He'd been quiet in the moments after we'd made our arrangement. He was a complicated man, I understood that, and I felt good about making clear what I wanted in the agreement. The lights in the room were dim and the soft classical music continued to play. I'd been lying on my stomach next to him and I slowly sat up, letting the covers slip off of me. I straddled him and smiled as his eyes admired my breasts. I leaned forward, placing both of my outstretched arms on either side of him. He stared at me with an expression that bordered lust and anger. I wasn’t sure what I’d done to spark his anger, but I took full credit for his lust. I lowered my face and kissed him, his eyelids, the tip of his gorgeous nose, and his chin. He put his free hand on the back of my head, pulling me to his lips. My breasts brushed against his chest, my nipples taut and erect. Our tongues met insistently, dancing and exploring each other with a feverish pitch. His erection sprang to life again, and it was impressive.
