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.
Her hand flew to her throat and her skin burned in arousal. She took note of the bulge behind His fly. How long He had been standing there, watching her, knowing what she dreamed, she didn't know. Her eyes met His once more and the look there was of hunger and lust.
She became wet immediately, her hand traveling to first one breast, then the other to find her nipples just as hard as she had dreamed....like hard diamonds of perfection, craving His fingers once again.....His lips.....His teeth.....His blade. Her chest rose and fell in hopeful anticipation, wanting Him to take her, to push her back and spread her legs, taking her roughly and suddenly, wanting Him to explode into her, to brand her once more as though it was the first time.
