A Rose

The preparation has been completed and he retreats to his place of concealment. Feeling he has not overlooked a single detail and that she will play into his plans, he settles in for the wait. The anticipation of what is to come will stoke the fire within him while he waits and watches. Speaking of watching, he moves slightly to his left, so that he has a clear view of where she will stand by the bed, when she sees what he left for her. Knowing her, once she sees it, she won't be able to resist.

The minutes pass by tortuously slow, alone with his mind. There in the dark his thoughts began to drift to what he had set up, playing upon the doubts of a perfectionist. When he finished setting everything up, he was confident nothing had been missed. But now, even with each detail crystal clear before his eyes, even though most were out of sight, he begins to wonder. Did he do enough to ensure that she will do what he wants. The nervous anticipation gnaws at him as he impatiently waits for his conquest to appear. She would soon be here, and she would soon be his to play with.

"Finally!" he thinks to himself as he hears the scraping of keys in lock and the clicking of said lock being undone. His pulse immediately quickens as he now knows the object of his obsessive desire will be in view in a matter of moments. If all goes to plan, she will willingly fall into his game and be his to enjoy.

Soft, delicate fingers wrap around the brass doorknob, gripping and twisting to the right. With a subtle shove the heavy oak door swings creakily open before her. With the motion, a cool breeze chases between her long shapely legs into the open space created by fresh breach. Even with the insulation of her knee-high stockings, the unexpected coolness chilled her skin to the point of raising goosebumps. Stepping through the entrance, her eyes find the usual trappings and her ears detect nothing but the ticking of the hallway clock. Her nose, though, is the first sense to become aware of the presence of... more. Sniffing, she finds something different, something floral, in the air that she can't quite define.

Following the scent, she meanders down the hallway, not really watching as she steps. The aroma of flowers now fills her nostrils, enrapturing like she was sitting in a garden on a summer day. As she steps down the hall, she hears a hushed sound, instead of the thud of her shoe on hardwood. Looking down, she sees the rose petals that are strewn across the floor, and now places just what the alluring fragrance is.

She pursues the trail of velvety red blooms down the hall, captivated by their aromatics, as they lure her to the bedroom like she is following the pied piper.

Gliding in, vision fixed on the floor, she watches the path of petals wind to the right and terminate at the foot of the bed. Raising her gaze to the corner of the bed, her eyes don't miss where they were being directed. Upon the luxurious, emerald green Egyptian cotton sheets, lies a single black silk scarf entwining a folded piece of paper. She approaches the bed curiously and bends down. With her blouse falling open at the undone top buttons, she scoops up the paper, letting the silk fabric fall to the sheets. Opening the creased paper, there are only two simple lines written in richly textured calligraphy on the plain white background:

"Put me on. Take everything else off"

She glances around the room but seems to be alone. Never one to shy from an adventure she starts unbuttoning her blouse. As her fingers free the second to last button, she can't help but sense there are eyes upon her. But instead of unnerving her, it only pushes she forward. Releasing the final button, she makes a slight production of arching her back to let the soft cotton fabric slide off her shoulders, down her arms and to the floor, in case she does have an audience.

Safely shrouded in the shadows of the closet, he focuses intently on his silence. As the beautiful woman enters the room, his gaze fixes upon her soft pale skin. As she reaches for his note, the tip forward to do so gives him a fleeting glance down her shirt to her perfect petite breasts, nestled in the red embrace of her bra's lacy cups.

He feels the hunger build within him but pushes it back down. For, he knows if she plays along, that glimpse will be nothing compared to what is to follow. As he watches her delicate hands opening her blouse, he doesn't have to wait long to be tantalized further. When her shirt falls to the floor her motion pushes those glorious mounds upward, and he longs to hold them, squeeze and bite them, but not yet.

Lustily, he peers through the slats of the closet door watching as she bends at the waist. Her flat, magnificently smooth stomach constricting while she slides her hands down the stocking on her right leg, to her black heeled boot. With a quick flick of her fingers, she unsnaps them and slides her foot free.

Wondering if her lover is watching, she seductively drags her hands slowly back up her calf, then thigh and slightly hike her skirt. The action serves to raise the black satin fabric just enough to expose her milky white skin above the tops of her stockings. Lifting her right leg, she places her foot upon the bed and proceed to slowly roll her stocking down, taking her time to savor the sensation of the sheer fabric rolling across her smooth skin. After repeating the process with her left leg, making sure to let it swing wider than necessary to open a view to the red lace beneath her skirt, that is where she shifts her attention. Pinching the zipper at her side, she slowly tugs it down until the fabric wrapping is loose enough to slide off.

