Her grip tightened around the thick leather and he heard her smooth, slinky laugh echo down his spine and crawl into the small of his back. Her voice was like ice, when she spoke, only she wasn't speaking now.
'Hello again.'
It was his time to speak now. He looked at her, but only at her thighs because he couldn't, in all truth, bring himself to look further on up. Her thighs, though, were still beautiful. Strong and soft at the same time. He stepped closer and ran a finger over the top of her thigh.
Her grip tightened around the leather and she screamed with anticipation. The man shook his head, bent down and kissed her soft, pretty skin.
He did not look at her and she did not look at him, however. They loved each other too much.
'Let go,' he murmured, as he stroked one leg.
She gulped and the man could see she was not laughing now.
Fucking finally.
He kept his eyes lowered, so as not to see her face. Horrified, he assumed.
'I said 'let go'!' he yelled and pulled back the belt, forcing her hands to let go and brushing her cheek with the thick leather as he went.
Hell-o.