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Subject: "E" is for Eyeliner

"E" is for Eyeliner
by Dulcinea


   He watched her as she slept, a slow smile spreading across 
his face.  He traced her lips with his finger, the followed the 
curve of her chin, her jaw, gently stroking her cheek.  Today 
was Saturday, so there would be no alarm, no rushing to get
to work on time, and he knew she planned on staying in bed
until 8 am, if not  longer.  The smile turned into a wicked grin.
He had no intention of letting her out of bed before 8 a.m., if 
not longer.

   Yesterday, it she had looked down on him as he slept, unusual
since she was most definitely not a morning person.  He had 
opened his eyes to see her watching him, mischief flickering 
in her eyes.    "Good morning, sleepyhead."  She'd said, barely
hiding her giggles.  Kissing him on the forehead, she'd evaded 
his grasp, calling him downstairs for coffee.  Over coffee, he'd
questioned her odd mood, but she'd denied anything being amiss.

    It wasn't until he saw his reflection while starting to shave 
that he saw it.  Sometime while he'd slept, she'd drawn a thin 
mustache on his face with her black eyeliner pencil.  Growling
in mock anger, he'd chased after her, finally cornering her in 
the den, and tickling her until she'd apologized.  

     So this morning, he had the eyeliner pencil, and she was 
asleep.  People asleep were always compared to a child   
Watching her now, he could see why.  She looked so young,
so helpless, her face slack, the concerns of daily living not 
visible on her brow.  He liked her this way, sans makeup, 
the freckles on her nose visible for inspection.  Maybe that's
 what he should do!  Play connect the dots!

     Eyeliner poised to attack, he stopped.  As much as he 
oved the freckles and thought them cute, she hated them.
Connecting them would be unnecessarily cruel.  A mustache,
then, like she'd done to him.  But the more he stared at her 
lovely mouth, the more he knew he couldn't do that.

     Besides, there was such a lovely canvas to work on!  Her
bare shoulders peeked out above the blankets, begging for 
kisses and nibbles, but not for black eyeliner.  Tugging the 
blankets slowly, he bared her breasts, eyeing them hungrily.
The cooler air brought about a favorable response, the nipples
hardening before his eyes.  Oh, so many possibilities here!  
He could write his name across both beautiful breasts, draw
 faces with the nipples as noses.....

     No.  He couldn't do that, not to her breasts.  Moving his 
hand under the blankets, he cupped the fullness of her ass, 
feeling a little possessive.  Such a close, detailed examination
 of her physical assets began to affect him as well.  Touching
her, feeling her, only made his desire stronger.  The deep, warm
well of warmth at the small of her back, the curving slope of her
hip.  He let his hand see her body under the blankets, rubbing 
across her stomach, down to the sweet spot between her legs.
He sighed, wiggling closer to her, wanting his skin to be against
hers.  His cock nestled comfortably against her, the contact both
exciting and calming him.  

     She stirred, twisting back against him, her body automatically
adjusting to fit against his.  Should he draw something on her 
smooth stomach?  Maybe trace the outline of his cock against
her thigh?  He kissed her shoulder, contemplating his next move.
Her bewitching body was his canvas this morning, and he 
suddenly found he'd lost his desire to doodle his way across it.

     Oh, well.... He tossed the eyeliner across the room into a chair,
and returned his attention to her shoulder.  Long, slow, wet kisses,
dragging his teeth across the skin ever so slightly, would, he knew,
ignite her fires.  She felt too good in his arms to allow her to sleep 
any longer.  Like Dracula, he latched on to her throat, dragging his
kiss up her neck, stopping at her jaw line, then moving to suck on 
her earlobe.  "Wake up, lover."  He whispered.  "You've got me so
very hard, it's time we do something about it......"

     She awoke to his moist breath on her neck, his tongue teasing
her earlobe, and his finger ever so gently rubbing her clit.  She 
sighed, as it was much earlier than she'd have chosen to wake up,
but she couldn't complain about the way he'd decided to wake her.
She purred, twisting to give him easier access.  However, she 
couldn't let him think that she was that easy.  "Can't this wait until
later?  We could sleep a few more hours, then fool around."

     "Woman, don't try my patience."  He growled.  The pressure on
her clit increased, and he was suing that half circle, wiggle stroke 
that she'd told him drove her nuts.  Damn, she loved it when he 
paid attention!  "And just what got you all excited this morning?"
She wondered aloud.

     He kissed her shoulder, feeling her shudder, then kissed it 
again.  "Seeing you here.  Watching you sleep.  Feeling your 
body, the softness, the special curves that belong to you.  
Having you lay here so peacefully, so beautiful....."  He left
a trail of kisses from her neck to her breast, laying his tongue
flat against her skin as he licked his way to her nipple.  He 
stopped, turing to look at her, to lock eyes with her, their 
souls meeting before he lowered his lips to suck the hard
bud into his mouth.

     She gasped, bringing her hands up to twist her fingers into
his hair.  She dared not break into laughter, though she found
it hard not to.  When he realized that she'd drawn a mustache
on him, again, he would get find a way to get back at her.  Good
thing she'd drawn it after he'd fallen asleep; if she'd waited until
this morning, she'd have been out of luck.  Of course, this time 
she'd added a little goatee......  It made her want to laugh.

     She wondered briefly if the eyeliner would rub off in the 
middle of their love making.  Then she gave up wondering 
about it, losing herself in the sensations he was sending her 
body.  If it rubbed off, there was always tomorrow..... 

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