“Kitten, have you seen my- oh, hello,” He purred as he leaned in the doorway of our shared bedroom.
“Looking for something?” I said with a teasing lilt to my voice, raising an eyebrow. He nodded and stalked closer, eyes dark. “Anything I can help with?” My voice was breathy as he crouched at the foot of our bed, clearly preparing to pounce.
“Don’t move,” he suggested, eyes on mine. “That would be ideal.” He winked at me and, before I could react, he launched himself into the air over the edge of the bed and pinned me down. “You found my Nirvana tee,” he observed once we broke apart from the heated embrace, both of us panting, both of our lips swollen.
“*You* found your Nirvana tee,” I corrected, grinning at him. “I just happen to be in it and nothing else.” I gasped when he kissed me hard and rolled me over to swat me lightly. “Ooooh Sir, what did I do to earn that?”