A soft, gentle laugh escaped from her throat at his words. She looked up at him from beneath her eyelashes and a mischievous smile played about her lips as she spoke.
"Perhaps actions might speak louder than words, Harry."
"Yes, I think you might be right," he whispered softly as he trailed the fingertips of his left hand up her right arm, leaving her with goose bumps.
He took great pleasure in watching her as he moved the collar of her shirt to one side and traced his index finger lightly across the sensitive skin of her neck and along her collar bone. His eyes never left hers as his finger followed the open line of her shirt towards her cleavage; she chewed her bottom lip and tried to remember to breathe as he flicked open the first button of her shirt and brushed his cold fingers against the warm swell of her breasts.
He continued to open her shirt with agonisingly slow precision, teasing them both as his fingers skimmed her flesh softly. Her breath caught in her throat as he freed the last button from its hole and his hands pushed the soft cotton garment apart before coming to rest on her waist. He inched his way up her smooth torso before covering her ample breasts with his questing hands. Ruth groaned and moved her head back to rest against the door as his hands wreaked havoc on her senses. Taking the opportunity to taste her skin, he moved forward and began to place open mouthed kisses and soft licks down her neck.
"Harry..." her breathless moan of his name faltered as he found a particularly sensitive spot and laved his tongue over it repeatedly. "Oh...we should...upstairs..."
He nodded his consent against her skin, his mouth never breaking contact with the delicate, creamy flesh. His eyes opened and briefly glanced sideways past her shoulder and towards the stairs, before twisting them both and walking his legs between hers as he directed her backwards towards them. As they stumbled, his mouth moved to engage hers in a kiss which tangled their tongues as they teased each other, probing gently and then pulling a way a little.
She felt the back of her calf press against the edge of the first carpeted step, and lifted her foot to cautiously yet hurriedly mount it. His hands stroked over the skin of her back underneath her open blouse and, as she raised herself, his mouth left hers and began paying attention once more to the juncture of her jaw and neck, down towards her collar bone, pushing the fine cotton further down her arm. She shrugged as he did so, and his hands moved to her shoulders, gently smoothing down her arms and aiding her attempt to remove the garment. At the same time, he too stepped up, his legs either side of hers on the narrow ledge so that they were pressed together and his mouth found hers again. Another step, another mind blowing kiss. It wasn't until the third step, when Harry came to finally tug the blouse from where he had now managed to get it at the base of her wrists, that they both realised it wasn't going to come off. Hands stuck firmly inside the inside out shirt, which wound behind her back, Ruth giggled profusely at the look on Harry's face as he broke the kiss.
"Buttons!" she exclaimed.
"I was right," he whispered very quietly into her ear, almost purring against her skin, "chaos does follow you."
"Maybe," she murmured playfully as she shrugged her shirt back on quickly and opened the cuffs before letting it fall back off her shoulders and on to the floor "or maybe it's just the affect you have on me Harry."
Before he could respond, she reached up and grasped his tie feeling the cool smooth silk between her fingers as she used it to pull him towards her slowly.
"Follow me."
Not about to argue Harry, obligingly followed her as she walked up the remainder of the stairs and into her bedroom.
She pulled him into the middle of the room with her, stopping by the foot of the bed. Swallowing hard, he reeled at the thought that he was finally here in her bedroom, while she used his tie once more to her advantage and pulled him in for a heated kiss.
His soft full lips moved against hers skilfully, his tongue ran over her bottom lip lightly, teasing her own out to meet his. Her hands busied themselves with removing his tie which was quickly followed by his jacket which landed on the floor in a heap, and Harry's feet tugged at his shoes as he kicked them off.
His fingers wound themselves into her hair as he kissed her with a renewed hunger, eager to explore her warm, delicate mouth. He felt her fingertips brush against his chest lightly as she fumbled with the buttons of his shirt and smiled into the kiss as she tugged the shirt from his waistband before running her hands up his broad chest and finally pushing it off of him completely.
Eager to feel her skin against his, Harry lowered his hands until he reached the lace of her bra, his fingers groping for the fastener at the back. Unable to find what he was looking for, he tore his mouth from hers and peered over her shoulder to try and see what he was doing.
"Ruth, give me a clue..."
She tried not to laugh as she realised that the bra she was wearing was a front fastening one; biting her lip to stop the giggles she could feel bubbling up inside her, she reached around for his hands and guided them to the right place.
She gasped as they brushed the soft flesh of her cleavage and noticed with a small smile that his fingers seemed to tremble a little as he tried to work the clasp and finally freed it. As he did so, she caught his hands in hers and brought them to her lips, kissing each one in turn as she held his eyes. He blinked slowly and let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. Smiling, he turned his wrist so that he held hers instead of the other way around and placed her arms around his neck as he picked her up and carried her towards the bed, littered with cushions.
As he dipped her back, she released her arms long enough to shrug out of the delicate lace of her bra, and heard his sharp intake of breath at the sight she made. The pinky-orange light of the sunset which crept into the room amongst the long shadows, cast a surreal glow across her almost translucent skin, the shadows defining every contour of her body; the swell of her breasts and the curve of her waist; the small dip of her collar bone and the contours of her hips at the line of her skirt.
Sitting up a little, she reached for the buckle of his belt and he stood up from the edge of the bed to let her free him from it. Kissing across his stomach as her fingers worked to release the belt and then his fly, she then let her hands snake around the waistband, raking her nails over his firm, rounded bottom as she pushed both trousers and boxers down at once, squeezing it again as she moved her hand back up once he'd kicked both off.
She pushed backwards, settling herself on the mattress and his hands came to rest on her waist as he lingered over her.
more soon, possibly after my (Em) exams! Thanks for reading xx
