Quiet as a mouse, I let myself in, gently shutting the door behind me. Being careful in the pitch black darkness, I let out a loud GASP when the room was highlighted from lighting, and I saw you sprawled out in you comfort chair. Thinking you to be asleep, I jump when a spark from a match was lit, and you leaned over to light the candles on both end tables next to you. Now plastered back against the door, I watch as you slowly sit back, your white button down shirt open over your black pants, your bare feet prop themselves on the coffee table, and you take a nice long sip from your glass of jack and coke... your eyes never leaving mine for a second. Gently stroking a hand down your chest, you watch as I start turning red in the candlelight, fidgeting gently against the door.
Not being able to stand the silence, I look down at the floor, and then up at you whispering, "hi". You nod in response, eyebrows rising in a silent question. Stammering, my voice still raw from crying, I try to explain, "I. I ... the storm.. Thunder.. I was try trying to hide..." The thunder boomed louder then before, and weak with fear, silent tears rolling down my cheeks, slide to the floor to curl into a ball, my body trembling.
Not being able to stand to see a woman to cry, especially me, you quickly rise to your feet, and cross the room in record time, squatting down next to me, gently taking me into your arms, wrapping me in your warmth. Clutching your open shirt in my hands, I bury my face into your chest, silent tears still rolling down my soft cheeks. Gently rubbing my back, you ease me fully into your arms, leading me back over to your comfort chair. Settling me onto your lap, my face tearstained, you hold your drink to my lips for a sip. Watching my pouty pink lips part, my small tongue dart out and touch the glass before drinking, you start to get hard in response to my kittenish movements.
Settling me more comfortably on your lap, my back to your chest, and legs spread open, draped over yours; you take quiet stock of my sexy pj's. Loving how my soft breasts fill out the cropped t-shirt, and how silky my legs look in my satin pj bottoms, my tiny bare feet nestled next to yours, you wrap your arms completely around my waist and place a light kiss right behind my earlobe. Noticing my quick indrawn breath at your touch, you glance down over my shoulder, watching as my nipples peek hard against the fabric, straining for you. Looking at my own nipples, I blush in response and fold my arms over my chest. Chuckling softly, you nuzzle your nose along my hairline and whisper in my ear, "Feel good?" With that comment, I try to move away from you and out of your arms, struggling to be free, but you hold me fast, pulling me back against your chest. Whispering "shhhhhhhh" you settle me back against you, calming me with your light touch.
Gently soothing my brow with your fingertip, you whisper, "You are a very sexy woman," your finger moved down the side of my face, "and now I get to teach you how to turn that sexiness," your finger parting my lips, tapping my bottom one, "into lots and lots of pleasure." Cupping my cheek in your palm, you watch my eyes dilate at your words, and couldn't help brushing your thumb over my lips. Parting them slightly, staring transfixed into your eyes, "teach me?" I whisper. Nodding your head slightly, "Yes, I'm going to teach you how to pleasure yourself," your thumb tugging my bottom lip down, leaning in and lightly brushing your lips against the soft inside of my lip, nipping it slightly.
Shivering at your touch, I release a long sigh, and completely melt back into your chest, my face still upturned towards yours for another kiss. Leaning down, you lightly brush your lips against mine, teasingly, smiling gently as my lips timidly brush yours on their own accord. Taking my bottom lip between your lips, you quickly suck hard, before releasing to tease the tip of your tongue on the corner of my mouth. Brushing tiny sucking kisses across my top lip, you work your way across my cheek, down around my jaw line, back to the curve of my ear. Blowing lightly on the inside curve, you chuckle to yourself while watching me shiver - my eyes closed and head flung back to give you more access. Rimming the curve of my ear with your tongue, you blow another short puff of air before taking my earlobe between your teeth, nibbling gently. Working your lips over the hidden soft spot right behind my ear, you open your lips, sucking hard on the creamy flesh. Moaning at your touch, I unconsciously begin stroking your chest, my soft hand running over your nipple in a teasingly arousing fashion, my hips moving over your, my back arching slightly.