The phone call that leaves you waiting for the physical encounter.
The dinner out for two, for a change, that makes you anticipate the event.
The meeting at the restaurant that makes you itch what their lips taste like.
The dinner making that feeling like the itch you can not scratch.
The good night when you find out how those lips taste.
The hand up the back entwining the hair at the nape of the neck.
The promise of the next encounter.
The anticipation of the next encounter.
The home cooked dinner for two for a change.
The cracking open a bottle of wine for two for a change.
The taste of her lips, tongue and mouth and the wine while dinner cooks.
The intimacy of the simple dinner for two.
The taste of her neck while she does the dishes.
The feel of her stomach while doing so.
The massage of her neck and back, teasing her for more.
The passion of her kiss when she forgoes and forgets the dishes.
The feel of clothes being removed by others.
The feel of the skin exposed.
The sound of clothes being shucked.
The success of finding and unclasping of the bra.
The intake of breath as a nipple is sucked between lips.
The gasp as the nipple is flicked with the wet tongue.
The taste of the ear while fumbling with pant snaps.
The fumbling of buttons on my shirt.
The contact of chest hair against her nipples.
The clumsy shucking of pants and socks.
The lifting of her hips to remove her panties.
The trail of her hands over my ass while pushing down on my underwear.
The snag of the band catching on my erection.
The erection springing to more life while it gets more air.
The sound of the sheets being shucked.
The curve of her back begging for more.
The hair of her stomach licked and teased gently.
The smell of her arousal.
The teasing of her sensitive spots.
The process of enjoying the tease.
The time when you stop teasing.
The taste of her anticipation from the valley of the breasts.
The nibbling down to her belly button.