"Your room or mine?" his voice a mumbled whisper against her skin.
"Yours," she responded enthusiastically. "I love your bed."
They had been roommates for a few years, only recently turning that arrangement into friends with benefits. She was happy with the agreement, she had him when she wanted him, she had her advertising job and she had her freedom to have whatever social life she chose, no questions asked. He apparently felt the same way about their deal.
Depositing her in the center of his bed, she watched as he lit the candles across the headboard and strategically placed around the room. She loved his room with it's subdues lighting and heavy mahogany wood furnishings. The thick comforter, silken cotton sheets and the pillows were heavenly. So many pillows, she often wondered what kind of a man wanted or needed that many pillows. Watching him move around the room, his movements so purposeful and enticing were intoxicating. The anticipation of those movements being turned on her was making her ache for his touch.
Returning to the bed and her laid out in the middle like a feast to be devoured. He clicked on the stereo, the room coming quietly alive with something calmingly seductive.
"Come here." He said tugging her feet until her hips were even with the edge of the bed. Pulling her into a seated position, his strong fingers played the hem of her t-shirt, his rough fingers brushing her skin sending shockwaves through her. When he was demanding, she was putty in his hands. Peeling the tight t-shirt from her body, he admired her perky breasts for a minute before lowering his lips to a bare shoulder and biting gently. His hands tickling softly down her arms before starting their return voyage up her torso. His feather like touch shot arrows of torture and pleasure along nerves she didn't know existed, leaving her wet and shuddering.
He continued his feather touch down her back expertly releasing the hook on her bra, exposing her tiny globes to his searing gaze. He hadn't even touched them, yet they were firm and ready, the blush pink nipples stretching toward him begging for his attention. Continuing the delicate assault on her skin he lowered his lips to hers, quelling the panting breaths that were now escaping her lungs.
"Please," she whimpered
"Not yet my sweet."
"PLEASE!!" She could feel the intense hunger growing in her core, feeling the delicious need for release. She watched a seductive smile place across his lips and dance in his clear blue eyes. His head dropped to worship her bare breasts and nipples. Licking his thumb, he rubbed the wetness over one hard nipple while swirling his tongue slowly around the other. She knew the gentle bites he made on her flesh would leave marks, but she was past caring. All she wanted was to feel him within her riding the waves of her desire with her.
His patient ministering to her body was annoyingly tantalizing. The time he was taking to pleasure every inch of her had her quivering and he hadn't even moved south of the border yet. Pushing her back onto the mattress, he swiftly unbuttoning her jeans hooking his fingers in the waistband and sliding them off, leaving her pretty lace panties in place. Blowing softly on her skin, he traced his way to her underwear, his breath on her skin setting off the first light spasm between her thighs.
