"Come here." He said to me. He was sitting on the floor at the end of the bed, with his knees bent and feet flat on the floor. He was completely naked and his skin glowed a rich mahogany colour in the dim light from the lamp. He held out one hand to me while patting the floor between his feet with the other.
I took his hand with mine as I stepped closer to him. Raising a hand he stopped my progress. "You are beautiful tonight. You look just like an angel" he murmured. "Take off your robe." I turned to do as he asked and for the first time I noticed that there was a mirror propped against the wall. I could see him sitting behind me as I removed my robe. Knees spread and cock starting to grow hard. What on earth could he be up to?
"Come Cherié, sit between my legs and rest your back against my chest. I have something to show you." Naked, I crawled into his embrace. Sitting cross-legged I settle against his chest his arms and legs surrounding me and I instantly feel safe and protected.
I lay my head back against his shoulder and he begins to nuzzle my neck, kissing and nipping, soothing the tiny sting with his tongue. I tilt my head to the side to allow better access and sigh as I close my eyes. As his hands wander over my skin I can feel his cock stirring at my back. I open my eyes and glance back at him. "you said you had something to show me, Caro? What is it?"
"Hush Cherié, look." And he pointed at the mirror. Framed by the edges of the mirror I gaze at the Tableau we make. I've always marveled at the way we look together; I am the Yin to his Yang. The light to his dark. How pale my alabaster skin looks against the rich warm tones of his. I watch transfixed as his hands steal across my skin. Watching as he brings his hands up to cup my breasts as he lowers his mouth to my shoulder.
He continues to cup my breasts and I watch as the nipples pucker and harden under his touch. Moving slowly I watch as his hand strokes over the soft skin of my belly, caressing the slight swell as he moves his hand down to trace the crease of my thigh. His hands feel so wonderful my head falls back and I close my eyes again. "Non Cherié! Tes yeux. Regarde nous!" He says. "No, my love! Your eyes. watch us!"
He shifts a little bit so he can wrap my long hair around his wrist and using my hair he holds my head still. I lock eyes onto the picture we make in the mirror. And watch as his hand once again caresses the skin of my belly and down over my mound to the apex of my thighs.