Special thanks to my editor TRCIII.
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You smell the lilacs and roses. Their sweet smell fills you. The only sounds you hear are the roar of the fire and his breathing. Slowly you feel the powerful arms wrap around your waist. You press up against him. The hot tongue feels magical on your cool neck. His hands gently start pulling at your nipples. His breath on your neck sends shock waves all over your body. You want to feel him, but you cannot. Your body is his to pleasure. His hands leave your nipples, only to embrace your face.
He slowly turns you around; your eyes start to open. You see before you the man that was in your dreams last night. Sensually he pulls your lips to his. The taste is sweet. His tongue gently goes in your mouth. Your knees weaken. His arms are now around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You are intoxicated by the scent, a gentle mixture of masculine—firewood burning and floral aromas. Your breath quickens, your heart races. His tongue is going slowly in and out of your mouth. You need his tongue elsewhere. Your pussy is aching to be touched.
Feeling your silent pleas he leads you to the red satin contoured bed. The material feels soft and comforting against your skin. Slowly you sit down as his tongue meets yours. Blissful.
Gently he lays you down on the bed; your mouths never part. You feel his warm, soft skin against your breasts. He brushes your hair from your face with sensual strokes. His mouth is slowly kissing your neck. He is savoring your sweet taste. Slowly he climbs on top of you. Your lips meet, again.
His fingers are tracing down your arms, across your shoulders, down to your breasts. He takes your left breast in his hand. Softly, he circles your breast till he reaches your nipple. He does not touch it. Instead he circles it with soft strokes. You are burning. You want him.