I'm cruel, I know, with these teasers. But what fun would it be if I did it all in one shot? It takes just as much energy to hit the "next" button as it does to scroll down. :P
Her arms snaked up to pull his face to hers. His large warm hands held her to him, one sliding down to her ass. She kissed him, her lips were soft and sweet against his. He couldn't get enough of her. She began unbuttoning his shirt, but he stopped her, gently.
"Wait." His lips told her neck.
"I've waited for five years." She said it so softly, he wasn't sure if he heard it, or if he just wanted to. He pulled back the tiniest bit to look at her and smile. His collar was unbuttoned, and she wanted him. Her want was a powerful, tangible thing that gripped her and turned her into temperatures and textures instead of a Detective or a Cop or a Person. Her small elegant fingers were poised to undress him.
"I've waited too long for this to be hard and fast." His cheek brushed the silkiness of her hair.
She finished unbuttoning his shirt, and she smiled when his large hands moved up to unbutton hers. His shirt hung on him -- no, that's not right. It draped. It draped just right. She could see his toned stomach and chest, but the collar and sleeves gave hints of his thick arms and the seams ran along his shoulders. If she could have seen him from behind, she would have admired that view just as much, (and since I'm writing this and I can see him from behind, I'll tell you just what she was missing), the fabric draped in along his spine, stretching across his broad shoulders. His sleeves were rolled to the elbows, and his pants weren't just any dress pants. The man had taste, and with taste comes a pair of properly tailored pants. There's an excellent reason women go for a sharply dressed man.
By contrast, she was small and soft. Her shirt was fitted so that it hugged her narrow waist. Her breasts were perfectly round and soft, and as he unbuttoned her, he revealed the lace of her bra and cleavage.
"You've been hiding this." He mumbled.
"My breasts?"
"I had some idea, but you cover up way too much."
"I'll work on that."
"No." He pushed her shirt over her shoulders, satisfied with the soft sound it made as it hit the floor. He cupped her breasts in his large warm hands. Though petite, she had the shoulders to carry larger breasts without appearing disproportionate. He appreciated this even more, in his current position. Her nipples hardened against his palms, and his fingers found them quickly. She bit her lip, and he ran his thumb along her mouth, feeling the softness of her lips. He kissed her again, pulling her lip lightly with his teeth. He undid her bra, and felt her small hands slide from his chest to belt, making him shiver.
He pushed her gently back and slipped her bra off as well, his hand caressed one breast, then he lifted her easily, feeling her breasts against his chest. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, and her mouth touched his neck, sending a spark through him.
"I want you." She whispered.
He carried her toward the bedroom.
Mikey likey? Please R&R.