Watching the black stockings slide down her pale skin, the fire in him begins burning hotter. When her leg reached the bed and he glimpsed the lacy red panties, he felt his hard cock straining against the fabric of his pants. Biting hard on his lip, it takes all his willpower to not burst into the room and take her right there, but he stands firm. As her skirt hits the floor, he revels in the perfection of femininity standing there. Matching red lace bra and panties standing in sharp contrast against soft white skin. How he longs to feel that skin, to taste it, but he must continue to have patience. Shaking himself from his momentary reverie, he refocuses as she drops her bra free, her nipples hardened pink points on her perky pale breasts. As she loops thumbs inside the band of red lace at her waist, she sensually slides free of the last stitch of clothing her clothing for the evening.

Standing naked beside the bed, she reaches down and retrieve the silk scarf. Her radiant eyes take one last inventory of the room, before she plunges herself into blackness by wrapping it around her head. The sweet fabric caresses her cheeks as it settles over her eyes and she pull it tight, securing it with a firm knot behind her head.

"Lie down" the sultry baritone echoes across the room. The low volume and natural bass of the voice the only reason the sudden disruption of the silence didn't startle her. Eagerly doing as command, she reaches out, feels for the bed beside her and feeling the sheets, lowers herself onto the soft embrace of the fine bedding.

With her lying gracefully on the bed, her lean frame drawing his lustful gaze, he quietly slides the closet open with his left hand and emerges. He crosses to the bed and pauses momentarily to admire the goddess lying before him. He traces the subtle curves of her body with his eyes and, as he looks upon the neatly trimmed patch of hair above the definition of her womanhood, the urge to free his manhood and mount her is nearly impossible to resist. Instead, he shakes himself from the trance and ends the risk of losing himself in her beauty and giving into his base desires. He reminds himself he did not do all this for an immediate release. Leaning forward he extends his right hand and the delicate object in its grasp.

She can't see, but every other sense tells her someone is hovering beside her. She can feel the warmth of his presence upon her cool, bare skin. The waft of his cologne, combined with the smell that is just HIM, fills her nostrils, and she reflexively lick her lips and the anticipatory tension releases from her body. She hears the rustling of his clothes growing louder, indicating he is getting near.

The anticipation of his touch, his lips upon her, fills her with an inferno of desire. Part of her wants to tear off the blindfold and jump him where he stands. Resistance is easy for her, though, as she would never dishonor the effort he put into this for such instant gratification. So, she lay there, in rapturous agony, tormented by the uncertainty and teased by the anticipation. The hunger building with each second that feels like an eternity in their passing, as she longs for his touch

Just as she feels she going to burst out of her skin, the most delicate sensation she has ever known grazes down her cheek and to her chin. As the soft caress moves across her lips, the fragrance she inhales informs her that a single rose is being traced across her face. She feels her body shudder as the rose is navigated along her jawline and whisper-soft, brushes her earlobe. Its gentle touch sends tendrils of electric chills radiating through her as he draws the flower down the tender slope of her neck and then across her collarbone.

As the silky caress of the rose encircles her firm breast, the touch of it gliding first around her areola, then her erect nipple, draws a sigh of contented pleasure from her lips. Feeling the sensuous snaking of the flowery teaser tenderly traipsing along the skin of her toned stomach, she finds herself gently biting her lower lip. When the rose reaches her pelvis, she become aware of the growing wetness betwixt her legs the gentle teasing has induced. Then, as he moves the flower in his hand over the flower between her legs, she can feel the heat blooming from her to meet the bloom upon her, as projections of sweet sensations ascend her abdomen and travel along her spine.

With the petals now passing down the tender skin of her inner thigh, the desire to be touched by his hands mounting within her, she grabs fistfuls of sheet in both hands. Focusing on the rapturous sensuality spreading through her, she thrills in the teasing, but is desperate for more.

The shift in the bedding draws his attention and he sees the tensing of her arms as she balls her hands in the dark green cotton. Knowing she is on the edge of her restraint to play along, he works the rich red rose down her shin and along the top of her foot. As his flower approaches its final destination, he softly cups her left heel and raises her leg off the bed. Passing the petaled purveyor of pleasure over her toes, he discards it carefully on the floor and lowers his mouth to the airborne appendage. Extending his tongue, he runs it along the curved instep of her foot before looping around her big toe.

