In Wonderland

He reaches my breasts and closes his mouth around my nipple, making me moan as I push a hand through his hair. His tongue flicks around the sensitive bud, already taut from our previous encounter, nipping at it lightly with his teeth.

With a wink, he releases himself and rolls out of bed. I groan in disappointment and sit up, pouting at him, hair all messy. He grins back, shrugging off his jacket and tugging his tie, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Liked the puzzles? I didn't have a lot of time to craft a masterpiece, but I think it was a pretty good one." He takes off his watch first and starts to work on the buttons of his shirt.

I laugh and try to settle my hair with my fingers. "It wasn't half bad," I conceded. "Now come here and finish it."

With a low, rumbling chuckle, he steps out of his shoes and climbs into bed with me, his half-undone shirt hanging open invitingly. I flash him a naughty grin - it's such a treat that he left me with the other half to busy myself with.

God, I love playing games with this man.