The moonlight slipped through the bedroom, a suitor contending for the hand of the graceful ladies that danced against the wall...the ballet of candlelight soft and elegant. Engulfed in the sweetness of gardenias, I lie naked upon your bed, smoldering with longing. Thoughts of you kiss me, as I watch the ballet play before me...the intertwining and mating of light in the black of the night.
I hear the steady rhythm of your shower running, images of you in my mind's eye drenched in a symphony. Closing my eyes, I let the softness of the sheets that I lay upon caress my body, slipping to thoughts of your fingers lightly brushing across my bare skin, awakening it from a deep sleep. My senses fill with your presence, my body ready for your touch...a journey redefining passion, rewriting reality...quenching my thirst for you.
The song stops...I lie naked, waiting...in the hushed silence of a warm fall night, a smile touches my mouth that thirsts to drink the wine of your kiss. Only moments separate us now...after all this time...mere footsteps...before the passage to ecstasy begins. My breath catches as I hear your footsteps carry you to me...my nipples tingle with need, my body flushes with expectancy and I feel the longing build...my legs parting slightly to let the air flutter against my swollen, wet pussy...all for you.
I feel your presence as you walk silently across the room, inhaling the scent of your masculinity... quietly waiting for you to be silhouetted in the warm glow of moonlight so I might feast upon your tanned, glistening body. The hair upon your chest holding the droplets of the lingering symphony that had washed over you only minutes before. My fingers ached to touch you...to feel the softness of your skin, to glide through the notes that still cling to you...to find your manhood...delight in its velveteen softness that contrasted so sharply with the hardness I would find sheathed in the velvet.
The moonlight caught you in its spotlight, holding you before me. The passion in your eyes electrified the room, causing me to once again catch my breath and caused my legs to open wider...and you knowingly let your eyes travel over my body, that was calling to you...from my parted lips ready for you kiss, to my breasts begging for your touch, to my pussy shimmering with my already flowing juices.
You returned your eyes to mine, hypnotizing me, whispering to my spirit. How well you know me...for to claim my body completely you must first become a lover of my soul. For then your body will take mine to yours, your waves of pleasure mine, mine yours...two heartbeats one...as you become my breath...my breath becomes yours...every sense awaken to the deepest depth...even our souls become lovers, joining us...carrying us to the place few ever go...Deeper and deeper you travel, through the flesh to my spirit, that waits, arms open to receive you...ready to soar with you.
My name falls from your lips in a soft whisper just as your spirit takes mine, a rainbow of colors exploding around us. You never break your gaze from my eyes as you lower yourself over me, whispering my name. Our spirits now joined, I reach up to receive the gift of your mouth claiming mine...feeling the heat of our bodies meet even before flesh met flesh.
Your fingers wrapped through my hair that fanned out across the pillow, a subtle claiming of me as your lips brushed lightly across my forehead and then down my cheek, gently kissing the teardrop that had escaped when you first touched my spirit...even in that gentle gesture, my body flamed. Your eyes caught mine, your smile settling deep within me before you brought your mouth to mine once again...the sweetest wine I have ever tasted...and I greedily drank of your kiss.
My fingers lightly play across your back...taking in your strength before they glide across your chest...wrapping through the hair that covers you, feeling the song that plays in the droplets for it now keeps rhythm with the beating of your heart...floating across your nipples...I smile beneath your kiss as your nipples harden at my touch. Just as your nipples respond to me, I feel my nipples harden to the calling of your flesh...and I bring my harden nipple to yours, brushing nipple against nipple...they respond in unison...each taunt...the tingling traveling back and forth between us. You drop your head to my breast and fervently take my harden nipple in you mouth, your tongue flicking across the tautness, then suckle...first gently...then with a fevered passion...my other nipple the willing prisoner of your fingers, tweaking and rolling the nipple between them. Back and forth you claimed them...always taking me just to the edge of pleasurable pain before releasing the nipple and reclaiming the other...my heartbeat echoing throughout the room...reaching out to grasp yours...
As you claimed my breasts for your own...branding them with your kiss... I continue to delight in the feel of your nipples beneath my fingers, enjoying how they responded to my teasing...my other hand traveled the length of your torso...memorizing the feel of your skin burning against my touch...until I found your throbbing cock...the skin that held my lust soft as the petals of a rose. My breath caught in my throat...veins pulsating, alive with sensation...hard and soft...so much contrast yet so perfect. Slowly I rediscover your manhood...lightly running my fingers the length of your shaft...you moan beneath my exploration, sucking harder at my breast...over and over my fingers tease you...barely touching you...outlining the bulging veins, lost in the contrast between your softness and hardness. My hand wraps gently around you, you gasp as I encase your cock...and begin leisurely taking control of your pleasure.
Your heart beat catches mine and your hands begin the descent down my body as your mouth comes to claim mine once again...tongues dancing in slow seduction...you take great pleasure in my silky softness...and my body quivers beneath your touch, back arching, silently urging you to touch your finger to my clit, to open me and let my wetness run over your fingers. Your breath becomes mine...another joining, subtle, natural...and still our bodies' burn for release in the coupling that would come.
Your finger brushed lightly against my clit, a moan escaping my lips, my body pushing towards you... "Please touch me..." my voice a whisper, husky with need pleads. Your thumb finds its home against my clit, a gentle circular motion, before opening me and slowly thrusting a finger deep within me...my juices flowing like a river from me. My hand on your cock quickly matches the rhythm of your finger deftly fucking me. Your breath comes hot against my neck, two fingers probing deep inside... your thumb doing its magic on my clit.
