Is it Wednesday yet?

Just an average Sunday night. Dinner, shower, and a hot tea to warm my body. Fresh sheets always make jumping into bed exciting, something about the smell and feel of them on my skin remind me of holding a new woman for the first time. Lights off, some music on real low to ease me to sleep. Excited! For once I was looking forward to starting the work week because I have a date on Wednesday! But like magic, there she is. A silhouette of the perfect figure. Curves in all the right places. The details of her features are still blurry from the dim lit atmosphere but from the end of the corridor she walks slowly towards me. I wait, patiently, heart beat intensifies but I keep my cool. Her hair moves ever so slightly with each step, her glasses distinctly shape her profile, and that walk, God damn, that walk has me hypnotised. I stare intensely, studying every move, the shadows moving over her figure, her teeth show, the naughtiest smile, the most stunning face. Hair sitting just how I like it. I'm glued to the spot at the end of the hallway. Feels like a movie, slow motion, I can hear the saxophone playing over the scene. She finally comes into light and omg, could she be any hotter?! Someone open a window! Our bodies finally meet, her hand touches my chest, I move her hair away from her neck, I lean in and my lips betray me, I wanted to play it cool but they had other plans. Soft kisses under her ear as I take in her scent, pure heaven. My hands decide to join in and firmly pull her closer. Our eyes meet, she bites her lip, her hand scans down my stomach to find me ready. Hard! So hard! But, she is soft, delicate, and beautiful. As if we had melted into each other, we move backwards in unison, the couch awaiting our presence, we fall gracefully into it, her legs trap me, her body riding me as she thrusts her hips grinding on me, moist, her lips slide back and forth on my shaft, teasing penetration. All my fingers squeezing that ass, guiding the motion, she giggles and moans, breathing gets heavier, then she leans in, her hands in my hair, and whispers "fuck me!" The buzzing sound of a mosquito suddenly gets my attention. I scratch my arm, a Small bite. The irony makes laugh as I open my eyes, for I'm sure that little insect would have struggled to find blood, as I know after running my hand down my torso that all the blood was in one spot. And also, I now need new sheets.