He steps into the room, allowing the door to close behind him as he looks across the room directly into her eyes. She could feel his want for her from there, and her body tingled with excitement and anticipation.
He stepped towards her, slowly sliding his jacket off, dropping it in a heap on the floor, the rain seeming to spring off it from the drizzle outside. She could hear him growl to her in his low baritone as he came ever closer, asking if she'd been a good girl.
He leaned into her as she sat on the bed, his whispers in her ear giving her goosebumps, the feel of his slightly stubbly face barely touching her
cheek making the hair on the back of her neck stand upright in pleasure.
Her heart beating so loud, surely he could hear it. Understand what she wanted from him from her breath as it accelerated as he touched her. His hands almost loving.
With one swift movement he threw her back on the bed, tearing her shirt open and away from her body; the passion he felt for her unable to be contained any longer. Her back arching toward him aching to feel him against her skin.
She gasped in surprise as he slid his cool fingers behind the button on her pants, lifting and pulling her closer to the edge of the bed; her body aching to pull away from his cool hands while they were close to such a sensitive area, and yet the feeling was slightly pleasing too.
She reached down to wrap a hand around his strong wrist as he undid her slowly, making every moment feel like an eternity. As she felt her pants loosen, knowing all the things that could happen next and aching to know what he would choose she shuddered in suspense. Hoping for more, aching more more than a simple touch, dreaming for something more complex.
He took her wrist off his by hers, bringing it to his lips. Kissing her softly, almost delicately. Taking a little nibble with his teeth; the quick pain bringing her mind back to reality, not allowing her to lose herself in the pleasure of the moment.
He slowly kissed down her arm, leading it, extending it to get his lips on every inch as he reached down, using his other hand to grip the inside of her thigh through her jeans on the opposite end of the spectrum from his other hand and lips on her arm.
She moaned, begged, pleaded for more. She felt him smirk as continued to kiss and nibble at her arm.
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