I moved to free the shirt from his body, and he wiggled his arms to get out of it, like he couldn’t shed his s
econd skin quickly enough. My eyes roamed every exposed inch of his bare chest and arms. My want for him grew as my gaze lingered on his defined abs and the muscles in his shoulders.
“See something you like?” he mimicked his words from the first night we’d met.
I laughed. “Definitely, and it’s not the floor this time.”
I reached for the back of his neck and pulled him down on top of me. Our mouths opened and closed, our tongues dancing with one another.
“This dress—I need it off. Now.”
“So bossy.”
“So don’t care. Stand up.”
He pushed away from me once more and stood beside the bed. His hand reached for mine, and he pulled me to my feet and spun me around, my back facing him. He moved my hair to the side before kissing my neck. With each tormenting pull of the zipper, he kissed my back until his lips reached right above my ass. With full clarity, I knew what I had just done to him. The zipper going no further, he reached for my shoulders once more before turning me back around to face him. The material easily fell off my body without any effort, and I stepped out of it, my breasts uncovered.
“No bra, Elizabeth? You don’t wear a bra to work?” His voice took on a timbre that I could only interpret as desire.
“The dress has one built in, so no.” I stood there, feeling completely exposed, in nothing but a black lacy thong.
Daniel lowered his mouth to my left breast before taking it in. His tongue licked around my nipple as he bit at it lightly with his teeth. My fingers tangled in his dark hair as I tossed my head back and sucked in quick breaths. He moved to my right one and nibbled at it first before squeezing and licking it while my thighs quivered with desire.
Feeling underdressed and bare, I reached for the belt on his pants and undid it before threading the button through the hole and lowering the zipper. His suit pants dropped, and he stepped out of them, our clothes a pool of fabric on my floor. My eyes landed squarely on the package in his boxer briefs, the bulge begging to be unleashed.
Daniel expertly moved our bodies back onto the bed, each of our most private parts covered by thin cloth. When his nearly naked body touched mine, I almost screamed out with pleasure. His skin on my skin sent feelings racing through me that I could only describe as primal lust. The feeling of him pressed against me was overwhelming, and I wanted more.
“Your skin is so soft,” he breathed into my ear. “Wait right here. I’ll be right back.”
He hopped off the bed before I could protest, and he returned carrying one of the roses he must have grabbed from the kitchen. I smiled at the view of my naked man holding nothing but a single rose.
“See something you like?” he asked with a wink.
“Ugh, you and that line,” I answered, rolling my eyes.
He lowered his body next to mine and kissed my stomach before replacing his soft lips with the velvet feel of rose petals. Daniel moved the rose down to the tops of my toes before forcing it to travel up the length of my leg in painfully slow motion. My eyes closed at the sheer eroticism of it all.
Who knew rose petals felt this way on your naked skin?
I moaned out loud, and Daniel’s lips kissed my thigh as goosebumps appeared across my skin..
“I just wanted to take my time here. I hope you don’t mind.” He laughed. “Not that you have any say in the matter.”
My breath hitched, and I was unable to respond, unsure of what I would say anyway. Reaching for his head, I weaved my fingers in his dark hair and massaged the top of his head as he continued to sweetly torment me with the rose and his mouth.
The petals reached my stomach, and I sucked in a quick breath as he swirled it around my belly button in a gentle movement. His lips followed the rose, kissing each place the rose petals touched, until I could no longer differentiate between the softness of his mouth and the softness of the petals. With my eyes closed, I was in my own blissful world.
Daniel pulled the rose away, and I opened my eyes in time to see him pluck the petals from the perfect flower.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going to kiss you where each petal lands.”
I watched as he dropped a fistful of white petals down the length of my naked body. Rose petals rained across parts of my body that had never touched a rose before. My breathing became shallow, so none of the petals would fall from where they’d landed, as my anticipation continued to build.
Daniel’s head started at my neck where two petals had settled. He gently brushed them aside and licked where they’d once lain. I fought back the urge to arch my back and grab him.
Daniel said, “Don’t make the petals fall, Elizabeth, or I’ll have to start all over.”