The Life of Lisa
“And what exactly are you implying by that?” he replied, one corner of his mouth lifting into a knowing half-smile.
“Well, my dear,” she began, shifting her left leg forward to intertwine between his under the duvet. She could feel him on her thigh, and it sent thrills of excitement up her spine. “What I am implying is that we start the day off as slow as possible, and I mean sloooooooooow.”
Her leg leisurely stroked up and down against his to emphasize that she did not intend to rush anything. His eyes, set beneath intensely thick, dark eyebrows, glinted with excitement.
God, those eyes! Where do they make them like that? she thought to herself, trying to maintain her coolness. She could feel herself falling for him, even though she knew that was absurd.
His arm slid over her chest and around her bare back, returning her to the present moment. He drew her closer in towards him, straightening up his legs but keeping hers entwined so that they lay face to face, body against body, and skin against skin. Their chests, stomachs, and thighs pressed together, her milky white skin in fantastic contrast to his dark tan, and his chest hair tickling her chest delightfully. Tingles of pleasure shot down her spine, and elsewhere.
“Well, my darling,” he said in his gentle morning voice. “I do not intend to rush on anything today, and most certainly not on you. Lie back, and enjoy.”