Talented

He showed her into his apartment. She was flushed from their trip. It hadn\'t been a far walk but the thoughts streaming though her mind were enought to heat up a room. He closed the door behind her and locked it. She looked up at his blue eyes as he stared down at her. \"make yourself at home. Would you like something to drink?\"
\"Just water is fine\" she said as she went over to the sofa and sat down on the edge. She watched him with nervous anitcipation.
\"Here you go\" he said, extending a glass towards her. Their fingers touched very slightly, and their eyes met. She made a small nervous laugh and brought the glass to her lips. He took a sip of his own and extended his hand to her. She accepted it and he lead her to his bed.
She sad down on the edge. He leaned in and kissed her jaw line. He took hold of her glass and placed it on the adjoining table. His lips met her neck and started to make slow, lingering kisses that trailed from behind her ear to her collarbone. She felt herself melt a little beneath his mouth, the gentle oscillation of his noises of approval making a deep rhythm against the nerves of her skin. She closed her eyes and he slid her onto the bed, taking her shirt off at the same time. His mouth traveled furthur down to taste the skin on her chest, not her breasts, but the flat expanse of skin above. He traced his tongue in lazy swirls, alluring her nerves to their full attention. She let her head fall back against the pillows, exposing her neck. He traveled back up and kissed her pulse points, then back up to her mouth.