She did it again and I loved it just because she does it so well. She slipped into my subconscious and tiptoed into my dreams. She's got her back to the doorway because she's looking out the window, there's one hell of a snowstorm and she can't quite pull herself away from watching the divinity that is nature.
She's in a simple black satin robe and nothing more. Outdide the snow swirls, dancing to the whim of the wind's will, and I know she's probably thinking a million things that I have never even considered. I can appreciate the beauty of nature but as I enter the room the only beauty I can seem to focus on is hers.
Walking up behind her I brush my fingertips in an upward motion starting at the base of her neck, moving her hair away so that I can blow my breath across her naked skin. Moving closer I kiss the space that my breath just touched and let my tongue sweep slow circles against her warm flesh. She moans and I can feel myself getting wet for her, I love to know that I'm turning her on. I tug her hair gently before letting it rest swept to one side on her left shoulder.
I let my hands rest on her hips for a brief moment on her hips before moving across the expanse of black silk to undo the knotted tie that holds the robe closed. I hesitate for a moment and she moves my hand to undo the robe herself. My lips curve into a smile against her neck because she caught the Less-than -a- second of hesitation.
"Don't be hesitant with it."
That's all she says, but my body responds as if every syllable was a physical caress.
I know it's not the words so much as the expectation behind them. She speaks because she knows I'll listen, and I listen because I want so badly to meet those expectations.
My hands trail over her abdomen slowly as I continue to lick, bite, nibble, and kiss her neck. I can feel the slight tremor in her belly as her breathing quickens and again my body responds as if she touched me.
Turning her on is pushing me toward the edge. My hands sweep in a gentle upward motion passing her ribcage and resting under her breasts. I cup them for a moment letting my thumbs stroke her nipples, then I'm tugging them.
I know she wants more than foreplay and gentle caresses and I want to give her more. I give her neck one last bite and let my hands make one more pass over her smooth skin, and then I step back. For a moment I forget myself and I want to pull her so that she's forced to turn around and face me, I even go so far as to grab her by the arm but she stops me with a question.
"Who runs things?"
She doesn't raise her voice and she doesn't need to, I drop my hand but fail to answer. Now she does turn to face me hands on her hips,
"I said who runs things?"