Anticipation of Ecstasy

The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing across the walls as I lay back on the couch, fully naked, my body open and ready. My legs were stretched wide, my pussy glistening with arousal, every inch of me consumed with thoughts of you. The scent of desire lingered in the air, heightening my senses and making my heart race with anticipation.

I wasn’t touching myself, but the ache between my thighs was undeniable. My mind was filled with the vision of you entering the room, your gaze locking onto my exposed, needy form. I imagined you crossing the space in a stride, your eyes dark with desire, and bending over me, ready to claim what was yours.

The anticipation built as I pictured you leaning in, your breath hot against my skin. The thought of your hard cock filling me, driving deep into my little pussy, made my body tremble with longing. I could almost feel the weight of you on top of me, your hands gripping my hips as you moved with a primal urgency.

In my fantasies, each thrust brought me closer to the edge, the sensation of your cock inside me overwhelming and exquisite. My moans would fill the room, a testament to the pleasure you were giving me. My body would arch and writhe beneath you, desperate to feel every inch of you.

And then, the pinnacle of my desire: the thought of squirting, my body responding to the ecstasy you wrought with each powerful thrust. The idea of that release, the ultimate surrender to our shared passion, made my need for you even more intense.

As I lay there, lost in my fantasies, every part of me yearned for the moment you would come and take me, fulfilling my deepest desires and making me yours completely. The anticipation of ecstasy was almost too much to bear, and I knew that only you could quench the fire burning within me.