The film was one of your favourites, but you just. Could. Not. Concentrate.
Not with his arm wrapped around you, tracing patterns on your shoulder.
You glance over at him. His gaze fixed on the television screen. He didn't appear to know what effect he was having on you.
He sensed your stare and leans into you, kissing you lightly.
"You know, this is a curl-up-on-the-sofa film. You can if you'd like."
His hand moves under your knees, pulling your legs up over his before you stop him.
"My shoes!" you breath, not wanting to ruin his couch.
He slides his hands down your legs, scattering goosebumps across your skin. Slowly, he unfastens one buckle, then the other and drops the heels to the floor. He settles your legs down, over his lap and continues his soft caresses there. He turns to you, slipping his hand up to cradle your jaw and kisses you, so softly, once.
"I am having to work extremely hard to stop myself thinking bad thoughts about you madam." he whispers against your lips, "Be thankful you wore tights, who knows what I would have done if I had the temptation of your bare skin under my hands."
Steeling yourself, you reach down and gently place your hand over his, resting on your shin. Slowly, so slowly, you guide his hand up, under your skirt and up your thigh. The hitch in his breath makes you jump internally.
His blue eyes dilate to black as his fingertips hit the clip of your suspender belt, the top of your stocking, the slight hint of naked thigh and you purr;
"I didn't wear tights."
His body reacts, completely independent of his mind.
He kisses her, hard, hungrily, making her fall back onto the sofa. He rests on top of her, one forearm propping himself up by their heads, the other roaming her body.
The moment his fingers brushed the suggestive underwear, his cock had stiffened and the primal animal that lived inside him had roared to the forefront of his being. His senses are on fire, trying desperately to take every second in.
She arches her body up against his hand, moaning sinfully into his kiss, making him harder. He rests between her legs and unconsciously presses his need into her centre, making her head tilt back. She bites her lip, from sheer lust rather than embarrassment this time, and he feels the animal pounce in him again.
He leans to kiss her neck, up her jawline. To elicit the most gorgeous, little gasps of pleasure from her lips.
His hand has run down her thigh to cup her pert behind. She yelps slightly as he squeezes the pale flesh there and lets a growl rumble into her neck. It makes her giggle and he opens his eyes to look down on her.
She is a daydream.
She lies under him, flushed and breathing heavily. Eyes fluttered closed and a smile playing about her mouth. He hasn't noticed till now, but her hands had gripped the collar of his jumper and had stayed there, balled into tiny fists, steadying herself against their passion.
Slow down, Tom, you don't want to scare her...
Her eyes flicker open to meet his and she blushes slightly before nuzzling the tip of her nose against his.
He smiles and kisses her again, slower this time, but just as deeply. He brings a strong arm about her waist and heaves himself into a sitting position, taking her with him to straddle him.
Red chiffon pools in his lap.
She takes her lead from the hands that run up and down her back, pressing her into his chest, keeping her in his kiss.
Her hands cup his strong jawline, gently. He backs off to let her kiss him her own way.
She's so delicate...
Her lips are butterflies against his. Her tongue, teasing his own, makes him delirious.
Making him jolt, she lets herself graze her teeth softly along his bottom lip and rolls her hips along his hardness. His hands drop to her hips and he pushes her down further, hitting the bundle of nerves at her centre.
She gasps into his mouth and stiffens.
"Oh God, Tom..."
Her whisper drips with aching need.
He brings a hand to the zip at the back of her dress. Checking her face to see if he is OK to continue, he pulls her in for another kiss and slowly drags the fastener down. Her back is open to him now and he runs flat palms over the expanse of fair skin, feeling goosebumps rise under his touch.
He could stay like this all night but, she is apparently impatient. He smirks as she grasps the dress, pulling it over her head.
And then his smirk falls away as she lets the material drop to the floor. The sight before him stopping his breath where it sits.