To Become His Woman
He shouldn't be here, but why did he come to her place? He should leave her alone and make everything about them professional, not personal. When she opened the door, he stopped thinking. His blood started to pump somewhere else, which left him in discomfort within his pants.
With the dim light from her small apartment, her skin looked smooth and perfect. Her face was clean without any makeup, with her auburn long hair tied in a messy ponytail with some loose hair curling down her chest.
He could see her delicate curves through the thin material of her nightshirt. Did she usually sleep wearing this? Her nipples were peeking through the thin fabric, making him want to touch them. Her shirt reached her thighs but was enough to let him know that she only wore her panties underneath. His member pulsed painfully.
She looked so seductive and provocative without knowing it. Her face was so innocent; he could see that she was nervous with his sudden visit.