He entered the bedroom 10 minutes later as instructed. The lights have been dimmed with the LED lamps set low but he saw her.
He saw her and what he felt when he did was lost beyond description. From what his eyes made up in the darkness, she stood with her back against him by the window and her hair bundled up in a high bun giving him an uninterrupted view of her alluring figure that seductively drew a silhouette in the shadows.
"Love..." He called softly over the romantic music that was playing from the speakers on her side table as he stepped closer. He stopped when the little light the room had now showed him that she was wearing only a pair of black lace underwear.
She slowly looked over her shoulder, her eyes holding his like a hostage as he drowned in the passion he saw there.
"Do you like it?" She asked in a sultry voice and he was stomped for a few seconds, wondering what she was asking him.
Is it the dim lights? The lace underwear? The high bun? Her beautiful face? Her hot body? Because he only had one answer to all. An absolute "Yes".
Then he remembered, she was asking about the shade of the lipstick she help make. The one he asked to see. Still the same answer there. Frankly, there was nothing in everything going on at that moment that didn't thrill him.
"Y-yes." He managed to answer with his breath caught in his throat when she turned to completely face him. "Maganda."
"Really?"
"Yes." He said then touched her cheek. "Pero mas maganda ka."
She threw her head back and laughed heartily at that. "Bolero." She said and kept laughing. Her soft mounds bouncing invitingly with her plunging-cup bra.
As if having a mind of their own, his hands accepted the invitation and reached out to cup her breasts. She immediately stopped laughing and looked at him.
"Sorry." He whispered. "Na-distract ako." He smirked and kneaded her breasts, stroking her nipples with his thumb through the fabric, making her bite back a moan.
He raised an eyebrow and squeezed her pebbled tips. "Don't bite your lip. That's not how we're supposed to test that lipstick." He said in a low voice that sent shivers down her spine.
She let her lip go with a gasp and he muffled her moans with his mouth, pressing them hard against hers as he pulled her by the waist with one arm. He kissed her full and hard, rubbing his lips thoroughly on hers, coaxing them open.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and boldly kissed him back, parting her lips for his tongue to slip in then sucking on it when it did, making him groan.
They kissed hungrily for minutes, neither one willing to let go, nibbling, sucking and delving in each other's sweet taste as he continued to caress her breasts and she stroked the bulge in his pants.
Without breaking the kiss, she walked forward and he stepped backwards until he felt the bed against his shin and sat down. She climbed up his lap and straddled him, rocking her hips and moaning louder in his mouth as the rough clothing on his crotch rubbed against her clothed core. She felt her walls tightening and her folds creaming against the friction as if calling for the familiar intruder they would cradle.
With one hand groping her buttocks and the other lacing through her hair, he angled his head to kiss her deeper, hungrier, fiercer, more determined to kiss the lipstick off of her lips.
They kissed longer and harder than they've ever kissed before and when they finally let go, they were both light-headed and breathless.
She leaned her forehead on his shoulder and he pressed his lips on her temple then she started giggling.
