Dear Mr Fantasy

The last night before he went away we took some private time in our bedroom. He carefully sprawled mouse on the bed...He wordlessly looked at her, something that always mouse uneasy...there's no where for her to hide from him. He quickly stripped off his clothing and climbed on the bed towering over her. He gripped his cock and stroked it slowly. Mesmerized, mouse watched...

He told her to lace her fingers behind her neck, "Oh no," mouse said almost without thinking...

"No?" His lips twisted into smirk, "Are you refusing?"

"Not really," tentatively, mouse replied. Then laced her fingers and slipped them behind her head.

Stroking himself again, he told mouse to watch...now, mouse's motor is humming and watching him do that just makes it worse...she wants to touch him...to caress him...to suck and worship him...and he won't let her!!

He teases mouse, bringing her to the edge of several orgasms...then left her teetering on the abyss.

At long last he allows her to orgasm...and hold him...clinging to him...not really wanting to ever let go.

Hours later, he's at the bottom of the stairs, foot tapping, bag in hand waiting for mouse.

He's always waiting for her it seems...

From upstairs, mouse appears...she sees the look on his face as she slowly descends the staircase (limping -- her knee revolts against stairs). Dressed in tight dark blue jeans, Jesus sandals, low cut top with the 'fuck me,' bra and he knows the matching panties...

He pulls her close to him, nibbles on her ear saying, "we really need to rethink your wardrobe." Carefully mouse presses herself against him and she feels him respond...

His eyes widen a little and drops his bag...

Even tho her knee hurts we bolt up the stairs for a very quick fuck...he forbids mouse from following him downstairs..Telling her if she does, he'll surely miss his flight....