I walk into the loungeroom and find you sitting on the couch, laptop resting on your thighs and day time movies playing on the television. You are barely dressed, a button up flannel top and a pair of panties, evidence of your recent shower. Walking up behind you I see that you are reading our old chat logs, the hint of a blush upon your face. Smirking to myself I bend down over the back of the couch, resting my face in the crook of your neck and shoulder and breathing deep your scent, the smell of soap and shampoo from your shower less than an hour ago.
Breathing against your skin I feel a small tremor run up your spine as my breath tickles your neck. I know you're aroused, the fact that you're reading our old conversations tell me that easily. Nuzzling against your neck I softly trail kisses along the exposed skin of your neck, moving softly and gently and savouring each moment as I know you are. Reaching down I gently close the lid of your laptop as I place one sensuous suckle against the pulse in your neck, gently scraping my teeth against your skin as you tilt your head to the side to allow me better access to your soft, smooth skin.