Opening her eyes to meet his again, she could see his every emotion right there on display. They each had a myriad of faults, and they were far from perfect, but they were perfect together, perfect for each other, and that was all that mattered.

“I know,” she said, and it wasn’t because of any sort of ego or over confidence; she knew because of how he looked at her, how he spoke to her and touched her. She knew it with every fibre of her being because he displayed it with ever fibre of his.

Stopping her ministrations, she shifted her feet to his sides, hooking her toes behind his back and giving him a little nudge while crooking her finger at him, beckoning him closer. It was fun to tease him and put on a show, but why touch herself when she had him to do that for her? Maybe another time when she was in a more dominant mood she could tie him up and let him watch while being able to do nothing about it, but right now she was much more interested in kissing him.