I can’t take it anymore. I take one last look out the window and let the curtain fall back into place. This heat is unbearable. Even with every last window open, there is no reprieve from this hell. The ceiling fan slowly circulates. The damned thing is busted and only runs on low. Even my beer bottle is starting to sweat bullets.

Are you ever coming back? You said you would. I heard it in your voice the last time you left. You’re my drug and every time you walk out that door, I go through withdrawal until I get another hit of you. You need me as much as I need you. You wouldn’t keep coming back if you didn’t. You can play it off all you like but I know better.

My friends think I’m crazy for waiting on you like I do. If they had a woman like you, they’d be eating their words. Oh what I wouldn’t give to be nibbling, sucking, tasting every inch of your delectable skin right now. Where are you? Two hours after the fact of your arrival time and still no sign of you.

Why must you torture me this way? Do you get some sort of sick, sadistic pleasure from my agony? I must be a glutton for punishment. Rolling the bottle over my forehead in hopes of alleviating the scorching heat, I hear your voice.

“I hope you saved some of that for me.”

I should be offended that you kept me as long as you did but the sound of your voice is still music to my ears. You’re leaning against the frame of the door; the silk of your slip conformed to your body with the same stickiness that’s keeping my wifebeater clinging to mine. I follow your hips as you move the short distance toward me. You place your knee between my legs on the chair and I willingly let you have the beer that remains in that bottle. You don’t drink it right away though. I watch as you revel in the relief it brings as you roll it over your neck before you take a good, long drink.

You moan as I slide my hand over your thigh. I love that sound. I love every sound you make.

Needing to hear it again, I move my hand between your legs and and start playing with that sweet little pussy of yours. You always seem to be ready for me. You set the bottle down on the table and grasp my shoulders as I work my fingers into your soft wet heat.

You’ve tortured me long enough now it’s time for a little payback. I rise and it forces you to back up. I grab a fistful of your hair allowing me full access to your neck. I savor the saltiness of the sweat trickling down as my tongue travels down it. Despite the humidity surrounding us, I need to be stuck to you. I rip through the satin clinging to you to find you completely vulnerable to my whim but no sooner have I taken control, you push me back into the chair.

Sinking to your knees, you immediately go for the button on my jeans. I shift and let you drag the faded, shredded material down the length of my legs. Your hands now skim my thighs; gradually moving closer to my cock. It’s those painted red lips of yours I want wrapped around it more than anything and you know it too.

Your tongue slides slowly along on the underside of my length and I come unglued. I watch as your tongue circles the swollen tip of my dick before your mouth gradually claims it as yours. I peel my shirt off as you continue to make me your slave. Your hand slides up over my chest as the other continues to destroy my resolve. I should know better. This is your game after all. You know what pushes my buttons and you use every last trick in the book to make them work. Your mouth continues to stroke my cock as you pull the torn material from your body.

You’ve decided you’ve had your fun with me so now it’s my turn to play. I don’t think we’ve ever played this game before. You ease yourself onto the table and open your body up to mine.

I move between them and possess your body; your lips my first stop. Your tongue twists with mine as my hand finds it’s way onto your full, rounded tit. I can’t want to get my mouth on it and so I move that direction. Leaving you in a daze as my lips make that journey to that plush landscape. I roll my tongue around the puckered tip only causing it to push out more. I take it between my teeth and tug . You’re body really does respond to me.

I’ve let my free hand slide down between your legs to play with your sweet, moist pussy. All that soft pink flesh is mine for the taking. I continue to torture your luscious tits as I dip my fingers inside you. Fuck you’re so wet! I want to take you now but it wouldn’t be fair.

Then I hear you say the words. “Fuck me now!” spill from those delicious lips of yours.

I meet your gaze and without so much as blinking, I sink myself fully into your depths. You grip the table’s edge as I plunge fully into you. I grip your hips. I am taking no prisoners tonight. My need to have you tossed all the good sense I have left in this world out the window as I push harder into you.

Fuck the sounds you make are incredible and you’re the only woman I’ve ever known that’s not afraid to talk dirty to me. I slow and hold you deep inside of me. I position myself back against the table allowing you once again to have control.

I really don’t do it so much for you having the power so much as I like the way your tits bounce when you ride my cock. I thrust up a couple of times just to make sure you know I’m still the man in this ‘relationship’. I feel you slow and grind your hips on me. You’re slowly spiraling out of control. You arch back and continue to do this as you grip my thighs. I reach up and roll my thumb over your clit and pow! You’re a goner.

You scream out my name as though I were the last man on this Earth. I wish I were . That way you wouldn’t be moving off of me and grabbing that gauzy dress that lays in the doorway. I watch you slip those ruby red heels on and walk out my door yet again.

There I let you go and again you keep me waiting…… until the next time that is.