Fingertips

“Come here, baby,” he breathed out, his voice sliding like silk along her skin. They were sitting on their small couch, a quiet, irrelevant show was playing on the television set in front of them. A small smile was resting on her lips as she moved from her position beside him, slowly sliding her leg across his and resting on his lap. She could feel his finger tracing circles on her hip and she repressed a sigh, not wanting to give into him so easily.

She turned her head, training her eyes on the flashing colors on the screen illuminating the room. She felt her eyes close as his hand moved up, moving her shirt away and gliding his hand up to her back, pushing her against him. She felt his lips trail along her neck and she turned towards him just in time for his lips to move up and catch hers.

And he did it again; made her fall deeper into him.