Following her into the room, he wondered. Where does she go
when I’m not with her? What goes through her mind? She turned on her heel and
smiled at him. Her loving smile reassured his once running mind. She is more
beautiful than a summer’s day. Her skin is so fair and soft. Her hair dark like the night sky. Her touch like soft cotton. Her stare wondered into him. Her eyes would
travel every inch of his body. It was lovely but he couldn't understand why he
loved her stare so much. It was intense but exciting.
As she brushed her hair over her shoulder to unzip her
dress, he couldn't help but stare at her beauty. Wanting to touch her in that
instance. As he went over and offered to
help her struggling finger tips, she seemed to be managing it all on her own.
But this confused him. Would she ever need him as much as he seemed to need
her. Would she want him in the same breath as her.
There she stood in front of the mirror , she was glancing
back at him knowing he was taking in all she was doing. His thirst for her was
all she could consume in those few minutes.
She then turned and politely asked for his help. But he looked like a
vulnerable puppy at her. What can I do to help? I cannot undo this clasp. It
held all that was sacred to her together. He was delighted at her wanting him
to get closer. Let me help with that. Her smile curved the corners of her face.
Her heart was gently moving from a gentle beat to a skipping happiness.
His hands felt cold to the touch this made the curve of her
spine move slightly. ‘I’m sorry did I hurt you? ‘ No she replied your hands are
cold. She turned around and took his hands in hers. Blew gently with her breath
on his fingers. Rubbing them then in a brushing manner to warm his blood. This
took him off guard. No woman had ever bothered to do such a thing before. His
confused look into her eyes as both of their eyes stuck to one another like
glue. They were almost hooked on the other person.
They stood in that very spot as his now warm hands took her
fallen curls away from her face. She loved what was happening but didn't want
him to see how she felt inside. He moved his hand down along her neck line. His
fingers then wondered over her shoulder.
Her body seemed to do things all on it’s own. She closed her eyes
enjoying this experience. Her lips pouting in response to his gentle
touch. He then turned her back around
and undone her clasp. She was confused now. All the touching and caressing had
stopped. In a way she wanted it but in another she didn't. He moved his hand over the area where the
clasp had been fixed. His finger tips
moving in between the marks it left on her back. With each touch she wanted more and more. She
could feel the warmth of his body coming over to hers. By now both of his hands
were working there way around her body as his breath blew down her naked back.
With one hand holding her hair up and the other gently moving along her back
she was in his cell now. A prisoner of lust she felt in that very moment.
All that covered her now was the thin lace over her lower
body. It was barely there. Her heels still on her feet which made him want her
more than ever. As he stroked her back she held his hand on her hip and then
the other hand on her other hip. Moving her flowing curves around his skin she wanted
to tease and please all in the same fowl swoop.
He knew she was excepting his gestures and he wanted to her to take
control too. As she did his face lit up
even more. She had given him permission to want her. He had given her what she
needed. Someone to want more to than devour her instantly. He wanted to get to
know her very being. His lips opened up
as if he was about to kiss her. He spoke you are so beautiful. Do you know how
you make me feel? No she replied, how do I make you feel with a soft gentle
smile. You make me feel something I have never felt before. Tell me , tell me
how I make you feel. I can not explain it in words. There is something about
you. A mystery something that no other possesses. I need you tonight. She loved he wanted her so
much. He took her by the hand and showed her the way. She followed each one of
his footsteps with curiosity. He took
her to the satin sheets and lay her down gently. He then turned to close the
door as he walked forward to do so she whispered in a soft voice. What happens
now? You tell me my dear.