It's such a delicate touch; the digit slowly rubs over my bottom lip, taking away just a little amount of lipstick, feeling the softness of the lips he has kissed many, many times.

The warmth of his lap spreads against the muscles of my thighs. He moves, imperceptibly hauled by the increasing desire my lips are causing, and I can feel it.

My lips disclose slightly. The tip of my tongue tastes his skin through that little gap, causing a deep shiver all through his body and mine. My fingers close around the fabric of his shirt, while he gently lets his thumb between my greedy lips.

He moans.

I close my eyes, sucking his finger, letting it roam over my tongue. Time has stopped around us. Space has disappeared. There is only him, sitting in his old armchair with me over his lap, avidly sucking on his thumb.

He groans.

I open my dark eyes, shiny with eros. His dark ones are the mirror of mine, connecting us to a deeper level. He feels what I feel. I sense his arousal and shiver at it. My heart beats loudly in my chest, following his heart's rhythm.

Nothing exists, only us.

Only him.

And his thumb.