"What are you going to do t…" she said, cutting herself off with a catch in her throat. She delivered the line perfectly. He smirked and raised an eyebrow. There was a clear implication which hung in the air. To me, she had meant to add. With me could have also worked in certain respects. But she had chosen wisely, since with me could also have another interpretation—and any other interpretation would not have been appropriate today. For me, of course, had the exact opposite connotation and they both knew that she would be better off saving that phrase for some other occasion.

But to get back to her question… His pulse quickened at the possibilities.

Then, with the hair along the left side of her head having already been arranged perfectly, he collected the hair that fell upon her right shoulder and held its length horizontally between two hands. He draped the bundle against her reddened lips. With eyes impossibly wide, she dutifully opened her mouth so he could place the strands lightly between her teeth. The tips curled from the opposite side of her mouth. With a twinkle in his eye mirroring hers, and which was barely masked by his gruff demeanour, he lifted an index finger to his lips.

"Shushhh…" he whispered, barely audible.

But she heard.

"You'll know soon enough."

Jess held the fingers of his right hand in a posture reminiscent of claws and ran his fingernails along her skin, from the swell of flesh that began at her armpit to the underside of her breast and then towards the peak. He thought then, wished perhaps, that, in light of this activity, he'd had some other livelihood which would've roughened up his hands. He thought the game would have been better served if he'd possessed the calloused fingers of a man who worked in the trades, not the soft fingertips of a writer. But at the quickening tempo of her breath, he decided his fingers must be good enough.

Jess arranged his body so that he was kneeling closer alongside her and holding his torso over hers. He leaned forward until he had taken the underside of her breast between his lips. With a mouth that nipped roughly at her, he trailed his kisses to her nipple. Once there, the pinches of his lips became more continuous and unbroken and wetter as his mouth closed around her wholly and he brought his tongue and teeth into play. She shuddered favourably then and, to be perfectly honest, he wasn't sure if that had been part of her game or not.

As he kneeled alongside her and leaned above her, he had only one free hand, and this he used to grip the side of her waist. He knew she liked to be held in place, manipulated this way, especially during this game. He lifted her body towards his mouth as his kisses migrated along her ribcage, then her stomach, to momentarily settle just to the inside of her hipbone.

Fiery thoughts assailed him. Thoughts of silkiness, softness, wetness… Thoughts of moans and gyrations. Pressing his forehead against her hip, Jess moaned himself. She gasped. And he hadn't even done anything yet.

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