His Shirt

 

The house is quiet.. you have just left to run some errands.. missing you already, I decide to slip into our room, and lay down on your side of the bed.. smiling as I smell your scent on the pillow, taking a deep breath, a warm tingle invades my body like it always does when you are near.. as usual, my nipples harden and the wetness becomes ever present between my thighs.. even just your scent can control my body.. you only said you would be out for a little while.. not saying I could or couldn’t touch.. 

wiggling on the bed to get comfortable, my arousal and need becoming more and more apparent.. deciding to try to behave, I sit up.. looking around.. then walking to the closet, I open it.. a rush of your heavenly male scent attacks my senses again, but stronger.. my panties now soaked as I feel the need growing.. spotting the shirt you were wearing earlier, I pull it to me.. my eyes  closing as I inhale deeply.. my nipples throb..  looking back to the bedroom, I spot the clock, realizing I should have some time still before you are back.. and with an impish grin, I slip out of my shorts and tank top.. then my bra and very wet panties.. a shiver runs thru me as  I slip your shirt on.. it engulfs me, falling mid thigh.. your warmth begins to penetrate my body.. stirring in me an undeniable heat that is growing out of control.. a light moan escapes my lips.. my skin tingling everywhere your shirt touches.. the sleeves are long and I push them up.. 

walking back into the room, I stop before the full length mirror.. admiring the wild look in my green eyes.. my soft auburn hair flowing over my shoulders just touching the swells of my breasts, my eyes following along the shirt to notice the hard tips of my nipples pushing hard against your shirt.. god how they ache for you.. my gaze continuing to travel down my body.. seeing my tanned legs beneath the hem of your favorite shirt.. as I look at myself, my hips begin to move with an imaginary music that begins deep inside my head.. my hands come up to caress myself thru the material.. sliding down my neck.. over the swells of my aching breasts.. the turgid peeks begging for attention.. caressing and massaging them thru the material.. whimpering as the need in me grows to new heights.. my thighs already wet from my juices dripping from my swollen cunt..  my hands slip lower over my belly.. then down over my abdomen.. my skin taut with need.. lifting up the hem of your shirt, I see my shaved pussy in the mirror.. the lips swollen with need.. and not surprisingly, my clit protruding from the protective cover in hopes of relief.. my hands slip between my thighs.. looking up at my face, the wild desire apparent in my  eyes.. I watch as my fingers slip between the wet folds.. capturing the slick wetness and swirling around my aching clit.. my hips beginning to move on their own with need.. one hand continues to stroke and caress my cunt and clit, as the other slides into the shirt to capture a breast... cupping .. massaging.. pinching.. pulling.. aching. I begin moaning as my fingers continue to fan the flames of desire .. soon burning out of control.. my  fingers moving faster.. my clit swelling with need.. my breathing rapid.. gasping as I get closer and closer.. suddenly shivering and shaking uncontrollable as wave after wave of pleasure take me.. trying to keep my eyes open to watch myself in the mirror as I orgasm.. my eyes closing as the ecstasy takes me..

slowing.. calming.. shivering in aftershocks of orgasm, my eyes open.. again capturing the wild look in my eyes.. but as my eyes focus.. they capture not only the wildness of my own eyes, but also the smoldering heat of yours as you stand in the doorway behind me, watching me.. shivering from their intensity.. your face unreadable.. not able to determine your mood.. quickly taking my eyes away from yours, I see myself in the mirror as you do.. dressed in your favorite shirt.. one hand between the buttons at my breasts, the other hiking your shirt up over my hips and still pressed  between the wet folds of my cunt, still contracting in release..  quickly I pull my hands from my body.. letting the shirt fall over my nakedness.. and keeping my head bowed and my eyes downcast, I turn slowly to face you.

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