“Into the wolf’s lair,” she murmurs, her footsteps quiet on the carpet.
“More like a pussycat,” I scoff. The master bedroom is actually at the end of the hallway, but it was my parents, and I’ve never felt comfortable there, so I’ve repainted the dark-green color my mother loved so much with cream, kept the bedding a neutral peach, and left it decorated for guests.
Instead, I turn left into the bedroom I’ve made my own. Unlike the master bedroom, it doesn’t nestle in the corner of the house, but it still overlooks the view of Sunrise Bay and the Pacific beyond, and it receives the sun all day, so it’s warm now, as I haven’t yet put the AC on. I leave it off. I want us hot and sweaty and sticking together.
It’s still a large room, decorated in a very pale yellow, and the white duvet has small daisies around the edge. There isn’t much furniture—a table beneath the window with the box containing my watches, cufflinks, and tiepins for when I need to wear a suit, a double set of fitted wardrobes, and a single picture on the wall which is a photo of Hamlet, my old chocolate Labrador who passed away a few years ago now.
The room’s neat and tidy, the curtains open, and I leave them that way so we can see the stars. There’s enough light from the moon so I don’t need to turn on the lamp.
I close the door behind us, then lead her over to the bed. She stands before me, naked to the waist, and brings her arms up to cover her breasts, giving me a hesitant smile.
I slide my arms around her and kiss her forehead. “Are you sure about this?” I want to check one last time.
She nods, but she trembles.
“Are you cold?”
She shakes her head.
I study her face. “Nervous?”
Another shake.
“Excited,” she whispers. “So excited I can barely contain myself.” She rests her hands on my chest, watching her fingers as she brushesthem through my curly chest hair, then looks up at me. “I want you so badly, it’s making me ache.”
My heart bangs with pleasure, but I keep my composure and just touch my lips to hers. “Well, you’ll have to wait a little longer. There’s something I need to do first.”
She blinks. “Oh?”
I touch my tongue to her bottom lip. “I want to taste you.”
She swallows. “You’ve already tasted me.”
“That was just an entree. Now I want the main course.”
Her eyes widen. “Ohhh…” She trembles again. “Um… maybe I should… you know… have a quick shower…”
It’s my turn to shake my head, and I give her a mischievous smile.
Her lips curve up. “Really?”
I kiss her. “Mmm… I want you warm and salty.”
“Archer! I didn’t realize you were so disgusting.”
“I am disgusting.” I kiss up her jaw and around to her ear. “I want to slide my tongue over every square inch of you, between your toes, under your arms, beneath your breasts, in the crease of your thighs, and smell you, and taste every part of you…”
“Ohhh…”
I push her jeans over her hips, and they fall to the floor. She steps out of them, and I take the elastic of her thong on either side of her hips and pull that down her legs. She lets me remove it, then stands before me naked, breathing fast.
“On the bed,” I instruct her, undoing and taking off my chinos.
She climbs on and lies back on the big white pillows. After stripping off my boxers, I climb on too, stopping at her feet. She hesitates, then smiles and lifts her arms above her head, stretching out. She looks amazing, painted silver by the moonlight. There are no angles to her body; she’s a landscape of hills and valleys, curves and dips that make my mouth water.
Sitting back on my heels, I lift one of her feet up to my mouth and start kissing her toes.
“Oh, I thought you were joking.” She shudders, then squeals as I slide my tongue between them.
