A cool mist floats across the pavement as you make your way to the front door. It's been a long exhausting day. Thoughts of a home cooked meal, a hot shower and some relaxing fill your mind. She'll be waiting for you, with a welcoming smile and a soft kiss. A simple thing, but you've come to expect the warmth of routine.
You open the door and are greeted by a quiet melody drifting from a candle lit room. The scent of jasmine flows through the air as your eyes scan the surroundings. On the floor is a blanket, spread beneath a single closed basket. A warm glow emanates from the fireplace, and candles dripping freshly lit wax adorn every table and shelf. Through the dancing shadows, movement draws your eyes to the opposite side of the room.
Your eyes follow curve upon curve of soft flesh. She's standing there, leaning seductively against the hallway entrance. She smiles and nods to the forgotten door. You quickly fumble to get it closed, without taking your eyes away. Suddenly, you no longer feel tired. Your body awakens to the same hungry fire you see in her deep eyes.
She saunters over to you, wrapping her arms around your neck. The soft silk that barely covers her body rustles softly as she pushes herself fully against you. Her lips brush ever so slightly against your own. She pulls away and takes your hand. Letting her guide you across the floor, you begin frantically pulling at the buttons on your shirt. She softly chuckles and pushes your hands away. It's obvious she's the one who's going to be in charge.
Your breath is a tangle of confusion and excitement. Your heart vibrates in your throat. Every movement she makes is filled with purpose. Words have no place here. Time has no meaning. Only you and she exist in the exotic world she created.
Sitting you down on the blanket, she curls herself beside you. Slowly, she reaches under the blanket and retrieves a hidden blind fold. A smile spreads across her lips as she reaches up and ties the clothe around your eyes. Her hands glide across your chest and down your arms. She leans forward and softly kisses your jaw line, then down your neck. As her soft kisses caress your skin, she slowly unbuttons your shirt. Pushing it off your arms, you feel her move against you; pressing her breasts against your face.
All you can do is drink in the feel of her, the scent of her being. You feel her own heart pulsing against you. Her breath is steady, if a bit shaky. Pulling back, she drags her hand down your stomach, tracing a line down to your waist band. With the same slow care, she unbuckles your pants and pulls them open. She guides you to lay down. Removing your shoes and socks, one at a time, she moves her hands up and down your legs. She draws lazy circles on the inside of your thighs before she begins to tug away your pants.
You wiggle and help her remove the intrusive garment, and try to do the same with your underwear. She grabs your hands and pushes them down beside your body. Leaning close to your ear, she whispers, "Uh-uh. You're mine." Her tongue softly traces your earlobe before she gently nibbles. You can hear her silent chuckle as her teeth send shivers across your body.
She moves away and you can hear some rustling around. She's pulling something out of the basket you saw earlier. You shiver with anticipation. You hear a hiss as a match is struck and a candle is lit. She straddles your hips, placing one hand on your lower abdomen. She places her knees on the outside of your body, pinning your arms to your sides.
You gasp as something wet and cold glides across your chest. Your senses whirl with confusion. Putting the ice aside, she bends forward and licks the wet lines, leaving trails of warm breath behind. Her hands move up and down your arms, chest and across your shoulders. She slips her fingers under your waste band and traces from side to side. Each stroke moves lower and lower. She gently pushes her hips into yours, grinding her pelvis into you. She quietly moans, taking pleasure from your growing hardness.
She reaches for the basket and pulls something else from it's hidden depths. You breath quickens. Your ears strain for any sound that might hint what she'll do next. A strange sound precedes a warm wetness slowly spreading across your chest. As she rubs it into your skin it grows warmer. She moves around for a moment, and then leans forward. Her naked breasts slide against your skin, massaging the oil. You feel her hardened nipples as she moves, her hands gripping your shoulders for support. She shifts her legs and lays flat against you. Her own desire meshes with yours.
You slide your hands free and begin rubbing her back. She begins to grind her body into yours. Small gasps escape her lips. You place your hands on her hips and help her move, quickening the pace. You firmly press her hips into yours. She tries to slow her movement, tries to pull away. Your strong grasp tightens, putting her at your mercy now.
