The last streaks of daylight splash across the sky as we enter the room, each from a different part of the house, from a different part of our lives. The basic pleasantries pass between us as we begin to remove our clothes for the end of the day. Loosening my tie, I turn to speak, and find myself staring, entranced as your dress slips from your shoulders, exposing your soft, alabaster skin. My tongue falters as I follow its slow descent lower, and the curve of your back comes into view, aching to be caressed. A quick shuffle of feet, and a puddle of satin gleams on the carpet.
Flustered now, the conversation continues. As I sit to remove my shoes, you glide across the room, kneeling beside me in just your skin. With a gentle touch to my chest, you lay me down and engulf my lips with your own. I can taste your tongue as it slips into my mouth, grappling with mine. Withdrawing, your lips meet the flesh of my neck, biting and sucking, moving slowly lower toward my chest. As you unbutton and lift my shirt from my body, I sigh as your mouth encircles my nipples, tongue flicking and teeth nipping at me. First one, then the other, as your hands grope for my belt. Rising slightly to help you, my pants fall to the floor and join your discarded dress. Your warm, forceful hands slide along my body as your mouth traces paths of lingering kisses lower and lower. Reaching their destination, the enticing fingers grip me tightly as your lips and tongue begin to kiss. I feel your hair brush against my stomach as you glide further down on me, swallowing me deeply into your throat, and the muscles tighten around me as I arch into you.