Why Dont We Imagines & preferences

{peppered kisses} D.S

You sat on the bed facing the window as the rain hit slowly and rhythmically. Candle light dancing on the plain walls of your room, The book on your lap was telling you what seemed to be the best story. One of love, heartbreak, travels and mystery. To you, this moment was pure and utterly perfect.

A bitter chill kissed your bare shoulders, and you thought the door must have been opened, and shut again. It wasn't until you felt a dip in the bed behind you, that you knew who it was. You felt the fan of his breath on the nook of your neck just before you felt his lips. They brushed lightly against your skin, gently peppering the exposed area with kisses. You tensed when his lips left, the cold replacing his warmth.

His hand grazed your shoulder, moving the strap of your shirt to dangle over the edge of your arm. He moved your hair to one side before reattaching his lips. His arms snakes around your waist, and closed the book. You melted under his loving touch, sinking into him a little more. Your hand raised to his head, and began to run your fingers through his hair. A hum of satisfaction made you smile.

"Hey baby boy," you finally spoke.

"Hello Love," he whispered in your ear, gently pulling on it with his teeth.

Oh boy you thought. That mood.

With a playful grin, you turned to face him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and slowly leaned in. You gingerly presses your lips against his, moulding together like clay. His hands held the side of your waist, slightly lifting your tank top to expose skin. When he finally got some, he drew small circles on the skin. You pulled away from his lips, gently moving across his jaw line and down to his neck. You kissed down his neck, feeling him shiver in delight. You moved your hands down his toned chest and down to the hem of his shirt, tugging lightly. He got the idea and carefully took it off, repeating his actions on you.

You stifled a laugh and thought, now this is an utterly perfect moment