She left the city, drove up state for a bit of a holiday. Scenes of historical houses, country stops, old diners, fruit stands filled her drive.
A slow burning fire greets her as she enters the rustic cabin, casting evening shadows on the knotty pine walls. She shuts the door to the rest of the world.
Setting her small leather bag down, she didn’t pack much, everything she would need was already here waiting for her. She hangs up the long wool coat on a hook by the door, shutting off her mobile phone. Shutting the door to her outside world.
Her black heels click across the countrified cabin floors, making her way across the main room. A brilliant light flickers at the end of the hall, she steps across the threshold. Dozens of white candles in all shapes and sizes lit the room. She stands in the doorway, hands on either side of the entrance staring at the godly creature in front of her.
She’s hit with an instant rush. That kind of intense heat and desire that spreads through you like a rapid wild fire, just by the very sight of him. It took her a moment to gather her self, it still shook her, the affect he had over her. She knew that every time she set her eyes on him she would experience this same powerful feeling, the kind that reaches down inside your soul, takes a hold of you, rocks you, sends your head reeling, skin burning, aching to be touched, leaving you shaking in your boots--- she could almost hear the shackles across her heart jingle and tighten, holding her, pulling her in. She became undone.
He was stretched out on a soft old leather sofa. Tan feet crossed at the ankles, well worn faded jeans clung to lean muscular legs, a denim shirt, lay open across his chest. Her eyes drawn to his trim waist, at the two undone buttons on his levi’s, the way the material opened in a “V” there. He lay resting there with his hands behind his head, looking completely relaxed. His hair had grown longer then he was accustomed to, but she kind of liked it, he looked a bit dangerous.
His face held the tan from a man who spent a great deal of his days outdoors. Strong chiseled bones, soft full sensuous mouth, dark eyes that called out to her. He had been away for so long this last time on an assignment, to where she didn’t know...it was more of a unspoken understanding between the two, his work was dangerous, as was hers, sometimes they would be together for weeks on end, day after day, and then out of the blue he would receive a phone call and have to leave. It was always the same, it would be late at night, the call would come in on a private line, it never rang any other time, he would kiss her goodbye and promise his return. A sleek black Lincoln would always be waiting outside her building for him shortly after the call came through.
She reached under the slim black skirt that she wore, peeling off sheer black thigh high stockings, leaving them in a pool. He propped him self up now, arm bent at the elbow, head cradled in his hand, she felt his gaze upon her without looking at him. Unzipping her skirt, she tossed it aside.
Crossing the room, her steps taken slow, there was no need to hurry she knew. He watched her reaching under the men’s tailored shirt that spilled around her, smiling to him self...noting the shirt she wore, was his, he liked seeing her that way, in just his shirt. She slid her panties down, dropping them at her feet.
Turning, she eased herself up onto the table opposite of him, crossing her legs, removing the heavy platinum watch from her left wrist, the tiny pearls from her ears, hands rising to her hair, pulling at the two carved ivory sticks that held her hair in a high twist, long silky hair fell loose, framing her face providing her with a veil to look through. Fingers working on the buttons of her shirt, letting it fall behind her, peeling away at the rest of her world, she shut the door to her city.
Stealing a glance at him now, his eyes dark and vibrant, a palette of colors holding her captive as she walked across the room to him, one leg crossing over the other, he watched the gently sway of her hips, the way her breasts jiggled with each step. Liking the way she moved, she had a walk like no other. Her breath became broken and lost as she stopped before him. He rolled onto his back running a hand through his hair, a thick dark lock hanging over one eye. She came to him, leaving behind her crazy life that floated in the Atlantic like lost wreckage.
Crawling over him, straddling his hips, her firm bottom snug in his lap, her hands slid into his open shirt, slowly caressing up his body, missing the feel of his body, she could feel his heart beat beneath her palm, leaning down closer to him now as his hands came around her hips, she inhaled deeply, cool clean blue notes hit her senses, missing the smell of him. Tongue skimmed over his jaw, salty, teasing his lips, missing the taste of him. He moaned in her mouth as she fastened her lips over his. Her breath coming short, she needed his breath to breathe. His hands moved restlessly down her body, taking pleasure in every curve her little body offered him, hands cupping her round pert breast, rosy nipples hardening under the touch of his thumb and fingers, pinching her softly. In one fluid motion she threw her head back, long silky hair raining down her back, she tugged on the corners of his shirt, wanting him near here as she sat up in his lap. Wiggling her bottom against him now, helping him off with his shirt, wanting desperately to feel his skin against her skin. To connect with him, to feel him inside her.
