I chuckle, shrugging off my shirt. “Patience, baby. Good things come to those who wait.”
She rolls her eyes but can't hide her smile. “You're such a tease.”
“You love it,” I reply, crawling onto the bed and hovering over her.
Heather reaches up, running her hands along my chest. “Maybe,” she whispers, pulling me down for a kiss.
I run my hands down Heather's sides, feeling her soft curves beneath my palms. She arches into my touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.
I break the kiss, trailing my lips down her neck as my fingers find the hem of her shirt. “This needs to come off,” I murmur against her skin.
Heather nods eagerly, lifting her arms as I pull the garment over her head. My breath catches at the sight of her lacy bra, her breasts heaving with each breath.
“You're so beautiful,” I whisper, trailing kisses along her collarbone.
She shivers under my touch, her fingers digging into my shoulders. "Please," she whimpers, “I need you.”
I smirk against her skin. “What do you need, baby? Tell me.”
Heather groans in frustration, bucking her hips against mine. “You know what I need. Stop teasing.”
“But teasing is half the fun,” I chuckle, nipping at her earlobe.
She gasps, her nails raking down my back. “If you don't touch me soon, I swear I'll-”
Her words are cut off as I cup her breast, kneading gently through the lace of her bra. Heather moans, arching into my touch.
“Is this what you wanted?” I ask, my voice low and husky.
“Yes,” she breathes, “God, yes.”
I reach behind her, unclasping her bra with practiced ease. As I pull the garment away, revealing her perfect breasts, I can't help but marvel at how lucky I am.
“You're perfect,” I murmur, lowering my head to take a nipple into my mouth.
Heather cries out, her fingers tangling in my hair as I lavish attention on her sensitive flesh. Her body writhes beneath mine, seeking more friction.
I trail my free hand down her stomach, toying with the button of her jeans. “May I?” I ask, always wanting to ensure her comfort.
“Please,” she nods frantically, lifting her hips in invitation.
As I slowly drag down her zipper, Heather's impatience gets the better of her. She grabs my face, pulling me into a searing kiss. Her tongue sweeps into my mouth, and I groan at the taste of her. My hand slips inside her jeans, and she gasps against my lips.
“That's it, baby,” I murmur, stroking her through her panties. “Let me hear you.”
Heather moans, her hips bucking against my hand. “More,” she pleads, her nails digging into my shoulders.
I'm all too happy to oblige, sliding her jeans and panties down her legs in one swift motion. She kicks them off impatiently, and I can't help but chuckle at her eagerness.
“Someone's in a hurry,” I tease, trailing kisses down her stomach.
Heather props herself up on her elbows, watching me with hooded eyes. "Can you blame me? I've been thinking about this all day too."
I grin up at her, settling between her thighs. “Well then, let me make it worth the wait.”
As I settle back between her thighs, I can't help but pause to admire the sight before me.
Heather blushes under my intense gaze. “What?” she asks, suddenly shy.
