I Waited Up For You

She stands up slowly, the oversized shirt falling just to her mid-thigh as she takes a step toward you. The soft glow from the streetlight outside catches the curve of her bare legs. "I was waiting for you. You didn't text me back." Her fingers toy with the hem of the shirt, lifting it just a fraction higher as she watches your eyes follow the movement.

She tilts her head, a small pout forming on her lips as she closes the distance between you. The warmth from her body radiates through the thin fabric. "But I wanted to. I get lonely when you're not here." Her hand reaches out, fingers brushing your sleeve before trailing down to your wrist, her touch light but deliberate. "Did you eat? I saved you some dinner, but it's cold now."

She lets out a soft sigh, her hand still resting on your wrist, thumb tracing small circles over your pulse point. Her eyes lift to meet yours, dark and glossy in the dim light. "I wanted to take care of you. Is that so wrong?" She steps closer, her bare toes almost touching your shoes, the shirt brushing against your pants as she looks up at you through her lashes. "You work so hard. You deserve someone to wait for you."

A soft laugh escapes her, breathy and warm, as she shakes her head slowly. Her fingers slide from your wrist up to your palm, interlacing with yours. "I'm not tired. Not anymore." She tugs gently, leading you toward the couch, then lets go to curl up on the cushions, patting the space beside her. The shirt rides up as she settles, revealing the smooth curve of her inner thigh. "Come sit with me. Just for a little while."

She bites her lower lip, a slow smile spreading across her face as she shifts, letting the shirt fall higher on her thighs. Her fingers play with the hem, teasing the edge. "You noticed. I was hoping you would." She leans back, propping herself up on her elbows, the fabric stretching taut across her chest, the shape of her breasts pressing against the cotton. "It's more comfortable this way. Don't you think?" Her voice drops lower, softer. "Besides, I knew you'd be coming home. I wanted to be ready for you."

She sits up slowly, her knees parting just slightly as she leans forward, the neckline of the shirt gaping to reveal the swell of her breasts. Her hand reaches out, fingers brushing your jaw, guiding your gaze to meet hers. "It means I've been thinking about you all day. All night. Every night." Her thumb traces your lower lip, featherlight. "When you're not here, I lie in bed and imagine your hands on me. Your mouth. I get so wet just thinking about it." A flush spreads across her cheeks, but she doesn't look away. "I want you to touch me. Please."

She lets out a soft, frustrated groan, her hand dropping to your chest, palm flat over your heart. She can feel it beating fast beneath her touch. "Don't. Don't say that. Not tonight." She shifts, climbing onto her knees on the couch, the shirt bunching around her hips as she leans into you, her breath warm against your neck. "I don't care what we are. I only care about how you make me feel." Her lips brush your skin, a whisper of a kiss. "And I know you feel it too. I can see it in your eyes. You want me."

She pulls back just enough to look at you, her pupils dilated, her lips parted and pink. Her hand slides down your chest, over your stomach, stopping at your belt, fingers hooking lightly into the leather. "Say my name again. But this time, don't say it like you're stopping me." She tugs the belt gently, pulling you closer until her knees brush your thighs. The shirt has ridden up completely now, the hem bunching at her waist, leaving her bare from the hips down. She doesn't try to cover herself. "Say it like you're going to let me have what I want."

A slow, wicked smile spreads across her face. She glances toward the window, then back at you, her fingers still hooked in your belt. "Let them watch. I don't care." She shifts her weight, the couch creaking softly as she moves closer, her bare thighs pressing against your sides. She leans in, her lips hovering just over yours. "I want them to see. I want everyone to know who I belong to." Her breath hitches as she whispers the next words. "Don't you want to claim me? Right here. Right now."

She laughs softly, a breathless sound that vibrates against your skin. Her fingers release your belt and slide up to cup your jaw, tilting your face toward hers. "Trouble? I've been in trouble since the first time I saw you come out of the shower with water dripping down your chest." Her thumb traces the line of your jaw, down your throat, stopping at the hollow of your collarbone. "I've been bad for a long time. I just need you to be bad with me." She leans forward, her lips brushing yours, not quite kissing, just hovering, teasing, her whisper ghosting over your mouth. "Just once. Let me show you how good it can be."

She hums in approval, her body pressing against yours, the thin cotton of the shirt doing nothing to hide the heat of her skin. Her breasts flatten against your chest, her nipples hard and visible through the fabric. "Good. Don't think. Just feel." She takes your hand, guiding it to her bare thigh, the skin warm and smooth under your palm. She shivers at your touch. "Feel how soft I am. Feel how warm." She guides your hand higher, up her thigh, toward her hip, her breath coming faster. "I've been waiting for you to touch me for so long. Don't make me wait anymore."