The look on her face is priceless. Apparently she’s not the only one with a few tricks up her sleeve. That is of course if I was wearing any sleeves. The surprised look lasts only a few seconds before it’s replaced with what I can only describe as unbridled lust. That’s the look I have been longing for; that same look that has caused so many memorable night in our past. The way she looked when we locked eyes that first night over seven years ago.

“Time for round two” she whispers and moves toward me preparing for a kiss. I lift my head denying her contact, but remain close enough so that she can feel my breath wash over her face. I quickly grab her hands and raise them above her head stretching her out below me. I can do anything to her right now, absolutely anything. She hasn’t said a word, instead locks my gaze and silently challenges me. Without words she’s asking me, begging me to bring her the sweetest pleasure she knows only I can provide. And boy do I love a challenge.

I kiss her hard and fast, pushing her head into the pillow and my tongue into her mouth. I punctuate that with one hard grind with my hips. She takes a moment to recover from my assault, but quickly starts to kiss me back. I can feel the tendons in her wrists flexing as she balls her hands into fists. She wants to touch me I know, but I’m not quite done with her yet. With as gasp, I release her mouth and waste no time making my way down her neck. I can feel her heart beat fluttering under my lips. I lick her collarbone briefly savouring the taste of her salty, sweet skin. By the time the tip of my nose is running lightly between her *****, she’s panting heavily. I nuzzle the soft underside of her breast eliciting a moan.

“Tina…please…”

I’m tempted to tease her and make her tell me what she’s pleading for, but it has been far too long since I’ve had her nipple in my mouth and I don’t think I can wait any longer.

My open mouth envelopes her breast taking in as much as I can. Needing to touch her body I release her hands from my grip. They instantly tangle into my hair urging me on. I cup her other breast, feeling its weight, palming the nipple. It feels perfect, like it was created for my hand. My every little movement is making her writhe beneath me. My other hand grips her thigh and wraps her leg around my waist. The foot sliding up my calf sends goose bumps over my flesh.