There was something entirely satisfying about tossing her so playfully down on the bed, my figure easily leaning over her to pin her wrists beneath my hands and keep her in place only to let my lips find her own with that ready affection. I'd always been playful I suppose, with anyone I was with and yet there was something more when it came to Kat. Hell, there always had been. I enjoyed watching her forget about work and any other thing she'd been worried about for the day only to grin right back at me. She could be damn well cheeky when she tried and I loved that about her. If anyone had ever come close to beating me at my own game it was sure as hell her. Really I think she should thank me. Until me I'm entirely sure the only thing she ever did was work. Trying to convince her to sleep in for even one day, at the start, had been like trying to convince a cat to take a bath. It just wasn't going to happen. I had managed to convince her, once, to stay in bed until seven in the morning before she couldn't take it anymore and had to get up. What on earth there was to do I had no idea. I don't think I've ever had an idea- but it was a small victory, one I've been rather content to work on since. I haven't quite managed to convince her staying in bed all day can be relaxing- but I have managed to get her to sleep in on Sundays until at least ten. That's still two hours too early for my liking but I'll keep working at it. It's like she enjoys being busy. Who knew people actually liked that? Realistically I think most of my investors were hoping her go-to-work lifestyle might somehow rub off on me. I think it has- sort of. I now attend skype meetings with a collar shirt and tie. I rarely have anything on below the waist outside my boxers but it's not like they can see they far on the computer screen is it?

She bit softly against her own lower lip then, her teeth pressing onto that soft cushion in a fashion that was entirely satisfying. Did she have any idea of how enticing that was? My lips eager to meet her own then if only for that taste I was determined to be rewarded with. She easily drew my tongue in between her own lips, the wealth of sensation that alone afforded stirring that groan of pleasure from my lips before her teeth nibbled against the bottom of my own. God, had my jeans always been this tight? I groaned softly once more as I lent away from her, reaching for that remote that controlled the blinds to open up that room to the sprawling city below. I should appreciate this view more often- it really is pretty spectacular I suppose. Still- my attention was at least a little diverted right now, that utterance that I was looking for an audience met with a ready grin before that request to trust me saw her hand lift suddenly to rest against my cheek. That single, soft gesture drawing my gaze back to her in full as she promised that she did. Some part of me somewhere within my chest suddenly seeming to tighten just a little at that- though god knows why. Somehow those words meant something to me- more then I'd expected they would have. God it was this sort of thing that lead me to saying ridiculous things like 'I love you'.

That simper rested on my lips all the same as I scooped her suddenly up and into my arms once more. I really could get used to this Hunter-strength thing. Honestly it made so many things so much easier. Maybe I shouldn't have been so against it from the beginning. It was easy to slide her onto that shelf then, that cool glass pressing against her back and yet that cool sensation was just as much a part of this as that view that surrounded us, lighting up our bedroom in that myriad of colours all the same. She laughed at me for how clean I kept the windows and yet look how useful that was now. I knelt easily before her then, one hand resting either side of her thighs as I let my gaze so freely wander her feminine figure. Every curve and swell so perfectly placed and so gloriously tempting. That sudden assurance that I was enjoying myself saw one eye arch upward. That glorious grin finding my lips again as the blue gold of my gaze met her own.

"Thoroughly."

The word was offered near teasingly even despite the sure truth of it, my gaze drifting from her only to assure her as long as she didn't move around too much no one would likely see her. A part of me entirely content to see just how much I could make her move all the same before I chose to make mention of just how useful that shelf really was if only for the near perfect height it was placed at. I hardly let that look of curiosity linger long upon her features, my hands brushing smoothly across her thighs before gently parting them, affording myself access to that apex between them and those more intimate parts of her physique I was entirely determined to lavish with attention. Such a position affording me an entirely new angle and s effectively trapping her between me and the city below- limiting her chances off attempting to turn those tables on me as she often did.

Her back arched near instantly, her hips pressing forward more eagerly into me as that moan that left her seemed to run through her entire frame in a way that I found all the more arousing in turn. I felt her hands tangle in that wealth of my dirty blonde hair, her fingers tugging at it and yet in that moment I hardly cared, a part of me liking that feeling, my lips merely offering her all the more of those sensations as her toes curled. There is nothing quite as satisfying as having a woman moan your name, those words sending that tempting sensation of pleasure through my own figure. My lips eager to tease as many of those moans from her as I could with each action until I could feel that energy in her body coiling tighter and tighter, no part of me quite willing to have this end just yet as I lent gently away at last. Tonight however I was hardly intending on making her wait for those touches very long. My hands reaching easily downward to loosen my own jeans, my figure shifting only long enough to remove them from myself, my boxer shorts along with them as I tossed them somewhere into the room. Just how much I was enjoying this moment incredibly clear then. The sheer relief of having them off near enough to steal that sound of satisfaction from me before I slid my hands back along her parted thigs, my lips teasing a trail back along the inside of her right one and yet, this time, I merely brushed over that intimate place, affording her those few moments to find that control again.

My lips instead continued that path upward, those fluttering kiss caressing her belly and sides in a teasing trail ever upward before my lips found that hardened peak of her left breast- that part off her afforded several moments of my attention before shifting effortlessly to the right. My hands taking that opportunity to run back up her thighs as I did, my right hand dipping between them to allow my fingers to pick up where my lips had left off at that sensitive apex. Who said men can't multi task? I was entirely content, tonight, to fully engage in that sexpertise she so often teased me about. With her breasts so finally and fully attended to I simply continued that trail upward, my hand pausing in its actions in turn as my lips brushed her collarbone before those kisses became firmer and entirely more satisfying, pressing with more ardency to her neck and under her jaw, my hand finding a new rhythm with each one of those kisses as I pressed her firmly against that window then, my teeth nipping at that skin I turn. My hand, this time, quite content to let her achieve that pinnacle of pleasure from those touches alone if she desired it or could find no way to stop me before. I was quite certain I could bring her more than one moment of satisfaction tonight.


k o h l
so you want to play with magic?