Here we are, it's sometime around midnight. The white dress you were wearing lies next to my clothes in the pile by the coffee table.
The memories of our night plays through my mind, the chance meeting, the quiet conversation, the laughter and flirting. I thank Karma for bringing us together, tonight I am drunk from you...it feels so wonderful.
We are lying on the couch spooning, you are naked in my arms, me in the back and you in the front. My fingers are between your legs and I gently coax apart your folds, I feel your love moisture coating them, making them wet. Gently I slip one finger in and you give an involuntary moan. Slowly I move my finger, in and out...I love the way you clench down each time I try to pull out, not wanting me to leave. I add another finger and move a little deeper, your moans grow louder, your emotions taking you away.
We are cast in a glow from the light of the fireplace, the music softly playing from your stereo joins our breathing and the sounds of my fingers entering and leaving your body. If this were a movie we would be in soft focus, the light just enough to allow an audience to see us and what we are doing, not in an obscene way, but as lovers enjoying the moment.
Your legs are splayed open, offering yourself to me completely, wantonly. I pull out my fingers and bring them to my mouth, greedily I suck them, tasting the sweetest nectar in the world. I reach back down and my thumb finds your clit and I give it a little flick. Your body jumps into the air like I have given you an electric shock, you are so sensitive to my touch.
I rub your sex with the palm of my hand, over your clit, grinding down and pulling you up. Your breathing is shallow, your firm breasts are heaving up and down, your nipples so hard and long. I slip two fingers inside you and as you try to close your legs I tell you leave them open, tonight you are mine and I control you.