[ And you're going to feel the way he smiles against your mouth at first- and then he proceeds to top every succeeding deep kiss with a smaller one that worries just at your bottom lip. He also never closes his eyes, because he's intent on watching your face.

Once you're dropping your hands from his hair, he's shifting, trapping your hips between his knees and wrapping your wrists up with his own hands. He's smiling again, by the time he finally breaks away. He also has both of your wrists crossed together and pinned above your head with just one of his hands.

Tilting his head now, like he's appraising the sight of you beneath him as he reaches out to trace the shape of your lips with his free thumb. ]

Let me take a page out of your book and be the one to tell you how beautiful you are this time. [ He's hooking his thumb on your bottom lip now, and coaxing your mouth open so that he can graze your tongue with just the tip of his finger. ] Because of that, I think I'd like to spend tonight fucking this body of yours until you won't be able to do anything else but moan my name, or beg.