"Roll over onto your back." The whispered command rolled through my consciousness and settled over me like butter over warm bread. I woke in a dream from our past and wriggled next to him, stretching my arms up over my head.
"Leave them there," he ordered in that same sexy whisper. I felt his eyes on me raking their way down from my sleepy eyes and tousled hair to hard nipples and quivering legs.
This was how it had begun for us. After that first shower where he watched me from his spot at the sink. He'd had me dry myself, all the time he'd watched me with this tortured, lustful look that burned every inch of my skin.
Then we'd lain like this, my hands held willingly above my head, Lucas on his side next to me, his head propped up on one hand. He'd taken us to the next level that night, with six charged words
"Run your hand down your arm," he told me. I closed my eyes, the intensity when he watched me was too much to face, this time around. Besides I love listening to him, losing myself in his voice and the feelings he pulls from me.
My right hand slid gracefully down my left arm, a bread crumb trail of goosebumps lingered behind. I felt his warm breath following in its wake and shivered.
"Circle your breast."
Three fingers traced the crease where my breast and chest met. Warm lips descended, capturing my nipple in a searing hot mouth. My gasp echoed in the silent room, and I felt him smile against my supersensitive skin.
When he moved to the other breast, rough words hit my ear. "Touch yourself kitten," he said. "Be a good girl and cum for Daddy."
I couldn't breath for a few seconds but eventually I did what I was told and slowly slid my hand down to my still soaking wet core. I won't ever admit it to him, but this one night he'd finally managed to press all the right buttons.
