Because I Want To: Her Side

I slowly stroll out of the room as the doorbell rings again. Down the hallway, doorbell again. Into the dining room past my dining table, over to the door and peek through the peephole...and freeze. Eros is back, and for some reason, the first thing I think about is Emma. But of course, if it was Emma, he wouldn’t be here. Not to mention, he’s too casual. I peep through the hole again and he’s leaning on the door frame swiveling his key ring around his index finger. I unlock the door and open it with slow, careful movements. This is it. “Hello.” I say looking up at him. “Hello.” He whispers. He’s wearing a T-shirt and sweats. His chin length hair is hanging loose, framing his face highlighting the flames burning in his eyes. “It’s tomorrow.” he says softly, stepping in and locking the door behind him, then turning to face me. His back is leaning against the door and he’s staring at me up and down. Oh, I like this look...a lot. There’s no question about what he wants, and right now I’m more than willing to give it to him. But I’m in the mood to play a little bit first. I want to make him really want it. “Would you like a drink?” I ask. He shakes his head slightly. This brings my half smile back. “Hum.” I say, turning away from him and slowly retracing my steps through the dining room. Stopping in the door frame, I turn around and as I expect, he’s still watching me. My feet are crossed at my ankles and my hands are clasped behind my back. “Maybe there’s something on t.v.” I say. “Maybe.” He agrees, cutting his eyes at the television to his left, then finally making his way towards me. I continue towards my bedroom, slowly walking backwards. “But no.” Once we’re in my bedroom, he closes the door and I pick up my tablet and scroll through my music app for the perfect song. And once again he’s leaning against the door with his hands in his pockets watching me. I plug the auxiliary cord into my tablet connecting it to the mini surround speakers mounted around my walls. “How about another dance then.” I don’t need him to say yes, the answer is all in his eyes. I select the song and put it on repeat. A soft, slow beat fills the room as I step in tune to the rhythm, until I’m moving my body directly in front of him. My hands go up around his neck, and his find their place on my back pulling me in as close as he could get me. I start rotating my hips against his, moving seductively to the rhythm. Encouraging him to dance with me. My fingers glide across his shoulders and down his arm past his sleeves. Still dancing and gently grinding his pelvis as I run my hands up his chest, removing his shirt as I go. Dropping it to the floor, I lightly brush my fingertips from the base of his throat down his tattooed arms. A low, approving hum surfaces from his chest. His hands have found their way up the back of my shirt, and his fingers are skimming the bumpy trail of my spine. Goosebumps prickle on my skin from his soft gentle touch. “I knew you were soft.” He whispers between the kisses he’s trailing from my collar bone and shoulder to my neck and ear lobe. His left-hand travels slowly south and finds its way to the corresponding side of my ass as he pulls my still grinding and rotating hips closer into his groin. I want to touch it. Actually, I want to do a lot of things to it, but I’m not finished with my seduction yet. Plus, I need to slow him down or else this is going to be over with way too soon. “I really like this.” I say walking my fingers through the mahogany carpet that covers his chest. It’s smooth and thick, and soft and silky to my fingers. Just as he’s reaching his hands down my sleeping shorts to my bare pantyless cheeks, I trail my hands down his arms and remove his hands backing away from him at the same time. Giving him a look of not yet. Silently he chuckles, drops his arms to his sides and watches me sway my body, skimming my hands over my skin. My eyes are on his, but his eyes are watching my hands as they drag from my hips to my shirt as I pull it over my head and drop it on the floor. He steps out of his shoes and kicks them to the side. All the while watching my hands skim over my belly up to my breast. The smile on his face as he nods his head to the rhythm tells me that he is...loving this. He steps towards me, and I let him get close enough to touch me as I slowly begin to circle around him. Stopping at his back, which is also fully tattooed. I wonder who has the most body ink, him...or me.