"I must have you now," she pants
In the dimly lit living room, my wife, clad in her sheer nightgown, reclines on the couch, her eyes locked onto mine. "I can't wait any longer," she breathes, her hand slowly caressing her inner thigh, revealing her damp panties. She's been teasing me all evening, her subtle touches and whispered words driving me wild. I approach her, my heart pounding, as she spreads her legs, inviting me in. Her scent fills the room, a heady mix of her perfume and her arousal. She moans softly as I trace her lips with my finger, feeling her warmth and wetness. "I need you inside me," she gasps, guiding my hand to her breast. I comply, cupping her fullness, feeling her nipple harden under my touch. She arches her back, pressing herself into my hand, her breath coming in short gasps.