He rises from the bed, slowly walking towards me. Jeans haning low around his waist and I realize, with a start, he must have undone them while I was busy debating myself in the hall. My stomach flutters at the sight of his hips swaying in such a masculine manner. The butterflies, regretfully, have returned.
"You're hot." I mutter, without thinking.
His barking laugh surprise me and I'm snapped back into the moment. Embarrassed, I nearly slap my forehead. This is not what I had planned.
Before I can react, he whispers, "You're hot," as he closes the distance between us, "You're so hot, in fact, I can't keep my eyes or hands off you."
The feeling of his warm breath on my ear sends tingling sensations of pleasure to the deepest parts of my body. I'm left breathless as he takes a nibble on my lobe, "I'm going to fuck you now."
My knees have lost all major functioning capabilities. "Yes," My voice is barely audible.
His palm finds the hairs at the nape of my neck, pulling back just enough so my eyes meet his, "Is that all?" His voice is threatening.
I pause before answering. Willing my mind to hold onto this moment forever, "Please."
A gutteral growl nearly escapes his throat as he wraps his free arm around my waist. Lifting me easily. My legs dangling as he takes me away from the comfortable looking mattress, to the large chair.
I feel a nagging anxiety chewing at the back of my brain. I'd expected a bed, now he'd changed it on me. I'd never been taken any other way. How would this work?
Between soft kisses trailing across my clavicle he chuckles, "I said we'd go slow. I didn't say we'd lack creativity."
I want to argue with him. Stand up and claim I'd made a mistake, but he places his finger lightly on my lip and stands, "Before we begin. What's our safe word?"
I cross my arms over my chest, "We won't need it. We're going slow."
In one swift motion, his shirt is off, "That's true, but it is good to practice."
I fight the urge to roll my eyes, "Pineapple."
"Very good," his voice drops several octaves as he drops the soft fabric onto the floor, "I know you aren't aware yet, how important that word is. So, I'll let the attitude slide, this time."
(Bed time. More tomorrow!)