Standing there at your bedroom door, I fidget a little, watching you light the last of the many candles in the room. It is aglow with a soft shimmering light. The bed has fresh hunter green sheets on it with rose petals thrown across it making an invitingly soft haven for us. Vases of roses stand on the bedside tables, along with a bucket with a bottle of champagne and two crystal glasses. There is a plate with a cover sitting beside the bucket. I am amazed by your thoughtfulness, down to every last detail, and a smile plays on my lips.
But I am still nervous. I know you....but I don't. We played this scene a hundred times, this and so many others. But I never touched you till today. Our minds had touched, even our voices over the telephone, but I never felt the touch of your skin until I felt you reach your hand out to mine at the restaurant this evening. Your pictures could never do you justice. Your words sound so much sweeter coming directly from your lips. I knew that all those months of our chatting had been wonderfully preparing me for this night, in your arms.
You turn around to look at me. The firelight dances in your eyes. As you walk toward me I notice that you look so handsome in your black silk robe and boxers. Stopping two steps away from me, your eyes look me up and down.
"Please turn around," you ask.
Slowly I turn for you. The hem of my long cream colored robe and gown brushing softly against my bare ankles. When you had asked me questions, I remember you asking me my measurements, but I never dreamed it would be to clothe me in such a beautiful outfit for our first night together. Stopping, I face you once again, a soft blush on my cheeks.
You take a step closer to me, not quite touching, but close enough to feel the heat from your body. You lay a hand on my cheek. Tilting my head to brush my skin against yours, I close my eyes to the pleasure. Your lips touch mine, just a feather of a kiss. Then it is gone. My eyes open to look deep into yours. I see a passion burning there, and I know there is one in my eyes too.
Taking the final step, you take me in your arms. My arms wind around you, holding you close to me. You press your body to mine as you claim my lips with a passionate kiss. Your tongue dancing across my lips as you kiss me, begging for me to open to you. Letting you enter, your tongue softly searching for mine. The tips meet and begin to play a game of hide and seek, touching then retreating.
Your hand runs up and down my side, feeling the silky material excite my skin. You move your hand up to brush across the side of my breast, softly caressing it, inching slowly up my neck. You touch my face briefly, and move your hand to my hair. Tugging out the pins holding my curls, they tumble around my shoulders in a golden waterfall. Your hand dives deep into my hair, holding the back of my head, pressing me slightly closer to your kiss.
You step back, and I look deep into your eyes. I can see the passion raging there, the wanting and needing.
"Come with me?" you ask, holding out a hand to me. You lead me to the bed. Walking around behind me, your hands resting on my shoulders as you whisper into my ear. "Tonight is just the beginning my love."
My body tingles as you draw the robe from my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. You sweep my hair aside and place a kiss behind my ear. Sighing, I close my eyes to the sensation. You move your lips down my neck and across my almost bare shoulder, slowly moving the strap that is there off and down to my arm. Your lips trail soft kisses over my skin, my body tingling where you touch me. Your other hand slowly sliding the strap down on that side as well. Your hands move from my arms to rest softly on the lace that is covering the tops of my breasts, and you gently pull me back into you. Your chest against me and your breath warm next to my ear.
"You are so sexy my love, and I have waited too long." The words make my body shiver with desire. "But I will wait, just a bit more, till I have given you all the pleasures I have promised."
Your lips suckle softly at my neck and your hands press my breasts, softly grabbing and squeezing. You nip gently at my neck and I smile. Reaching down to pick me up in your arms, you hold me close to you. Our eyes lock as you lower me to the bed and sit beside me. I see the passion and wanting there reflecting from my own eyes. Your fingertips brush across my cheek and you smile at me.
You reach for the bottle and pour a glass full, handing it gently to me. Taking it, I sip at the champagne. Watching me, you lean forward to lick at my lips, tasting. Take another sip, I offer you my mouth. Your lips meet mine and you suck the liquid between my lips into your waiting mouth.
Leaning back, you smile at me. You reach over to the table and uncover the plate sitting there. I look and see big bright strawberries. You take one by the stem in your fingers and drag it across the stiff mound of whipped cream in the dish on the plate. As you bring it to my lips, I open my mouth slightly and bite down on the ripe fruit. A bit of juice runs down my chin and peaks of white stay on my lips. Your tongue quickly licks up the juice and up and across my lips, only to end in another soft kiss. You offer the strawberry to me again, feeding and licking me, tasting both the sweet fruit and my mouth. One after another, we share the sweet taste. You offer me my glass again, washing away the sweetness, feeling the tartness of the champagne tingle on my tongue.
As I sit there, your hand reaches down to cautiously raise the hem of my gown. Smiling at you, I give you permission. Slipping underneath and caressing my leg, your hand pushes the hem up higher. It moves gently up my calf, over my knee to my thigh. It rests there and you lean in for another kiss. Passionately we kiss, and I will your hand to move higher, to feel the warmth hidden there. Your hand inches higher till your fingertips brush across the fabric that covers my mound. I gasp at the fluttering touch.
Standing up, you pull me with you. Your hands softly brush across my shoulders and down my arms. Your fingertips run across the tops of my breast, pushing the lace gently down them, until my nipples peek out the top. Your head bends down slightly to place a soft kiss on the top of each mound. You push the lace and material down, over my breast, baring them to your gaze. You smile.
"So lovely," you whisper. The palms of your hands cover the nipples and your fingers squeeze gently.
You push the gown down, past my stomach, over my hips, till it slips down, forming a pool at my feet. Stepping back, you stare at me in the candlelight. A blush comes to my cheeks, and I look down, nervous and worried of your thoughts. Your fingertips touch under my chin and you raise my face to look into my eyes.
"You are so beautiful."
I reach out to touch you. Pushing the robe from your shoulder, I feel the heat of your body. It slides to the floor with mine. My hand trails down your chest, touching you tentatively. You grasp my hand and hold it tight to your heart. I feel it beating, fast, hard. Stepping closer to me, you kiss me passionately, our bodies pressing together. You lay me back down, letting your eyes wander over my body again.
Sitting beside me, you reach into the ice bucket. You place a piece of the ice to my lips, watching me suck at it. Your hands trail the ice down my throat, and across my breast, teasing at one of the nipples standing erect for you. The water drips down the side of my breast. Taking the ice away, you swoop down to suck the nipple into your mouth, covering it with warmth. I breathe a shaky sigh. Your hand moves the ice to the other nipple that you give the similar attention. My body squirms on the sheet, the rose petals beneath me giving off their strong perfume.