She padded into His study quietly....the large expanse of room where He worked. It was nothing like the rest of their home, having a warehouse feel....open, vaulted ceilings with steel criss-cross beams. One section of the ceiling held panes of glass, giving it the true look of an industrial building. There were times she could almost see a water tower with a faded Burma Shave ad. There were bookcases upon bookcases, mismatched, full of all kinds of books, stacked sideways and upright, and tiny lamps scattered upon them, giving off a dusty kind of library light.....not good for reading, of course....just to set the mood. It was His desk which was well-lit, of course, not quite in the center of the room, but underneath the sky light.
She headed to her chair...the chaise He had placed there in the corner, just for her. She knew never to disturb Him while He worked, but her desire to be closer called to her this night. Her book in hand, she settled onto the chaise and snapped on her reading lamp.
And before long, she fell asleep, her book dropping to the floor.
Her dreams wrapped her in warmth....dreams of His hands on her....caressing her arms....her face....pushing her robe from her creamy white shoulders and placing His lips carefully for His perfect kiss on the curve of her breast. And she moaned, turning her body so that she was open for Him to have a better access.
His hand slid beneath her silk kimono to find the taut nipple of her left breast. He teased it, rolling it between His fingers, brushing His palm over it. She felt it grow harder as she knew He was as well. Then suddenly, He squeezed both nipples fiercely. She awoke, gasping, to see Him above her, His eyes blazing across her body, then meeting hers.
