I sat quietly on the edge of the bed, not trusting myself to speak. I knew he had entered the room but didn’t turn to look at him. His presence as always overpowered me and I could feel his eyes roving my naked body. Suddenly he was before me and I found myself gazing at his luscious abdomen, close enough to smell his intoxicating scent, close enough to run my tongue down that bronzed skin if I so chose. At the moment, however, I fought the urge and kept my tongue firmly in my mouth.
“Please forgive me, kitten,” he pleaded as he dropped to his knees and grasped my hands in his. He looked at me with those deep dark eyes and I felt my resolve begin to melt. What was it about those eyes of his? They pulled me in and held me there.
Softly he kissed the back of my hand as he raised it to his lips. Those sweet, pouty lips of his…how delicious they looked and felt against my flesh. Still he held my gaze, his eyes searching mine beseechingly.
“I had to take the call, love, you know I did. Let me make it up to you, please,” he whispered. He leaned forward, his lips seeking mine. I leaned away from him and braced my arms against his bare chest. Although we both knew this was not enough to prevent him from continuing if he wished to, he stopped and sat back on his haunches.
Oh, what a magnificent body he had, crouched there before me, as naked as I was. Muscles rippling with each movement, such an achingly sexy man...I was mad at him, wasn’t I? But for what...oh, yes, the phone call. I had to look away from his inviting form before I could seem to remember that. A promising afternoon of uninterrupted lovemaking...well, interrupted by the damned phone, which to my great surprise he felt compelled to answer. Some mumbling about an important work call and off he was, leaving me in the room all alone. How long had he been gone? It seemed an eternity but in reality only a moment or two. But that wasn’t the point...he had left me, in the midst of some serious foreplay, for a phone call. Yes, I was definitely mad at him. But as his lips came into contact with my thigh, I again found it hard to remember why...
“I love you, kitten, you know that,” he whispered against my skin, his lips moving slowly up my leg. “You are my treasure, my goddess, my life.” He kissed my hip, my stomach, the hollow between my breasts. How did my hands get in his hair, I wondered as he eased his body between my knees. Spreading them, he lifted first one leg and then the other, placing them around his waist.
As his lips moved up my neck to my ear, he whispered breathlessly into it, “Forgive me, sweetheart. I can’t bear to have you angry with me.” I heard myself moan in response, his breath sending chills down my spine.
As I clung to him, he effortlessly stood, lifting me from the bed. His hands grasped and kneaded my ass while his lips continued their assault on my ear and trailed down my neck. I felt the muscles in his back as they flexed with his movements, amazed as always by his strength.
