He arrived home late again. He noticed that she had set a special meal and had planned an evening.
In the bedroom he notices that his bedside light has been left on, but she appears to be asleep.
He goes to the bathroom to get ready for bed. Drying himself off after his shower he enter the bedroom and gently drops into bed.
Lying with his back propped up by his pillows; he reaches to turn off the light, when he feels her hand on his chest.
Looking down he sees her white hand resting between his nipples. At the end of each finger is a lovely tapered nail that had been freshly lacquered with red polish. Nails that are bright, shiny and wet looking. Nails that are just long enough to be sexy.
One of her fingers trails down his chest, circling his nipples, raising them to points and then moving slowly to his navel. At his navel she gently presses her nail into the dimple and swirls it around. His breath catches at the feeling.
His manhood stirs and begins to thicken. Red always excites him. Long nails always excite him. The two together drive him toward the edge.
She moves her hand back up his chest. Flattening it so he can see the red tips as they play over him. He watches her hand as she makes it into a claw and gently rakes it across his nipples and down his chest, making him hiss at the sensations that rocket through him. She drags her nails down his chest and onto his stomach and stops short of his groin.