She moves but slightly with every breath. Her body falling and rising as I watch her, and I smile. How could I not? Seeing those green-and-brown eyes so large, her own smile one of mischief-laced invitation. Her arms move away from where they were folded to tuck beneath her head as she stretches completely. She has inched closer with her stretch, and speaks with her mouth just below my ear.
“Tell me a story, Love..” She whispers, the ‘L’ so articulated that her tongue flickers briefly against my neck. The touch is thrilling, and I cannot help but lift slightly against it. She giggles as though she knows what she has done; and I realize that of course she knows what she’s done…it was probably finely orchestrated in her mind before she even thought to ask for a story. As it is, her lips are still against me, parted as though to demonstrate that possibility exists, but I’ve come to know better. I can hear her tongue moving inside her mouth with slick, wet noises…but it doesn’t come near.
“A long story, or a not-so-long one?” I counter, trying to obtain another now sorely sought ‘L’ in her answer. She is not the only one who can manipulate…I watch her eyes with interest, and place a hand gently on the top of her head, trailing my thumb across the exposed skin of the part in her hair. I can feel her smile, as a broadening of the lips and as a double-burst of warm air against my skin.
“A good story…The…um..” She stumbles, smiling again as she does so and the very air tenses as she works things out in her mind. Sounding slightly apologetic, she starts again. “The length doesn’t matter.” And again, a moistened touch flashes against me. Her lips close on my neck in a quick token of a kiss. “And if it’s a good story, then I promise to repay you with a short-story.” This time it’s not just a smile but a grin.
“Okay then,” I reply, wriggling close to her and letting my hand drop from her head to drape across the dip above her waist. “Deal.”