Ticklish
Disclaimer - little bit of mature themes. Read at your own risk.
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"Hey sexy," Pierre smirked as he strolled into the bedroom, lightly sitting on the edge of the bed. He eyed me but I was all too consumed in my tv programme.
"Are you going to pay me any attention?" he asked, pouting like a child.
"You're so silly," I remarked, smiling at his childish sense of humour.
"I may be silly, but you are..." he lunged forwards, "ticklish!"
He jumped on top of me, pinning me down. He used one hand to hold mine above my head and used the other to tickle me everywhere.
I screamed and shrieked, laughing into his chest.
"Okay! Okay! I will...give you...attention!" I yelled in between laughs and giggles.
"That's what I like to hear," he said, lowering his head down to place a kiss on my lips. When he pulled back, he just stared into my eyes.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his nose almost touching mine. I breathed heavily, wanting him to kiss me again.
"You're the beautiful one," I replied, sending him a smile from beneath him.
Pierre twisted his head to the side, his eyes scanning my face, my neck, now looking downwards.
"You're too beautiful to wear clothes," he simply stated.
"You need to get this off." He yanked on my t-shirt, harshly pulling it over my head. I squirmed a bit until it was finally off, revealing my lacey, red bra.
"Red is my favourite colour," he smirked.
Cautiously, his fingers gently slid over my stomach and up towards the edge of my bra. He took it within his fingers and played with the material.
"I changed my mind. I don't like this colour at all," he said playfully, now manoeuvring his hands until they settled underneath me. The clasp was undone with ease and the bra was slowly stripped from my now-vulnerable body.
"That's better," he admitted.
In one swift motion, he grabbed me and flipped us over so that I was now on top of him. I moved my legs until I was comfortably strangling him, resting my hands on his fully-clothed chest.
"Now I just don't think that's very fair," I said, shaking my head at him and eyeing the shirt that covered his muscular body.
"I think this..." I pulled at the material of the shirt, "needs to come off too."
And with that, he immediately yanked the shirt over his head without difficulty, throwing it across the room where it landed on the floor.
"Better?" he asked, his fingers lightly tracing circles into my skin. His touch was warm.
"Much," I whispered, lowering myself until our bodies touched. I rested my chest on his and I felt him moan into my neck slightly. He gently kissed the skin, using his tongue to lightly graze over it. I sighed into him, holding onto him now.
"I could stay like this forever," I murmured into his shoulder.
"Let's," was all he said.