The feeling of his tongue upon her flesh sends shivers of pleasure shooting along the length of her leg, and when he pulls her toes into his mouth the gentle suction drives her mad with lust. She feels her firm ass clench as the muscles in her legs tighten in response to the erotic stimulus permeating from her foot. Thankfully, he wastes no time running his strong, powerful hands up her leg, while his tongue chases a path up her inner calf and thigh. Nearing her mid-thigh with his mouth, and her leg now no longer needing the support his hands leave her momentarily, but the gentle bite on her thigh makes she barely notice.

Her sharp inhalation and subsequent moan let him know what he is doing is appreciated, as it almost always is. She feels the bed shift as he climbs on, and she can feel the tug of sheets beneath her bottom. The change in weight tells her that he is between her legs, a suspicion immediately confirmed by the angle at which his nails gently rake down the insides of both thighs. She reflexively lifts forward and reaches for him, but he catches her delicate wrists in strong, but equally delicate grips. Easing her down, his fingers trace up her arms and she feel his weight shift over her. His muscular chest presses against her pelvis and she raise her hips to grind once into him, electricity firing through her groin.

Quickly that moment becomes an afterthought as she feels the warm, wet pressure of his tongue pushing along the edge of her breast as he kisses his way towards the nipple raised upon it. Reaching it he flicks the tip of his tongue across it once before taking it into his mouth. For the second time in moments, (or has it been hours? Time has lost meaning to her), the firm suction he applies to her body sends ecstasy careening through her.

Pulling up from the bed and releasing her breast with an audible pop, he shifts quickly upward, his fully rigid erection pushing against her vagina as he presses lips against hers. As his tongue slides into her mouth entwining with hers, her hands grip the back of his head as she greedily tries to devour him.

With no regard of trivial things like air, her passionate kiss extends in seemingly endless embrace before he finally pulls away, leaving her gasping. Not one to waste building momentum, he moves to the side of her face and runs his lips along her earlobe, again sending shivers through her.

As his teeth bite gently down upon her ear, she feels two powerful fingers slide deep within her, penetrating the soft wetness as they are welcomed inside. She groans in ecstasy at the feeling of his digits pulsing in her and she rock her hips to increase their impact. So completely enraptured in her pelvic pleasure she barely noticed him shifting down her torso until her stomach felt the absence of his heft upon it. As his left hand continued its movements inside her, his right grazes along the top of her pubis and suddenly, amazingly soft fingers began tracing her other lips.

As they reach the apex of her pussy, the tips of his fingers locate their target. Spreading open her lips with his fingers, she feels the shooting warmth up her body as his thumb begins slowly massaging her clit. Applying soft but steady pressure, his working it side to side begets pulsing waves of ecstasy roiling through she, only intensified by the dexterous penetration further below. Her moaning intensifying and her legs beginning to tremble at his touch, she can feel his pace with both hands quicken. As they do, she the pressure within her begins to build, only slightly relieved with each spasmodic wave coursing through her. "Oh my God, don't stop," she breathily pleads. But just as she issues the request, his thumb does the exact opposite.

However, one excruciating second later, the void its absence left, was filled by something better. Soft warm fleshy tongue now finds itself whirling around her clit. Even without the blindfold she couldn't see straight now, just the fireworks exploding in her mind. Screaming his name and digging her nails into his broad, muscular shoulders, she becomes nothing but the rapture rioting in every nerve and fiber of her being. Just as she felt herself coming to that ultimate crescendo, he sensed the moments arrival as well. Wrapping his lips around it, he gives her clit one semi hard, suction backed tug, while curling is fingers deeper inside of her.

The dual sensations and intensity of them triggers a series of explosive orgasms that impact not only her body, but her very soul. Hardly aware, she practically lifts from the bed before releasing her grip on him and crashing back to the sheets, body twitching with delight. Conscious not to overstimulate, he withdraws his fingers and traces soft, wet lines along her thigh, trailing tingling euphoria in their wake.

Breath ragged, unable to move or form coherent thought, she lays there and barely feels him glide beside her. His gentle touch brushing her cheek, he raises the blindfold from her eyes. Blinking away the light as her vision adjusts, two beautiful, ice-blue pools shimmer inches from her, their loving gaze speaking woodless novels of affection. With a gentle kiss upon her lips, he tucked himself beside she, content to let she bask in the afterglow of their session.