Katie slid her thumbs into the waistband of Damien's boxers and worked them to the floor. When he stepped out of them, she put both hands against his chest and lightly shoved him onto the bed. He went willingly, happy to enjoy whatever her inventive mind had planned.
"Scoot up." There was a big pile of pillows padding the wrought iron headboard. Damien immediately followed instructions and reclined against them. True to her word, Katie rewarded him by climbing onto the bed and straddling his hips. His cock strained upward, brushed against the scrap of wet silk between her legs before she scooted forward and sat on his chest.
The first thing she did was lean down and kiss him. His arms wrapped up around her as her lips softly nibbled along his, tasting and exploring. He tried to deepen the kiss, but she pulled back with another smile.
"Uh-uh." She shook her finger playfully near his nose. "Not yet. Now close your eyes."