She noticed the warmth of the room as he kissed her bare shoulder. The goose flesh that appeared on her naked skin was not due to coldness. The bumps were the result of her want, desire, and lust that attempted to escape its epidural confines.
“He has done everything for my comfort,” she thinks as she presses her hand to the side of his face.
She wanted more kisses.
She wanted more teasing bites.
She wanted his lips sucking and pulling at her flesh.
She wanted him.
The room was quiet. No sounds other than his deep and steady breathing, her shallow gasps, the small “pop” sound his lips made as he pulled away from her skin, and the guttural moans of satisfaction they made as they became lost in pleasure.
Her breathing accelerated slightly as he led her to the bed.
She wanted him.
She needed him
The wetness she felt trail down her inner thigh was proof that she was ready for him to take whatever he wanted from her. She felt a slight adrenaline surge when she realized she was willing to give him more of herself than he would even ask. Once her head rested on the bed, he reached up and gently touched her eyelids. She obediently closed them as a new wave of bumps surfed across her skin.
They had played with blindfolds, ropes, clamps, and toys before tonight. A little kink was always fun. A little bondage, a few spankings, or keeping the orgasm out of reach for a little bit longer were enjoyable games they played.
But, this was new. This was trust, total trust.
He was trusting her to keep her eyes closed.
He was trusting her to accept his admiration.
He was trusting her to feel his desire for her.
She laid on the bed, naked, excited, wet, wanting, needing, desiring, and trusting.
The touch began on the side of her face.
A gentle stroke down her jawline.
Was he using his finger?
A feather?
His breath?
She could not determine the sensation, other than it was a light caress that felt like a suffocating weight of desire on her soul. She trembled as her body reacted. Her sex was wet and flowing. She knew it excited him when she became this wet. She knew his animalistic desire could erupt at any time then he would take her.
She waited.
She eagerly waited for that animal. Yet, it remained caged.
He was in total control, she was blissfully the prey, teasingly walking back and forth in front of his confines.
His touch remained gentle and slow. It was as if he tasted her flesh through his finger. Savoring each stroke as it glanced over her lips, down her nose, tracing her ear, and across her neck.
Her back involuntarily arched as he traced the outside of each breast. She wanted to feel the firm grip of his strong hands cupping her exposed mounds. She wanted to feel the pinch and pull as each nipple was compressed and stretched between his finger and thumb.