by holding my gaze long enough.

She adjusted my statement, “so, I’m not sexy when I try to be?” With a hint of a pout. However, her mouth is already shaped that way so she doesn’t have to force it much.

She wants me to believe that she’s disappointed in her self, in the idea that there ever be a moment where I wouldn’t find her attractive, disappointed in disappointing me on some level. She really can be so submissive when she wants to be. But this is a game for her right now, this isn’t like when she’s unintentionally submissive, or when she -in her special way- asks to be because she needs to be. No no, right now my vixen wants to play.

So, she allows her body to connect to mine with ease… Her back, to my front. It was like two magnets meeting for the first time.

Very slightly, she runs her face along whatever part of mine that she can reach. Teasing me with sublet skin to skin contact.

She then nuzzles her face into my neck like a kitten.

She smells like vanilla bean and Lilly’s. How can something so dangerous be so sweet?

“Hmm?” She breathed. Pressing her backside into my bulge, moving her hips in slow motion.

“I’m not sexy when I try to be?“ She repeats back to me looking directly into my eyes, another slow blink.

She bends down at the waist so that I can slide my hands along her juicy thighs and up the curvature of where they meet her perfect ass.

Her hair is so silky. I give myself this moment to become mesmerized by the way it’s draped over, swaying and tickling the floor while she dances on me…

My hands make their way down her back following her dimples and spine like a road map, being careful to imprint each second of my view into my mental photo album of her, I’ll come back to this moment for eternity.

I grip her hips while she dips and rolls back up. My dick immediately swells when it nears her opening in a way that tells me, it senses that it’s close to home.

She’s good.

Bringing my hand to her throat and the other to her plump breast, I squeeze gently. How she responds to me truly drives me.

I envision the heat from my mouth moulding itself around her ear as I say to her,

“You know that you are incredibly sexy when you try to be. But when you’re not thinking about being sexy, you’re your sexiest. Like right now in this very moment that I have you in.”

Observing her, I let my hand glide away from her throat and down to her lone breast. Both of my hands are now full of her. I have her secured as she melts just a little and her chest rises and falls.