Lila POV
I smile to myself when I take a glance at the reflection in the mirror. The woman staring back at me spells of one word; a seductress.
Yes, that’s what I plan to do tonight, seduce my boyfriend and have him f*ck me senseless. It’s been a week since Mark and I made love and just as always, he left me unsatisfied. I have been pondering on how to make things spicy and steamy between us and this is the solution I came up with.
I made sure to shave my lady bits, my skin is glowing with the lavender body lotion, I put on a red lipstick and my lingerie is sexy. It’s not the usual nightgown or camisole, no. This is a red silk corset set complete with a lacy garter and silk thigh highs. It’s sexy, daring, a bit slutty but most of all, it’s gonna get Mark so hot he’s going to f*ck me right.
I take another glance at the time on the clock, it’s almost eight. Mark should be home any minute. My heart beats fast and my stomach flips and flops in nervous anticipation. I can’t help but bite my lips as the thought of Mark fucking me, his cock buried deep inside of me and pounding away at my sweet spot.
One thing about Mark is that he is strict with time and tends to follow a routine without missing a bit. It’s like his life is programmed. That’s not something to complain about, until it feels like even our sex life is programmed.
Mark and I have been dating for the last two years. We sat for the college exams a week ago and since Mark insists on going back to his village tomorrow, I plan to have him all by myself tonight.
I want our night to be wonderful, not feel like a fucking programme.
The sound of the door being unlocked makes my heart pound loudly. I straighten myself and try to look cool as Mark enters the room. He is dressed casually in a pair of sweat pants, a white t-shirt and his glasses.
“Baby?” he calls out as he places his keys in the bowl by the door. I take a deep breath before stepping into the living room. I informed him that I want tonight to be Just us and he seemed to like the idea.
He drops his bag as soon as he sees me, his eyes travelling all over my body, taking in every inch of me. His tongue runs over his lower lip as his gaze lands on my chest. My nipples harden underneath his stare.
“Hi.” I say shyly. He smiles, taking a step closer to me. “Hello, gorgeous.” he whispers. My hands are shaking slightly when I place them on his chest. He is looking at me with such intensity that I can’t hold his gaze.
I close my eyes as his lips land on mine in a soft, chaste kiss. He pulls away slowly and cups my cheek, his thumb gently running along my cheekbone. I open my eyes slowly and he gives me a small smile.
” You look beautiful tonight. Anything special?” Mark asks and annoyance creeps in me. What does he mean by that? I already gave him hints earlier about tonight, why play dumb? Or is he just teasing me?
Choosing to tame my temper, I smile coyly at him.
” What do you think?” I ask, stepping away and twirling around for him to take a good look. He chuckles lowly, his eyes never leaving my body.
“I like it, you look gorgeous.” He compliments. I walk towards him again, placing a hand on his chest. “Why don’t you take a good look?” I tease, pulling at the string of the corset. His hands wrap around my wrist to stop me.
“As tempting as that sounds, I’m tired and a little bit hungry.”
My face falls. He didn’t get it, not one bit. I pull my hand from his grip, disappointment coursing through me.
“What’s wrong?” He asks and I just shrug.
“Nothing.”
He sighs, taking my hand and kissing the palm.
“Baby, you know I can’t read your mind. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, really. Just forget it.”
I move away from him, walking to the kitchen. I should’ve known better than to expect something from a guy like Mark. He’s so… so dull.
“Babe, talk to me.” He pleads, coming behind me as I stand in front of the fridge.
“I just…” I begin, unsure of how to put my thoughts into words. “I just thought we could have some fun tonight.”
Mark chuckles, his arms circling around me from behind.
“We can still have fun, Lila. Come, let’s cook together.” He cooes, his head nestling on my shoulders.
I pull myself out of his hold, spinning around to face him.
“Cooking isn’t the type of fun I have in mind.” I hiss in annoyance. For someone whose academic prowess exceeds mine, he sure is a fool when it comes to romance and pleasing a woman. His brow raises, his expression telling me that he is lost.
“I need some real fun, Mark. I don’t want to be here and just… cook, or watch movies.” I tell him, hoping that he understands what I’m talking about.
He just stares at me, his lips twitching slightly. He opens his mouth to say something but closes it, as if he’s thinking.
“I don’t think I get it. Can you explain, please?”
“God, Mark!” I exclaim, throwing my hands up in exasperation. “Are you trying to be a smartass? You know what I’m talking about.”
He laughs lightly, his face morphing into a teasing grin.
” Are you so angry because you want my dick, huh Lila?” He taunts and I can’t help the blush creeping up my cheeks. I hate how easily he reads me. I cross my arms over my chest, looking at the floor.
“So what if I do? Is that a problem?”
He pulls me towards him, his hand cupping my chin.
“That’s not a problem. You know I’m always happy to make you feel good, Lila. You are my woman. I just feel hungry and thought about doing something intimate while we cook.” Mark proposes, his thumb caressing my chin.
“Intimate?” I snort. “Like what?”
“Like, maybe some wine, music, some cuddling. I’ll feed you, kiss you, make you moan as we enjoy a delicious meal. Then, we can have a hot bath, then we’ll get to bed and have fun, if that’s what you want.” He says and I fight the urge to roll my eyes.
There he goes again with his stupid programme. What I want to hear is that he will tear my clothes, bend me on the kitchen counter and take me from behind. I want him to spread me on the dining table and eat my fucking pussy as if it’s his last meal. Then we can head to the shower and have him glide inside me as the water caresses our bodies.
I want him to be rough, to take charge, to fuck me so hard I’ll be sore tomorrow.
“You don’t like that?” Mark asks and I can tell that he’s a little disappointed. I can’t bring myself to tell him exactly what’s on my mind. Instead, I plaster a smile on my face, nodding.
“I’ll go put something on, you can start with the cooking.”
I move to leave the kitchen but his arm is wrapped around my waist, his lips planting soft kisses on the nape of my neck.
“Are you sure, baby?”
I nod, his hands travelling down my body to caress my ass. I sigh at his touch, closing my eyes as his other hand squeezes my breasts.
” Alright. Let’s finish up here so that we can spend time together.” He murmurs, moving away. I want to protest, ask him not to stop but the words stay stuck in my throat.
I head to our bedroom, my head spinning. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be, Mark is supposed to be turned on and can’t keep his hands off me. He’s supposed to kiss me senseless, tear my clothes and throw me on the bed.
I go to my closet and rummage for something to wear but Instead come across a pink vibrator I bought some time back.
” Maybe you can help me with the tension while that bastard cooks.” I mutter, pulling the vibrator out. It’s a medium sized one, nothing too big but not too small either. The thing is, it can reach all the right spots and it has three different speeds.
I quickly undress, throwing my corset on the floor. I sit on the bed, spreading my legs. With my other hand, I rub at my clit with the vibrator pressed to my core. I turn it on, the low buzz sending a shiver down my spine. I rub it up and down, spreading my wetness on the tip.
“Hmm, Mark.” I moan as I push the vibrator inside, thrusting it in and out. My mind imagines it’s Mark, his thick, hard cock driving in and out of me. My back arches, pushing my breast upwards as I fuck myself.