It began with a touch...the minute, imperceptible tracing of a single finger down the curve of her hip, in the soft black velvet of her dreams.
She felt his warmth...his heat against her back, and she began to stir...her eyes opening wide, unseeing in the lightlessness of the world.
Gently, he touched her eyelids, willing them to close once more...to embrace the darkness...the night, as the moist warmth of his breath waft intimately against her neck.
By force of will, unspoken, he held her fast as his hand began a lazy exploration of her breasts...fondling...stroking...circling the rigid peaks of her nipples until she felt a silken cord begin to tighten within her being.
His lips caressed the hollows of her throat...hot...wet...in the dark...in the night, as his fingers continued ever downward, stroking her heated flesh...moisture flowing unbidden between her thighs.