Serena | 20's | smut and fantasy enthusiast | Australia
We both like it when you get back from work. Sometimes I wait to get you worked up; teasing you while cooking dinner with light touches, curling up beside you on the couch while we watch movies and purposefully brushing against you while twining myself against you, and other times I don't; sending you dirty texts while I wait, straddling you naked while you're playing COD, or coming up behind you in the kitchen and wrapping my arms around you tell you exactly how I want you to fuck me.
By Serena4 years ago in Filthy
I’d chosen this hotel specifically because of the furniture, one piece in particular at that. Sturdy and covered in velvet of the darkest emerald, the wingback chair was a stark contrast to the rest of the suite which was neutral.
I pull you in towards me on the beachside dance floor setup on the main beach of Lady Bay by the kiosk and continue dancing, close enough to you to tease but not touch, my hips swaying in time with the music.
It's been a really long, rough week for you. Every night when you get back you seem to be a little bit more tired, a little bit more stressed out.
"Room Service," a chipper, almost too cheerful voice calls, muted by the door, interrupting us. I pull myself from the bed of our hotel room, quickly surveying my handiwork as I pull a robe around me to get the door.
I slide off of you, leaving you on the couch where we were watching a movie in favour of collecting dessert. I return soon after, naked and carrying nothing save for a can of whipped cream and I straddle you on the couch, my naked body warm against yours even though you’re only clad in underwear.
