"What do you want Akira?"
He asked and slowly grazed his tongue on the sides of her neck and finally settled after slightly biting on her shoulder.
She winced, but not in pain, but in pleasure instead. Her insides were bursting all hot and wild like the fireworks on the fourth of July. Her chest was rising and falling all arrhythmic and even her breath was becoming all hot.
"Stand still."
His voice echoed like a command and she tried to get hold of herself.
Retracting his hands back he swiftly peeled off his shirt and casts it away on the floor. From the corner of her eyes, she saw the shirt coming off and getting disposed away, just the way her towel was strewn on the floor.
Then with his slender long fingers, he traced along the spine of hers, making her go weak in her knees again. There was no respite from him, none that she knew of.
Holding on to her right hand he said,
"Get in the bath."
