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For Your Eyes Only
Only you can see what I have in store
The water droplets cling to my skin. He pulls up his pants over maroon boxers in the other room. I peek at his progress without him knowing. I slide on a tiny, barely there Victoria Secret black thong. It has the words ‘je t’aime’ written in shimmery rhinestones. My bra is first spun around so that the back portion can be fixed first. I drag it across my rib cage and pull the straps up.
“I gotta get going to beat the old people,” he calls out to me.
“They are really gonna cause you trouble?”
“Seriously! They always get in my way.”
I can’t help it, I’m laughing. That kind of laughter where it feels good to release that hard. My fingers run over my hourglass curves. He’s got his socks and pants on but is still shirtless. I admire the view while he searches for more missing clothes. I threw them into tight corners like a game of Hide and Seek.
I enter the room and he observes at me. It’s that look of inherent hunger as he checks me out. I find it wonderful that we can devour each other for hours on end and still have that sparkle in our eyes. Where we silently say, I’ve just had you over and over again but I want you.
“Mmm, what are you doing later?” he asks me teasingly.
