Her fingers traced lazy circles along the nape of my neck. I pulled back just enough to look at her, her eyes sparkling with that familiar mischief, her cheeks was flushed
"Then show me," she whispered, her voice a tender invitation, as she slid them to rest against my chest, feeling the steady beat of my heart.
I nodded, my own desire to cherish her overwhelming any other thought. With careful hands, I eased her back against the pillows, my lips brushing her forehead. She sighed contentedly, her body relaxing under my touch as I trailed kisses down her neck, savoring the soft scent of her skin.
My fingers worked gently at the ties of her blouse, parting the fabric to reveal the smooth expanse of her shoulders and the gentle rise of her breasts. I kissed there too, reverently, my mouth warm against her as she arched slightly, a quiet murmur escaping her lips. Her hands found my hair, threading through it with affectionate pulls, encouraging me lower.
