Admiration

A Story by Dramatic

I am grateful for my reading lamp as it emits a soft light tinted orange by the covering over the bulb, because it causes her skin to glow. We are on the bed, she's on her stomach reading, laying opposite to me with her head turned away, a grey cut off shirt exposes her midriff, and black shorts outline her backside. I'm sitting up, the book in my hands has lost my interest as I instead read the lines of the curvature of her body. She turns her head to look over her shoulder, her eyes lock onto mine and I know she's aware of my admiration. By placing my hand on her calf I begin to show her the affection designated for goddesses as I move my hand up her leg, past her knee, to the softness of her thigh that is subtly radiating heat. I see the corner of her eyes crinkle and her mouth forms a smile, she rolls over and off the bed. Walking to the foot of the bed she tells me to come to the edge, I obey her request. She sways her hips as she walks, once she's close she places her hands on my shoulders and straddles me, her hips move in the physical manifestation of the siren's song, blinding men to all rational thought. Her hands find their way to my cheeks where she directs my face so that I'm held in her gaze, and she says, "I love the way you look at me".