Twas late at night, and the drapes were cascading towards the floor- dancing sensually in the warm summer breeze.
He was a beautiful man, twenty four years of age and muscular. I gazed upon him in moonlit splendor as his bare, hard chest rose and fell as the nearly transparent sheets draped over his hipbones. his raven black hair fell partly over the side of his face, and with lips parted, he breathed deeply and steadily in his sleep.
He was so angelic. I paused and second guessed about waking him. I stood, increasingly aroused, and slowly undid my belt to my silken robe. It slinked to the floor in an instant, revealing my supple breasts and silken skin. I wore a see-through black thong, and felt them becoming moist with each passing second.
"Dante?" I whispered longingly, placing one hand upon my right breast, massaging it, and running my fingers through my golden hair -- lost in the seconds of intense carnal pleasure.
Once again, my gaze traveled across the bed and lay transfixed upon the archangel before me. I could not help but let a warm smile sweep across my lips. I remember the day we first met after all of that time speaking on the phone. We lay desiring one another, dancing around the word we both knew deep down inside. We felt those three words after those few weeks - with promises of holding one another close in times of hardships after lovemaking - moaning deeply and whimpering in the night as we touched ourselves over the phone.
"Hmm, Veron Ron?" he whispered, yawning shortly thereafter and propping his head up on his built arm. The breeze kicked up again, blowing strands of hair over one eye. I could see from the foot of the bed that his eyes shimmered in the pale moonlight. "Is everything alright?"
"Not yet," I said, crawling slowly and sensually onto the bed, straddling his thighs and leaning forward to place a kiss upon his soft lips. I could tell he was becoming aroused, for I could feel his heartbeat increasing against my chest.
