They enter the bedroom. Its been small talk, catch up stuff mostly. Neither saying what they really want. The tension is thick, but its just so damn delicious. The anxiety making each heartbeat palpable. Both wanting, knowing the potential, but nervous about how far they can go. He pulls her into a hug, letting her feel their bodies close, warm. A kiss, hard, and intense immediately breaks their physical stalemate. Tongues playing with each other. Their hands start to roam, but he stops and pushes her away. Is this it she wonders? Is this as far as this goes? She's frustrated but only for a second. He orders her to strip for him. First her shirt, then her bra. She teases him with her skin. Her chest, that she knows he wants to taste. She reaches for his clothes, but he pushes her away and again orders her to take her clothes off. Her feet are already bare. She takes her pants off but as she goes to remove her thong, he stops her. That will stay on till he decides to remove them.
He pushes her onto the bed, grabs some lotion and starts to massage her feet. It's fruity scent is pure, and innocent and so distant from the promise of this touch. It's buttery smooth. His hands feel warm, and strong and commanding. There is comfort there but control as well and she gives into it. It feels wonderful but she wants more. She starts to sit up, but he will not let her rise and pushes her back down onto the bed. He continues up her legs, to her thighs, caressing gentle circles. It's agonizingly intense to feel those hands on her body driving into her. She can feel her legs parting and his fingers start to draw up towards her panty-covered pussy. He draws his fingers over her, tantalizing her clit. They push gently under her thong, but he refuses to remove it. His hands continue north, over her stomach, her breasts, pinching her nipples and he follows them with his tongue. When he reaches her mouth, she sucks on his finger, making it clear she wants more than just his hands.
