She gave him a smile that he might have called coy if he thought her capable of being coy. "What are you--"
Her fingers over his lips quieted him.
If that's what she wanted, he could play that game. He gave her a questioning look, and received a silent laugh in response.
Her hand gripped his tighter than before, and pulled him down the hallway.
This was different, her leading him to the bedroom, but he knew it wouldn't be as simple as that. This was something quite different, and he was rather anxious to see what was waiting for him.
She pushed the door open, still wearing that smile, and led him inside.
The room was "decorated" with a dizzying array of candles, filling the air with a heady, fruity aroma. He felt light-headed for a moment, but also definitely excited, especially when she pulled him to the center of the room, and tried to wrap her entire body around his.
She didn't initiate a kiss though, which was a bit strange for her. Instead, she ran her hands all up and down his back, then his chest.
He tried to caress her shoulder, but she pushed his hand away and shook her finger slowly at him. So she wanted to tease... He could manage that. For a little while.
She began to undo the buttons of his shirt, not quickly, but not slowly either. She was doing it in a rather leisurely manner, and by the smile on her face, enjoying it immensely.
"You're such a god damned tease," he whispered as his shirt came undone.
She grinned at him as her hands worked at his belt buckle. "How dare you talk to your wife like that." Then at the button, and next, the zipper.
"My wife," he replied quietly, one corner of his mouth turned up slightly, "likes to torture her husband."
She stood straight, her nose less than an inch from his. "My husband..." Her hand reached into his pants and forced them to fall while cupping his burgeoning erection. "I've discovered he likes to be tortured by his wife. Strange, isn't it?"
Her voice was mocking him, but there was no mistaking the way her breast swelled as she breathed or the hungering look in her eyes.
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"Not at all." His eyes widened as her hand came up and shoved him with surprising strength, drawing a gasp of surprise when he fell back upon their futon.
Instead of following him, she took a step back. With her hands starting on the sides of her thighs, she ran them up slowly, over her hips, across her ribs, and up to her breasts. She cupped them momentarily, before releasing them and running her hands down to her stomach.
The blouse pulled loose from her skirt easily, and the silver caps of each snap shone with a hypnotic glow amidst the dancing candle light. They pulled apart easily enough, revealing her smooth, flat stomach at first, then seductive glimpses of the bra she was wearing.
Eyes glued firmly to the vision before him, he kicked off his pants the rest of the way, and pulled off his shirt. This was a very welcomed surprise, and one he would have never imagined from her. She was so very shy sometimes...
With her shirt undone all the way, she changed targets. Moving gently, swaying her lithe body to some unheard song, her fingers plucked at the zipper of her skirt. With care that excited him to new heights, she lowered it, and allowed the skirt to cascade down her legs.
It pooled around her feet, where she lifted it delicately with one toe, and flung it at him. Leaning back on his elbows, he was unable to catch it before it hit him square in the face. When he finally managed to pull it away, she had her back turned to him with her hips swaying gently.
The shirt covered the white satin panties he knew she was wearing, and made her appear relatively shapeless. That disappointment was quickly banished when the shirt was lowered from her shoulders and allowed to droop part-way down her back.
He watched her push her left bra strap down, her head turned to watch it, then the other, all the while watching him out of the very corner of her eye. "See anything you like?"
"Not yet."
The shirt slipped from her arms and fluttered to the floor.
"Better."
"You're a greedy man."
"If you knew my wife the way I do..."
She turned, arms hugging herself, looking so utterly vulnerable, and asked, "Intimately?" Her eyes were half-lidded, gazing at him with smoldering intensity.
"Completely." He wanted to stand and take her in his arms, but he couldn't bring himself to ruin the display she was putting on for him, with her body still swaying slowly. Besides, she couldn't go on forever; she'd have to take those clothes off eventually.
"You're also a bad man. I bet you'd just love it if I..." Instead of speaking of it, she turned so her back was to him once again, and pushed down the straps of her bra until she could maneuver her arms out of them.
Like a snake sliding out of its skin, she pulled the bra up over her breasts, then completely off, slowly rotating back around while tantalizing him with measured gyrations of her hips.
"Be a dear and hand me that bottle on the table," she said and paused in her turn, denying him the view.
Frantically, he looked for the bottle she was speaking of. Finding it, he grabbed it and started to rise to hand it to her. A gentle shake of her head stopped him though.
She gestured with her fingertips, her back still to him, her hair mostly hiding her face. Her body was still moving to whatever music she was listening to in her head.
Hands almost shaking, he softly tossed the bottle in her direction, aiming for over her shoulder. He hadn't even noticed what it looked like or what was in it.
She managed to catch it, barely changing the position of her body, and never stopping her mesmerizing seduction. She lifted it into the air, tilted her back, then turned the bottle over.
Only then did he notice that it was clear, and the liquid that dribbled out was clear as well, though it filled the air with the scent of flowers, managing to overpower the candles.
Her body held like that for a moment, the liquid continuing to pour out over her skin, then she dropped the bottle to the floor. Her arms moved and her hands slid through the oil running down her chest. She had managed to seduce herself with her rhythmic movements and subtle touch, the candles lending an almost unreal feeling to it all.
Her skin felt extra hot as she smeared the cool liquid up and over her breasts, up her neck, and down her stomach. In something near a trance, she opened her eyes and gazed at a flickering candle in front of her. With one hand still caressing her own body, she reached out with oily fingers and pinched the flame out.
He watched, rapt with attention, as she moved fluidly to each candle and extinguished it, keeping her back to him at all times. he could see her sides glisten in the dimming light where she had spread that slippery liquid.
With only one candle remaining, she finally turned and presented herself to him. Her entire body shone, and the fact that she still had on her panties made it that much more fascinating to him. It was like a gift, a new toy, all for him.
"Intimately?" she whispered, her hands sliding up her stomach and over her breasts.
"Intimately," he answered, and reached to rub his hand up her side, approaching the swell of her bosom.
She lowered herself to the futon, kneeling over him, then bent down to kiss him, allowing her tongue to teasingly brush against his. Reaching over, looking out of the corner of her eye, she put out the last candle, then submitted to her passions...
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