Stripping up for my guy while my legal husband is away

I take it slow, letting each movement linger, drawing out the anticipation as I slip off each piece of clothing. My eyes stay locked on him, watching the way he follows my every move, the way his breath deepens, his hands twitching like he's fighting the urge to reach for me. I let a smirk play on my lips as I tease the hem of my shirt, lifting it inch by inch before finally letting it fall away. The tension builds between us, thick and electric, and I revel in it—knowing that with every layer I shed, his patience wears thinner, his desire burns hotter, until there's nothing left between us but want.