Sitting together on the bed, the soft hum of the tv as a movie plays in the background. Neither of them paying much attention to the show anymore. Not since he pulled her close and she cuddled in, resting her head against his chest. Each lost in the moment as they stare into the others eyes.
The flirting between them only seemed to be building to this moment. His hand slowly tracing shapes on her shoulder while she looks up at him from where she is lying down
She smiles. “What would you do first?”she asks. “Go straight to the rough biting and pulling or would you like to slowly run your fingers along my breasts, drawing patterns along my nipples?. Or just touching them in passing, as they are aching to be played with?”
He inhales, listening to her every word with intrigue. He has to restrain himself. Not yet. She continues.
“Or are you going to keep playing with my collarbone? Tracing shapes and brushing my neck.” She shivers at the slight warmth of his touch as his hand runs along the front of her neck.