I was stretched out on the bed, my underwear barely hanging on as he crawled toward me with that wicked smile, I opened my arms to him, pulling him into a slow, teasing kiss, our bodies pressing together, the bed groaning under the delicious weight of our need.
I lay sprawled across the bed, my underwear the only thing covering me, my fingers running lazily over my own skin, teasing myself as he watched, I loved the way hiseyes darkened, the way his breathing changed, and when I finally beckoned him with a slow curl of my finger, he came willingly into my trap.
