Patience

I lie in my bed and think about his fat, wet dripping tongue, sliding down my ribs. I think about his lips and spit on my soft stomach and his mouth pressed hard against my pulsing cunt. I languidly fantasise about his bristled chin pushing into my tender flesh. Hearing noises like tasting and eating and enjoyment. In my thinking, he grabs my breasts in his palms. Squeezes them like raw meat. Pinches my nipples and tweaks the sore flesh. I think about the heat of his breath on my genitals and my mouth. How his skin feels pressed against mine. I close my eyes and a breath catches and I hear soft, demanding, nurturing words curl around my ears in wisps of white smoke. "You are mine. My girl". There is a burning and bubbling ache that I long to touch. I think about the sated way he smile's and sighs when I am spent and leaking on his lap. He how pulls me in and kisses me as I curl my spine and whimper. Time stretches out so far in front of my eyes and hands. Not long now. Be good and wait. Be good. Be a good girl and he will reward you.