She enjoyed dressing up. Not only for him, but herself. She loved silk nightgowns and lacy underwear. She would wear them every night after her bath, enjoying the way the soft silky material would cling to her body. She liked how sexy they made her feel and how her body reacted to them, a subtle low dose of arousal when she was alone.
When he was there, the nightgown just served as foreplay. His hands running gently over the smooth fabric, teasing her as he made his way down her body.
Eventually, he would open it from the front, allowing his fingers to explore her bare soft skin for the first time. Each time taking his time, his methodical, cool style, seducing her all over again.
He’d watch her try and stay still, try and maintain her composure while he played, each time eventually giving in, her body so understood by him, so eager for his hands and mouth. He would enjoy slowly watching her acquiesce, his fingers teasing and playing, his eyes often locked on hers.
Tonight his fingers gently focused on her nipples, stroking and caressing, pinching and massaging. Watching her face strain to stay collected, her mind knowing it was just a matter of time before she’d give in, words of pleading filling his ears, the small satisfied smile of his appearing, so familiar to her.
Tilly Bloom 