she asked him and stretched out in a way that subtly pushed her breasts up high in the air. He couldn’t wait to get those in his hands or to run his palms down the long length of her torso.
“Hmm, yes. But tonight, I think we should do things a little different…” He drawled the words as he went to his dresser. He put the cufflinks down before his hand moved down to a drawer to pull out several long silk scarves. Each one was black and long enough to be used for several purposes. From the look of delighted curiosity on her face, he knew she knew what he had in mind.
“Oh? And will I get a say in this?” She answered her own question by staying right where she was, stretched out, with her wrists over her head.
“You always have a say, baby. But if you want to play, then I suggest you take off that nightgown and roll over.” He noted it was one of the nightgowns he’d specifically bought for her - a thin, white cotton gown that bared her shoulders and only came down to her knees. It was meant to look virginal, but on her, it became a mixture of virginal and sultry.
Even now, her eyes glowed with a heat that told him she was more than ready to play his games. Those eyes took on an air of defiance as she pulled the gown over her head, threw it away, and then rolled over onto her stomach, the covers pushed to the other side of the bed. She turned her face to watch him as he walked over to her.
His vision narrowed down until all he saw was the long length of her body stretched out on the bed. He gazed at her long, slim legs that filled out to form her hips, then up to the lush mounds of her ass that narrowed to form her waist, then, the length of her back, her spine a path that led him up to her face. A step forward and the focus became her face. His heart rate picked up, but he controlled his breathing, determined to make this last.
Her dark eyes were shuttered as he tied her hands together then looped the silk around one of the posts on the bed. Not so much that her arms would be up in an awkward position, but enough that she wouldn’t be able to move too far away. When he moved back he saw the shutters had gone and now there was a burning need in their place.
He leaned over, close enough to kiss her full hot lips, but he spoke instead. “Ready for this, baby?”
“I’m always ready for you, Matteo.” The words came out as a sigh of bliss.
“Good.” He climbed onto the bed, over her hips, and settled down to massage her neck. His fingers pushed deep into her muscles to help her relax. She gave a moan of pain that calmed into a groan as he worked at the knot he’d found. His fingers moved slowly down her back, exploring her one inch at a time. He was hard, the zipper of his trousers caused him a tremendous amount of discomfort, but he ignored the pain. For now.
His fingers began to stroke lower, along her sides, where they brushed against the firm outline of her breasts. She sighed then and that nearly undid him. The feel of her silky skin against his fingertips was distracting, but he stayed on course. He moved down her body, working out a dozen knots of tense muscles before he reached her ass. There, his fingers delved down, to find her already wet and ready for him.
All he’d done was massage her, but she responded as she always did to him. He didn’t even have to touch her sometimes, just being near him made her wet and that was more intoxicating than any drug he might have experimented with back in his younger days. The fact that Marie wanted him that much made his head spin because it matched his need for her.
His right hand traveled up her spine and slid into her hair, while his left stayed in her cleft, exploring the slick heat there. With his left hand, he slid two fingers into her sultry depths while his right gripped at her hair to pull her head back.
“Tell me what you want, Marie.” It was a demand, not a question.