waiting

It has been four days since I have seen my uber lover, well, today is the fourth day and he is coming over after work.  I am so anxious to see him, to touch him, to smell him, to feel him inside of me again.  If I hold an article of his clothing up to my face and breathe in his scent I am at once wet and my vagina is wrenching down, contracting.  I will spend the day thinking about his arrival and what I will be wearing when he gets here.  I would like to greet him in the sexiest outfit, on my knees when he walks in the door.  I'd like to unbutton his fly as he's taking off his sunglasses, drop his pants by the time he unzips his jacket, take him into my mouth as he pulls his shirt off.  I also imagine him walking up behind me in the kitchen when he gets here, placing his hands on my hips and kissing the back of my neck a few times gently, then as he reaches down between my legs to put his finger inside of me, the gentle kiss turns into a nibble and then he bites me and of course, I grind against him, my body begging him to fuck me.  Maybe I'll be waiting for him on the patio out back, sitting in our favorite chair in a skirt with no panties, just waiting for him, daydreaming about him, getting myself all worked up.  He has a way of exciting me with just a few words that completely catches me off guard every time.  If I tell him to do something a certain way or give him a hint of what I want he will interrupt me with, "I know what to do.", or when he says how much he loves to fuck me while he's giving it to me I'll go crazy.  I want him to press himself against me when he gets here today and tell me so close in my ear that I can feel the heat of his breath, "I want to fuck you".