he just wants to run his fingertip down the indentation of her spine and stop when he reaches the bow.
his mouth on her neck, the heat of his exhale, as hot as his thoughts.
his hands wrapped around the front of her, massaging her breasts and tugging on those hard nipples, as his teeth nip at her earlobes.
his exhale a growl of what is to come.
he pushes himself into her, his anticipation and excitement, evident.
his hands snaking their way along her contours and curves.
thumbs slipping under that black lace and slipping those panties off
as she wiggles playfully grinding against him.
' sweetly? or roughly?' he'll whisper in her ear, his hands fisting her hair at the nape of her neck.
' both' she moans as he tilts her head backward, to claim her lips in a kiss….
'Good answer love….'