Selfish

You looked good this morning coming out of the shower. The drops from the shower licked you in just the right places. Kind of like watery glitter against a chocolaty night sky. Then you almost undid me completely when you started rubbing that shea butter baby oil gel all over that body. Girl, you did this to me. The way you bent over to run the gel from you ankle to your thigh covering every inch of skin in between, then you massaged it back down. Mmph, you know.

I watched you from the reflection in the mirror as I brushed my teeth.Your hair tumbled down your back in a long wave of silken sable. Not an indent could be found, not a strand out of place. Your eyes turned to me with a coy smirk, issuing me a promise for later. I giggled to myself as I sat back and studied you, putting on your lips gloss. It was fluid how the gel glided across that sumptuous pout. Then your hand was steady as you applied that charcoal mascara to your almond eyes making them stand straight like tiny stilettos. And that was all you needed. Fuck, I wanted to take you then, but you were late and we needed to get on our grustle.

Throughout the day, I kept thinking about all the things I would do to you when we got home. I pictured myself rubbing those delectable breasts, inhaling their scent, measuring their hefty. Then I imagined you laying back as I fondled each and every nook of your fine looking frame. Your eyes peered over at the clock on your desk and you smirked prettily. You quickly picked up your keys and stuff and bolted for the door.

In the car, you blasted Robin Thicke's album, Sex Therapy The Experience as you weaved your way through traffic. I listened intently to the lyrics, making mental note of the different suggestions he had to offer, all while you hummed along. As you parked your car in the garage, I could smell your essence rising from the driver seat. It became intoxicating in its floral essence.

My plans to woo you with dinner and a bath went right out the window. As you soon as you stepped into the crib, I had to have you. Time was limited. You tore out of your suit jacket, blouse and skirt with a flourish, then you stood before the mirror admiring your framework as did I. The lacy black bra and panty set molded to your full curves like a second skin, accented with a vixen's touch by the garter and thigh high combination.

Plucking the garter straps, you never broke eye contact with me, as you rolled the hosiery slowly down your leg in one big caress; repeating the tactic with the other. Then you unwind that bun from your head, allowing the sable blanket of your hair to fall against your chocolaty shoulders like a cape. We still watched each other. You coyly blinking your lashes at me, tempting me beyond reason or control. I wanted to fuck you and fuck you hard. Sigh, but alas, you were in control.

Your hands reached behind you to release your bra. As you undid the bounds, it sprang forward like a Jack-in-the-Box into your waiting arms, where you casually tossed it aside. Then your fingers entwined around the edges of your panties, tugging them down your leg like you had done the hose. It too was tossed carelessly aside to the floor.

Now, it was my chance to touch. I went straight for those breasts. They were like chocolate Kisses, sweet and hard. As my fingers latched on, I massaged them with precision and care, tugging them with the right amount of pressure, forcing a moan to slip your pouty lips. Lifting them up, I inhaled the perfume that still lingered there from the morning's shower. Cautiously, I ran my hand over your flat stomach, loving the soft feel of the flesh here, pausing only slight to fondle the deep navel. As I drew closer to your muff, I could see you blush with anticipation.

God, you're so beautiful, I utter to myself. You giggle at the visual compliment I give you before rolling onto the waiting bed. I follow along mapping out where else I would touch you. I run my nails up your thigh and along your buttocks smiling as I hear your giggly moan resonate in the room. I raise the flowers of your chest to my lips and flick a tongue to the stiffened nipple. You, in turn, lick your lips hungrily watching it react to my ministrations.

With both hands I juggle your bosom with delight and awe, before allowing one hand to stray away. Carefully, I paw at the slit you graciously offer me, already feeling the signs of your dew seeping through. It's heady and slick against my fingers, drawing me to seek its warmth. Finally, I crack the oyster open to submerge into its depth and encounter an immoveable, fleshy pearl. I twirl my middle finger around it and its sleek edges. With each twist of my hand, your moans deepen and deepen. You try to hold them back by biting your lip, but it becomes unbearable as I keep flicking the hot little pearl.

I want to hear you scream, I tell you with my eyes. You had turned away to gaze into the mirror, but I drew your attention back to me when I delve my fingers deeper into your depths, tickling the silken tunnel to life. I stretched and fondled until I saw you raise your hips in response. I knew just what this called for. Never breaking my touching, I reached into the nearby draw and pulled your favorite toy from the bottom: a dark chocolate dildo shaped to the exact specifications of our current beloved. I laughed to myself as you quickly take it from my grasp to devour for a moment.

Then you relinquish it back to me, your gaze a haze of desire percolating to the brink. Handling the dilly with expertise, I feel my intensity and anticipation growing. You bite your lips sharply trying to keep a moan from escaping, but that's what I want to hear. Gingerly, I hover the rod at your entrance, then with a wicked smirk I switch it on and watch your reaction as your hips raise up off the mattress to a chorus of gasps and moans. The words are caught in your mouth and I know just how to wrench them out. At your insistence, I nudge the dildo forward to the hilt.

Your hips in response begin to bounce and wave. The motions are smooth and steady and begin to pick up speed. I can hear your voice grow ragged and unsteady, tiny curses drip from your lips. It feels so good, filling your little hole. I can feel you constrict the toy, pushing it out with your pussy muscles, then draw it back in. Suddenly, you roll over onto your knees and begin to ride the wave. Your fingers, my fingers make quick work of your clit. The knot that begins to unravel, begins to shake the walls around us. Your hips begin to move furiously and your moans get harder and harder.

In your passionate haze, you whip your head toward me and smile wickedly before succombing to the pleasure. The shaking subsides as you lay on the bed collecting your thoughts. We are sated and loving the afterglow. I don't know how long we sat enjoying the moment, but the keys in the door signaled more pleasure to be had and we giggled to ourselves. Sometimes, you just got to be selfish.