The most obvious thing, of course, would be to let you find me here on my bed with my legs spread wide.
You might like that sort of shock.
But it seems too easy, I think, seems like a surprise found too soon.
It seems too easy, as if you never really get to guess, never wonder, never suspect why you can distract me so easily while we chat, why my eyes flash when you brush against me, why when you move my hair to kiss my neck my skin is all pink, the world pink.
I love your urgent kisses, your cock pressing harder against my hip as your fingers reach round, down, find their way beneath the lace, finding me wet, that wet, pushing me down then, down to open me right up, open you, the thrill, the holiday.