She stretched lazily under his persistent gaze, her heavily lidded eyes lit by her cat like smile. It was the first time she had chosen to sleep with someone and do nothing besides kissing and cuddling.
She turned face down on the bed, a quiet little moan escaping her lips as the soft sheets caressed her bare skin. She gasped at the sudden pleasure of his warm breath on her neck as he slowly kissed his way to her earlobe and bit it gently.
He arranged himself on top of her, the lower half of his body resting between her slightly parted thighs. His movements as he brushed himself softly against her caused her already aching breasts to rub to the silky sheets making her moan softly again. The pressure of his arousal against her bottom made her groan, sending shivers up and down her spine and the delicious tingling that had already started between her legs spread everywhere as she felt her underwear getting soaked with her essence.
She was the type of woman you could easily arouse, but making her come was not an easy task, it was something no one had accomplished for a long time and now she was dying for it.
She whimpered at the soft caress of his fingertips along her sides, the feeling of his warm wet tongue sliding along her nape, as every hair on her body lifted in goose bumps and she became suddenly aware of every hard muscle on his body that was pressed against hers. The low groan that left his throat, as she arched her back and swayed her hips lightly, vibrated through her.
She raised her left hand and run her long fingers through his dark hair pushing it out of his eyes and then pulling it softly emitting another groan from his throat.
He swallowed hard and sucked a shaky breath when her hand left his hair and slowly slid between their bodies. He pulled back a little to give her delicate hand space and the minute her fingers found his throbbing erection he breathed out hard in a moan filled with desire.
"There's fire dancing between your fingers," he mouthed with another groan, throaty and low as a growl, as her fingers lingered there, the upper half of her body bending a little upwards and turning slightly to look in his blue-green eyes, darkened now by lust.
"Your touch wraps me in blazing flames," he exhaled roughly as her fingers wrapped accordingly around him. Every movement of her fingers, however slight, caused beautiful responses of him.
One more touch made it happen; it pushed him over his limit, crushing his so preciously and proudly held self control. He gathered himself away, breathing heavily, and the second she turned to her side to protest at the absence of his body, he abruptly turned her further to face him and pinned her against the mattress.
She moved to wrap her arms around him, desire burning in the back of her throat, but he seized her wrists, with the agility and grace only he possessed, and lifted them above her head, holding them firmly with his left hand, grinning at her feeble attempts to free them. Only a couple of pieces of clothing separated them and only one was hers.
He leaned closer until his face was inches away from hers, his soft lips. barely out of reach for her to kiss as restrained as she was. He brushed his lips against hers and licked from the center to the corner of her mouth teasingly, and oh so softly, only to move away as soon as her parted lips attempted to envelop the warmth of his tongue. Leaving the delicious softness of her lips, he licked his way along her neck finding each and every sweet spot, making her skin tingle all over, to her collarbone and then to her left shoulder going downward until he reached her ample bosom. He traced a circle and then another and another, getting closer and closer, around her rosy nipple. His right hand strayed to her side, stroking her sensitive skin, softly dragging his nails all the way from her ribs to her hip and to the inside of her thigh earning a low moan from deep within her. He hooked his fingers to the waistband of her soaked lacy briefs und pulled them off of her with one swift motion. He caressed her outer lips softly making her breath catch in anticipation and then cupped her mound tightly, the pressure making that knot inside her tighter, the tingle down low in her stomach and between her parted thighs pleasurably painful, or maybe painfully pleasurable.
When his mouth reached her areola, barely a breath away from his warm lips wrapping around it, he pulled away and licked his way to her other breast, giving it the same treatment, deliberately missing again her sensitive nipple. She opened her mouth to protest but a long finger came to rest on her lips silencing her. His hand left her mouth to brush off of her face a stray strand of hair.
"Perhaps you would like me to stop then?" he teased in a husky voice, perfectly adorned by his English accent, his half smile lighting up his eyes.
"No, no, please, I really don't!" she breathed out desperately.
He pushed his dark hair out of his face and, giving her his devilish grin, he let go of her hands, got up and disappeared in the hallway. He had this way of striding away, with a confidence high enough to look like he owned every grain of sand, every speck of dust and every chunk of stone he walked on, but also subtle enough to be beautiful.
She curled her naked body in a ball on her side, her heart filling up with vulnerability and guilt; she had pleaded him and she had a feeling it wouldn't be the last time as the night was still young.
Mere seconds later he was walking to her again, now with a more serious look on his face, his clothes off and a dark red silky scarf between his fingers, the fine fabric dancing in the air in the rhythm of his determined slow pacing.
Her heart skipped a bit, or rather many of them, in the light of his sudden bareness. She unconsciously gathered herself in a sitting position. She loved the sight of a naked body but that thing never happened to her, it never shook her off her feet. She was extremely comfortable with nudity, both her own and not, but this was different; she could swear she could finally feel something, something strong enough to make her lose it for a moment and stare at him, not just like it was the first time she caught a glimpse of his naked body, but rather like it was the first nude body she ever actually saw. And then she did another thing she never normally did, she blushed and looked away. What was he doing to her?
She blinked a couple of times but his image still burned behind her eyelids. He was tall. Quite tall actually. His body was all lean muscle, definitely the reason behind his elegant, straight up posture. But it wasn't just filled with hard straight lines and high contrast-something she would find rather unappealing. It had softer, more curved lines and a fierce gentleness to it instead. His ivory skin flawless apart from a scar running down a couple of inches along the middle of his chest. She had noticed every small detail of his beauty, every bump and every hollow in his muscular built.
His weight on the bed brought her back out of her thoughts, thoughts she didn't think she could have for anyone, thoughts she had long prayed would disrupt the eerie calm of her mind. He held the scarf in front of her widening eyes in both his elegant, long fingered hands.
"Would you let me?" he inquired, in a soft voice.
"I...I have never tried this before."
