The room is still. Almost too still. It bears the strangest and most delicate sort of sensual calm...almost the kind that is only written about in books, but never truly felt in any sort of touchable reality. The blankets on the bed are smooth, the pillows could not be any softer -- the perfect place for two lovers to abide and pass away the hours in one another's arms.
But there was something so perfect about where we lay. Tucked down on the floor, our pillows tossed here and there, the gentle caress of a soft cotton blanket barely covering the back of our legs...the cool breeze from the window whispering over us like a strange and appropriate prelude to what is to come. Me resting gently on my stomach, my hair flooding over my back and over my shoulders. You lying beside me, Your gentle fingers tracing some strange pattern down my spine and over the curve of my full hips.
The bonds from our earlier encounter lay scattered around the room, but neither one of us is willing to move from our place to retrieve them. The heady and delicate aroma of sex and intimacy hangs like a whisper in air.
I can feel the designs becoming more and more intricate as your touch becomes lighter and lighter...as Your fingers tease right above the slopping cleft of my ass, your other hand sliding up to rest, palm down, against my cheek. Your eyes are locked into mine, as though some spell holds You fast in my gaze...no, our gaze. We are starting to melt together....to meld into one strange sort of being.
Your lips come closer to my face, resting momentarily against my forehead...starting to make their way down over my face, brushing over each of my now-closed eyelids. You lean into my ear, a gentle purring growl escaping Your mouth and flooding my senses. Gently, you reach out your fingers to brush the hair from off my shoulders, revealing my smooth, pale skin to Your sight.
