She stands alone looking out at the night sky. Wishing she was someone else, wishing she was anywhere but here. She always feels alone, but then she feels a whisper on the back of her neck. "Where have you been?" he asks her. "I've always been right here. Where have you been?" He responds that he has spent his life looking for her. He comes up behind her and wraps his arms around her and pulls her close to him and she instantly feels his warmth and his heat behind her. She wants to turn around in his arms to see his face, but he holds her steady against him as he starts to kiss her neck because he knows this about her and knows that she loves it. But how does he know so much about her? That remains the question, but she can't see his face. Just the feeling of his touch of his lips and his hands as they slide up and down her arms. They seem familiar to her as if she has felt them before. The mystery is scary but exciting at the same time because all her senses are coming alive like never before. Who knows her as well as she knows herself?
Is there someone out there for everyone or will we all end up alone in the end? All she knows is how safe she feels in his arms and she hasn't even seen his face yet, but her heart knows who he is.
As the darkness closes in on them, he easily lifts her into his arms and carries her into the room with the soft candlelight leading his way. As he reaches the bed, he lays her down softly but tells her to keep her eyes closed to that she can't see him but can only feel him as he touches her. This sends shivers up and down her spine as she feels his slightly rough fingertips tracing the fine lines of her skin...over her neck, down her chest until he's only slightly touching the nipples that are screaming for more of his touch but he retreats back to her chest, teasing her gently as her back arches off the bed begging for more with every motion of her body. She longs to feel her nipples buried into his chest, to feel the warmth of his body on hers.
As she arches her back until the skillful touches of his hands, he finally gives a little more of what she wants and touches her a little harder instead of the whispers he was teasing her with. Finally, she feels another warmth as he touches her with this lips and his tongue. She also feels his light nip of his teeth as he grazes her breasts slightly. There is a hitch in her breath with the added pressure. He continues to touch her with his hands along with his lips and tongue and he is driving her to the edge of madness with all the overloading sensations. When he knows she is on the edge and close to going over the edge.... he stops. Taking her in his arms to settle the trembling, the weight of his body surrounding hers, he can feel her slowly start to calm and her breathing slows from the fever pitch that was so close. He feels her heart start to beat normally again instead of the pounding of a few minutes ago. And then...