Jane remained in bed and took advantage of his short visit to the bathroom to change into his favorite lingerie—a red interlaced fabric, revealing nearly the entirety of its back, and with a rose petal meshed below the cleavage. His obsession with this particular lingerie still remained a mystery to her. She tried one too many times, interchangeably positioning herself to find the most coquettish position to be in when he finally exited the bathroom. She sat up in the carefully tucked in bed, leaning slightly against the headboard and didn’t find that position seductive. She tried to feign sleep by prostrating herself, exposing the roundness of her ass as a catch. Neither positions struck her as seductive enough till she thought of the perfect position.
She propped herself up on an elbow and faced the direction of the bathroom, crossing one leg over a straightened one. She leaned her head back slightly and drew circles on her ass with her fingers. She imagined him walking in to find her already smiling and comforted by his presence.
Everything else about her besides the lingerie seemed very much on point—her hair was covered under a customized bonnet with ‘Ginger’ cursively inscribed on it. She had gotten her whole body waxed a couple of days back and she was sleek as a pebble, and most importantly, she smelled heavenly.
“Oh shoot,” she said, expecting her flow later that evening or early the very next morning.
She felt sexy and smiled in appreciation of herself however.
Her mind wandered on how the night was going to pan out. Before she could complete the thought, the bathroom door opened. Jerome walked out, drying one hand on his white towel which wrapped sexily around his thin waist as he shut the door behind him. His broad chest complimented his abs, and memories of him lying over her when they made love as she rubbed his chest and abs came flooding in. She remembered how she used to carefully guide his waist in and out whenever he was over her and thrusting her.
He lifted his head and...