[ It feels longer than a handful of minutes—impatience talking, probably. He can hear her, the shuffle of fabric and hangers, but as promised he doesn't peek. She'll find him propped up against the pillows when she emerges.
His eyes snap to her immediately. They roam over her, head to toe, taking her in as she moves closer. As her knees brush the mattress, he sits up. His hand runs along the length of her thigh, up and up and around. There's plenty of bare flesh in between the lace and ribbons—blood-red against her pale skin and hugging the curve of her hips in a way that he does not hesitate to explore.
He leans forward just enough to press his lips to her stomach. The sound he makes is soft, pleased. ] You should surprise me more often.
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His eyes snap to her immediately. They roam over her, head to toe, taking her in as she moves closer. As her knees brush the mattress, he sits up. His hand runs along the length of her thigh, up and up and around. There's plenty of bare flesh in between the lace and ribbons—blood-red against her pale skin and hugging the curve of her hips in a way that he does not hesitate to explore.
He leans forward just enough to press his lips to her stomach. The sound he makes is soft, pleased. ] You should surprise me more often.