The Honest Affair

6

The clock was ticking and Agnetha heard it from across the room. She sat before her vanity on a small stool applying two brushes of mascara on each upper eyelash. She set it down and picked up a lipstick. Barely dabbing it onto her lips, she painted a very faint color of red across. Next she held up a brush, and began to comb back her growing short hair. She became bored. What am I waiting on?

In that moment, the door of her bedroom opened and from the mirror she saw his figure. He startled her but she didn't show it. Björn smiled at her, and she looked down, biting her lip to conceal her smile. She was indeed happy to see him again.

He approached her slowly, while she put her items back into their places. Without looking up she asked him playfully.

"What are you doing here?" A question she'd ask again and again each time, but it was clear. It wasn't easy to withdraw from each other's lives now. Björn bent behind her and looked at her in the mirror while his arms hugged her. He was relieved to see her after a long day.

Making little steps with her toes, she turned around to face him, seeing him crouching to her level. Her arms rested on his shoulders, her knees pressed to his chest from the tightness of the space.

She parted her legs slowly to allow him to get closer. Björn didn't hesitate to run his hands along her long, sun tanned thighs.

"I'd say your legs have given you your answer," he smiled wickedly, yet it was the softest smile she had seen.

"And what about your answer?" His eyes watched her bite down on her lips again to keep back from laughing. She was in a good mood and Björn loved it.

"I've already missed you." He turned in to kiss her arm.

They both moved in to join lips but pulled back as soon as they got too close. She didn't let him kiss her and he did the same. Playfully, they teased one another, until Agnetha threw her head back, unable to keep her laughter. Her neck became exposed and Björn didn't wait to take the chance.

He loved the sound of her voice– talking, singing, laughing and moaning. His four favorite tones. She brought her head forward again and began to kiss him. Fully and sinfully she took in every taste from his lips. It was him. It was so Björn to completely return her kisses the way he did.

He stroked her legs that had begun to hug his waist. The two excitedly watched each other and were delighted to be this intimate and playful. It had been a long time since.

"Are you still flexible?" he asked. She was leaned back against the table behind her as he raised her leg high.

"What do you think?" she breathed. He turned to see that her calf was beside his face, ready to be worshipped by his lips. He kissed up her leg tenderly until he reached the top of her thighs. He looked up at her as she set her leg down and wrapped her arms around his neck again.

She sat on the bed, slowly removing her satin robe. He had returned to her, one hand searching his pockets. Agnetha bunched up her robe into a ball and threw it at his face, interrupting him from checking her out head to toe. Both laughed at each other during which he had tossed her a packet to open.

Putting it between her teeth she tore it open, her eyes glued to the stripping masculine body before her. He was remaining in jeans and beginning to undo his belt when he approached her again. She stood and stopped him.

"Leave them on." Her voice gave him shivers along his body, quickly exciting him. Taking her place, he sat while she stood between his legs. He admired her bodysuit, with eyes running along every curve of her body. Black, mesh, and outlined designs. The bra had hugged her breasts, but barely covered them from the sheer quality.