You come home and find a note from me, lying on the table. With directions and an address, with a time to be there. . . .
And a box.
A box containing a slinky black dress.
A dress and a note.
Amongst scattered rose petals.
A note simply saying: "This and nothing else. XOXO"
You pull up to a darkened house. In a neighborhood of darkened homes. Your only company along the drive, a full moon playing peek-a-boo
with you, behind silken clouds, and the dimly glowing streetlights. As you lean over to see the house address better, that's when you notice. . .
The pathway of flickering candles. Flickering, beckoning. . .Enticing.
Leading to the back yard and through a trellis gate overgrown with roses.
Your heart starts beating faster. . .
As you step out of the car, the dress sways around you. An eager dancer that needs no music.
No music other than that which is made with your every sway, every roll of your hips.
Standing in the moonlight, you're highlighted, bathed in silver radiance. A fallen angel about to spread blackened wings.
Beauty beyond this world.
The glossy darkness of your hair catches the light and shimmers.
The rich caramel of your skin, darkened, glows with a silken lustre.
The dress. . .The dress is black flame, star kissed and moon bathed, form fitting, a second skin.
Hiding the last of your marvels, amplifying others.
An image enough to be ever seared, lastingly into any mind.
At the sight of you, the breath catches in my throat. Hard. A tremor runs through me.
Of longing. . .Of Desire. . .
Need.
My muscles tighten in anticipation. A dull roar fills my ears. . . .Blood rushing. . .
Stepping out of the car, the smell of roses and lilacs encloses you in a heady cloud.
There is a silky warmth to the air, a crisp cleanness. The smell of fresh grass, the trees,
the flowers. . . The night. Envelopes you.
The air is a warm caress, kissing your every contour.
As the air kisses your most tender of lips, a shiver tumbles its way up your spine and goosebumps
break out across the backs of your silken thighs.
Your heart pulses hard.
The grass is plush beneath your feet, tantalizing, teasing.
A breeze whispers through the leaves of the drooping willow nearby, a raspy whisper full of promises.
You walk the candlelit walkway, created just for you.
The heat teases along your legs.
The light reveals the carpet of roses laid out for you.
Soft and velvety. Moist as you step upon them. Each step releasing more fragrance.
Lifted skyward by the flames, caressing you as it rises, . . . lingering.
An angel swaying through fallen flowers. . .
Flowers given up their beauty in deference to hers. . .
Flames. Highlighting, wreathing. Bathing.
Her dark ambiance become a living thing, swaying, sashaying.
His heart threatens to burst at the sight, a vision beyond fantasy.
Beyond belief. And his. . .All his. Mine. Forever.
You don't walk along the candlelit path, so much as float. Surreal by definition.
Through the gate you go, leaves brushing, clinging almost hungrily.
And who can blame them.
Your candle strewn bed of flowers leads you to the hot tub.
Candle encircled, and illumined. Petal scattered.
Music is playing, words just out of reach, a beat that thumps inside your chest all the same.
You smell me a second before the tips of my fingers trace up your hands, up your arms to grip your shoulders and pull you back against me.
Your favorite of my cologne.
My arms tighten around you, muscle hardening, holding you to me tightly.
Face buried in your silken hair, inhaling your smell. . . Lips kiss their way down, around to your left ear.
Lips find your ear, breath hot and heavy against you. "Mmmmm. How you doin' ", rumbles out. My voice roughened by the burning need for you.
And with you so very close. . .
You giggle and grind your ass back against me. Noticing just how very much I have noticed you.
Leaning forward against my arms, I let you go to spin you around, facing me.
Your arms slide around me, fingers clenching against me, pressing yourself as tightly to me as you can.
My arms encircle you once more, molding themselves to you. Needing the feel of you. Savoring it. . . Savoring you.
A moan rumbles forth. You feel the vibration through my chest, where your head rests, even as you hear it.
Cupping your ass, my fingers begin kneading their way upwards. Clenching. Rubbing. Massaging. Up your deliciously firm ass. Up the muscles
of your sleek back, to the silken glory of your shoulders.
Savoring every inch, every glimpse of muscle hidden beneath the silken fabric. Fingers sensitive enough to almost be eyes. Eyes exploring you.
Eyes filled with disbelief and wonder. Filled with a hunger so bone deep nothing else matters.
The world narrows down to the smell of you and the feel of your body. Both against me and beneath my fingers. You encompass the entirety of my world.
And I wouldn't have it any other way. . .
Minutes stretch into what seems an eternity.
Me lost in the smell and sensation of having you in my arms, under my hands.
You lost in the smell of me, my reality, the sense of security. . . of belonging.
And of course my hands.
I pull back. Just far enough to cup your face between my hands.
I gaze down into your eyes. The eyes of the woman that completes me. The most beautiful eyes I've ever seen.
Held in the most beautiful face I could ever imagine.
My heart beats painfully as the enormity of how blessed I am hits home.
Eyes trace your face. Your lips. The curve of your cheek. Stare into your eyes, eyes so full of love and wonder.
And somehow, I love you even more.
For how could I not, when confronted with the reality. Your reality.
The reality of a dream coming true. A dream I can touch with mine own two hands.
Tears are threatening as I lean forward. Forward, to take your lips with mine. One hand pressing against your lower back.
The other holding your face to mine. Needing your mouth, your taste. Needing you in a way that's painful. Consuming.
"Give me your tongue, baby, pleease. I need you"
And you do.
Lightning rockets through me at the taste of your mouth, the feel of you against me.
