‘I want you.’ She looked at me, her cheek resting against my thigh, as she always does when she is near me. It isn’t often that she doesn’t spend an evening curled against me, or in my lap, a thigh on either side of me, her face resting on my shoulder. I think she enjoys the comfort of it, of seeing my less driven side, and basking in the calm that happens between sex or sadistic moments.

This time, however, she was on the floor, her cheek rubbing against my leg as she looked up at me, waiting for my answer to the words that clung to the air like a gossamer web. I gave her a lazy smile, my fingers reaching out to stroke the fine, spun silk of her hair that never ceases to fascinate me with its weight and glossy texture. She closed her eyes and wrapped her fingers around my wrist, pulling my hand to her mouth, nuzzling her face into my palm and pressing a kiss to the center. I felt a shiver go up my arm and resound through my back in a cascade of sensation. She noticed the effect and had a pleased smile on her face.

‘I want you.’ She repeated, louder now, taking my thumb into her mouth and sliding the pad of it over her tongue, sucking gently on the tip. I arched a single brow and she closed her teeth around it, playfully biting my thumb.

‘Biting the hand that feeds you, pet?’ I asked, still unmoving, my palm controlled purely by her own desires. She nodded her head and closed her eyes, her cheeks sinking in as she sucked harder on my thumb, her head bobbing as she tried to illicit a response from me. I pulled my hand back, and felt her grip tighten. I did not force the issue, but sat there as she attended it, noisily drawing on it as if her body craved some invisible substance my skin was providing her - my thumb serving as the teat.

I moved again and pulled harder. Her eyes opened, but she still held my fingers. My stare should have been enough to speak volumes, but she still held my wrist tight. I frowned. I curled my other fingers under her chin and sank my thumb into the bed of her mouth, pinching tightly. A strangled sound came from her mouth as the pain registered. I held her lower jaw captive. Her breath came out in great bursts against my hand. She gave a soft sound and when I remained unmoving, I felt her close her mouth, her teeth grazing my thumb as if she were considering biting me again. I felt her fingers tighten on my wrist.

I shook my head in a slow, deliberate motion. Her mouth opened again. I stared at her and then slowly removed my thumb from her mouth, her fingers falling away in silent acquiescence. She sat there for a long moment, her cheek finally coming to rest back on my thigh again.

‘Please.’ She whispered softly.

‘Please what?’ I said, sparing her a glance, my attention diverted by other things.

‘Please fuck me.’ Her fingers slid up my leg and she shifted so that she was between them, her fingers splayed on either thigh. She leaned forward and placed her lips to the zipper of my trousers, and I felt the heat of her breath as she exhaled over fabric. My cock swelled slightly in response. I tilted my head and regarded her silently. She leaned forward and drew her tongue along the fly. I could see the dampness of the fabric in the wake of her tongue. Blood rushed to my cock, my attention totally upon her.

I gave a slight nod of my head and her fingers curled into my thighs and slid upwards as her face nuzzled my cock through the fabric. I shifted in my seat and was reaching for my belt, but her fingers were already there, undoing the leather in quick, efficient movements. She pulled on one end and the belt pulled lose of my waist and she dropped it on the floor beside her. The buttons, zipper were only seconds afterwards and her fingers only paused briefly so she could spare a glance up at me before she pulled my boxers down to reveal my cock, standing stiffly at attention.

(….and this is where I call it a night because I have a 4 am wake up call. To be finished later.)