My hand smoothed over my lover's back. Muscles twitched and relaxed under my touch and a soft sigh escaped to one next to me. My lips followed the path of my fingers, dusting over wide shoulders and down to a trim waist. A grateful sigh slipped out of my partner. My thumbs dug deep into the delicate tissue at the small of his back. The body under me shifted restlessly.
"Stay still," I whispered into the lightly abused skin.
"You might have to tie me down in order for that to happen."
I slid up his body to his ear. "That can be arranged." I made sure my breath skimmed his ear before pressing a kiss to a spot just behind his ear. I smirked at the appreciative groan I received. "Maybe another time," I whispered, sliding the tip of my finger down the shell of his ear. I pressed a tender kiss to the back of his neck. Since I was here anyway, I took the opportunity to slide the tip of my tongue up the side of my lover's neck before blowing cool air on the wet trail.
My hands returned to bare hips and rubbed rough little circles into the bone there, reveling in how easily the skin there melded to my touch when so many other parts of this man were unyielding. It was these tender spots of him I loved the most.
I favored one strong shoulder with a dusting of chaste kisses intermittent with delicate bites, raising rosy spots on the otherwise tan skin. I nuzzled the marks I had made, inhaling deeply. I knew the smell of this man intimately; perhaps better than I knew any other smell. But I never tired in burying my nose in the little patches of exposed skin I could find and drowning myself in the smell of him.
There was nothing sweet in his smell, it was all musk. Completely masculine. Dominating anything that tried to cover him. On rare occasions, I could catch a teasing amount of laundry detergent when I had just deprived him of a shirt, but the smell never lingered very long. It was always eventually overpowered by him. Just like I knew I would be.
Sure he gave me small moments of control, like now. Moments I abused in order to worship him. But I always knew that in the end in was he who was in control. And maybe that idea enthralled me more than any other...
