Approaching his door I feel an anxious, nervous shimmer in my stomach. I knock lightly, almost afraid, or perhaps merely unsure. I'm not certain where these feelings are coming from, I hadn't expected to feel such trepidation. The door opens to his familiar "Hi" as I'm greeted. Smiling he steps aside to let me in. As I walk past him, his scent envelopes me - and I'm immediately at ease in his presence, at last.
He takes my coat off my shoulders, sliding it down my arms. We chat amiably as my coat is hung in the closet. Turning to give me one of his warmest embraces, and a sweet kiss hello.
Turning and walking into the kitchen, I follow closely behind. A bottle of wine is waiting, empty glass sitting next to it ... expecting its' fill.
"Just half a glass for now - after all it's still early." I thank him taking the glass from his hand, our fingers touch in a simple quiet caress. The first lingering taste, feeling the wine as it warms my tongue, slips smoothly down my throat. The heat in my stomach soon spreads through my body as I enjoy each savory sip. Not long after my second glass, I begin to feel the familiar weakness in my legs. I lean against the wall, listening to him as he tells me about his week. Watching him talk, looking into his eyes, at his mouth, smiling when he smiles, laughing at his anecdotes.
In turn, I try to share what's been happening to me in the past week, but as I speak I soon realize there isn't much that I care to share at this moment. I stop speaking, take a step closer, and reach my hand up to caress his cheek. Slipping my hand around to the back of his neck, drawing him closer to me, tipping my head back to greet his lips. Meeting his mouth in a slow, tender, lingering kiss. The tip of my tongue slips between his lips, just enough to taste, enough to tease. I draw away and turn to walk down the hall towards the bedroom. The familiar room where we have shared too few intimate nights.
Setting my glass of wine on the dresser, I stop in front of the mirror to run my hands through my hair. In the reflection I see him quietly step into the room. Dropping my arms to my side, I watch as he moves close behind me, my breath catches in my throat. Soon his body is against mine, his arms slip around me, warming me. His head lowers to the crook of my neck where he nuzzles me just below my ear, the place that is so sensitive and erotic ... he knows me so well. Arms wrap around me, over my own, trapping me in an erotic embrace.
My head falls against his shoulder, giving way to the dizziness that is filling my mind and heart. His lips continue to brush against my neck, sending hot tingling sensations coursing down my spine. Warm weakness spreads through me, I can feel sweet heat beginning to center in my thighs.