Re: Burned - Aurora
That was all he had been waiting for. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into him. Then his mouth was on you. Hot, passionate, needy, hungry. Your toes curled. When he pulled back, even he was a little breathless, he said, "I think...we need to not be down here for a little while."
His room was the last one on the right once you went up stairs. It was big and he clearly had the master bedroom.
You had expected it to be a disaster since downstairs, while nice, was a bit disheveled, but Chris' room was pretty clean. He walked into the middle after flicking one of three switches by the door. One you assumed controlled the ceiling fan, another the light under it, and the third controlled a dim lamp on the wooden nightstand next to his desk. The windows had heavy curtains over them, and blinds that almost took up the entire window.
The room had cream colored carpet and a tan rug by the bed. Two large night stands stood on either side of the king sized bed. The bed was low to the ground and made of wood. Very modern, like everything else in the room. A TV hung on the wall and there was a mirror over the dresser. No pictures hung on the walls, just an assortment of hats: visors, baseball caps, flat caps, knit caps, and even a few fedoras.
You didn't have long to look around you as he turned you, backing you towards the bed and paused to look you over. "You ready?"