We're together... the stage is set. A fire in the fireplace, a good bottle of brandy... tidbits and finger foods on a tray nearby along with a cozy nest of throw pillows on the floor giving us a winter cabin's paradise in the middle of your living room.
We're dancing... bodies held close... swaying slowly to the sound of the music the rain plays for only the two of us hear. You dip your head to smell my hair, held off my neck with one clip... your lips locating the cord of my neck just below my ear... wolf-like smelling the blood that pulses there and brushing over it lightly... following the flow... bathing it in your hot breath... the sheer intimacy of the act sending a spark of electricity through my entire body and making my knees weak for just a split second... long enough for you to dip me, removing my balance... making me completely dependent on you as your head dips even lower to plant one long, soft, scent inhaling kiss in the cleavage exposed by my dress. Bringing me back to my feet we stop swaying... our eyes locked... souls exposed... recognized... reminded. Your face slowly nears mine... and our lips meet... finally... just barely brushing against each other... tongue tips just barely brushing here and there... tasting... tentative... wanting... needing... restrained.
Your fingers find the single clasp behind my neck that holds my backless dress together and unfastens it... the soft silk sliding smoothly over the hills and valleys of my body... caressing... stroking... finally coming to rest around my feet in a puddle. Your fingers in my hair, finding and releasing the clip that sends my hair tumbling after my dress... stopping at the middle of my back... silky... your fingers drawn to it... tangling in it... tugging. You allow one hand to reluctantly leave my hair... the fingers brushing lightly over my skin... down my neck, over my shoulder, along my collarbone and down over the curve of my breasts and you lower me gently to the floor at the sharp intake of my breath as my nipples harden into painful tightness when one finger brushes over... your body following mine closely as you settle me upon the pillows in front of the fire. Rising quickly... before you can succumb to my scent once again you stand and remove your clothes... watching me stretch... catlike... coming to rest with thighs allowed to fall to the sides invitingly as they lay parted... relaxed... ready.
When you're finally naked you move to my feet... lifting my right leg... your nose brushing over the only thing I'm still wearing, the new leather of my shoe... the high heeled design shaping my foot... elongating my calf... the ankle straps accentuating the shapely line of my leg. Your lips brush over my ankle... following the blood... losing the scent briefly at my calf... picking up the trail again as you reach the back of my knee where the skin is thin... the scent strong... your control snapping for just a moment as you nip sharply and then soothe the sting immediately with your hot tongue. You linger briefly, quickly brushing over my lower thigh... becoming more involved at my middle thigh... ravenous by the time you've reached my upper thigh and pure animalistic need consumes you as your mouth closes hungrily over my slit... tasting me for the first time, unable to hold back another moment. Your tongue plunges in deep, entering the center of my pussy roughly... invading... exciting... collecting moisture... spreading... wriggling slowly up the slit... parting the lips... finally brushing over the hard nub of my clit, feeling the blood rushing into it... pulling away to look down and watch it swell... fully engorged in seconds... my hips thrusting forward out of pure need... seeking another lick of your tongue.
