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.
You raise a hand up to my head, running your fingers through my hair as I kiss up and down your neck, suckling gently and biting ever so softly, just allowing you to feel my teeth on your skin as your breath begins to get shallow and a steady heat begins to spread throughout your body. Your fingers are tugging at my hair now, trying to make me go further.
My hand, which has till now remained on your laptop, now begins to trail up your thigh, featherlight touches against your skin as my lips play havoc on your neck. My other hand now comes around, wrapping around you and resting against your stomach, slipping under your shirt where it begins to trace light circles across your stomach. You breathing quickens, your arousal and my touch turning you to melted butter in my hands as I gently bite down on your neck, suckling hungrily at the juncture of your neck and collar as my first hand skips up your thigh to gently press against the front of your panties where your legs have slipped open seemingly of their own will.