I pull you into my bedroom - filled with darkness. Light is only provided by the candles on the dresser on the headboard of the bed. Dark sheets on the mattress pulled back to welcome new bedfellows. The smell of something floral in the air - perhaps caused by a candle. The air is not warm, but comfortably cool.
Trembling, I push your shirt over your head and drop it to the floor. I softly press my lips to your neck and trail my tongue down your chest. Running my hands over your soft, hard skin down to your belly button. My lips slowly and softly trace the fine path of hair down to your midsection.
I fall to my knees, licking the skin along the waistline of your jeans. Unbuttoning them slowly, I run my hands along the backsides of your legs...kissing the skin as I bare it - unzipping your pants and yanking them to the floor.
I look up at you, into your eyes, as I rub my palm across your erection through your boxer-briefs. Holding your gaze, I slide the garment down your legs...licking your thighs, feeling your cock against my face. I can feel your heat, your hardness, against my skin.
Standing up, I move away, and order "Get on the bed."