He came to her in the dark of night, or morning. She couldn't be sure which. Nor did she care.
He climbed on top of her, his long, thick hair feathering her face as his weight pinned her to the bed. She moaned. Just a little. His breath, hot and heaving, lingered on her skin. Scentless. But delicious all the same.
His large, rugged fingers worked at the front of her nightdress, popping the buttons free with apparent ease.
Elizabeth squirmed beneath him. Her mouth turned dry, and she struggled to swallow. Gentle whimpers peeled apart her lips. She tried to slide her hands to his hips. But they didn't budge.
She smiled up at the shadowy glimmer in his eyes.
He leaned down and kissed her. Soft. Their mouths pressed together with almost no pressure at all. Like something that lurked on that fine line between fantasy and reality.
Elizabeth pressed her breasts against his naked chest as she arched her back and sought more contact with his mouth. Her nipples stiffened. Sensitive and growing behind her clothing.
He seemed to read her mind. With one hand he reached between their bodies, flicking out the last few buttons on her nightdress. He pulled it apart and a warm breeze sighed against her exposed flesh. She cooed and kissed him harder, her breath rasping over his tongue as it probed between her lips.
She urged him to do so much more, without a word uttered. He slipped his fingertips into her nightie. Higher. Deeper. He massaged across her belly, to her side, and back again.
He pulled back a little.
"No."
She gave him dough eyes. Almost begging for merciful release.
She clamped her hands to his broad, muscular back. Pulled him closer to her body. Her legs parted around him, and she guided them up around his waist. She dug her heels into the backs of his thighs and forced his bulging erection against her. Every glorious inch of it. It pulsed. Right against her naked belly.
Hard, thick, and slick.
"I want you," she said. Her voice was little more than a throaty squeak. She thrust her pelvis up at him. Against his swollen flesh. The heat glowed through her panties and lingered on the engorged lips inside. She moaned into his mouth. Close to breathless.
"Not yet," he said. He moved back enough to smile at her. "Soon."
He ground himself against her underwear. Up, down. From side to side.
She met his machinations with her own, chasing his hardon with her hips, as if stalking elusive prey. She bit down on her bottom lip and stifled a cry of frustration.
He chuckled, and stroked the palm of his hand up over her belly to the rise of her left breast. He fondled it. Between his fingers at first.
He squeezed it into his palm.
"Oh, God." Elizabeth lunged at his face. She kissed him and pawed at the back of his thick neck to keep him in place.
He flicked his tongue around the edges of her teeth.
"I want you." Elizabeth mumbled the words into his hot mouth. In the darkness of the room she saw just the contours of his body and the whites of his eyes. It was enough. She watched them for a reaction.
He shook his head.
Elizabeth pushed herself against him. Gyrated her hips, and sighed aloud. She rode his movements to the best of her ability. Yearning for more and more.
He pulled back, again. A whispered chuckle ebbed from his lips.
"Please." It was more than desire now. She needed him.
"Not yet." He crawled down the length of the bed, his face toward her the whole time.
She failed to make out his features, but imagined a teasing, mischievous grin plastered across his cheeks. And a wicked glint in his eyes.
She held her breath. His long, flowing hair brushed the length of her left leg. It paused at her ankle, and she exhaled. She yelped. His tongue traced the top of her foot, delved between her toes and swirled to the underside of them. He paused to suckle at one of the little digits.
Elizabeth threw back her head and gave herself to the gentle, warm, moist sensation.
He licked and caressed at each toe, sometimes taking two at a time. His breath was like steam on her skin.
