The moonlit night blanketed her frame as she stood on the railing of the balcony. The black slip nightie billowing to the left of her as the wind whispered through it. Falling, off her shoulders were the slim spaghetti straps of the thin fabric, threatening to allowing twin lush mounds to escape. She watched with luminescent pools of wonder....had God's ocean always been so beautiful or was it just that love made things look so much better...so much brighter? She pressed against the wrought iron railing with silken hands, steadying her posture as she watched the gentle roll of the ocean.
He entered the room stealthily, his panache' for sneaking up on her increased almost daily. Within his strong hands a green stem, thorny and fierce if touched without care. Atop it a red mound of crimson fragrance that wafted through the room like a sheer tapestry. He moved behind her on the balcony, running the bulbed head over her back. Silk upon silk he thought. She threatened to turn before his manly hand stopped her turn, holding her securely in place along the railing. His body moved forward....a study in manly physique. One hand snaked around her stomach, the other tormenting her senses with the rose; his body pressed into hers pinning her against the cold railing.
Hands lifted and draped over his, the one with the rose, moving in synchronized rhythm with his over her body. Releasing the rose she clasped it and twirled it under her nose, taking in its heading scent. His fingers drew up the sides of her legs and under the silk nightie that attempted to cover them. Clasping his thumbs within the slim black bikini panties he spoke the first words...
"My angel...you are exquisite in the moonlight." His thumbs lopped the tiny fabric and slid them down her toned legs to her ankles. Stepping out of them the heat rose on her face, her eyes lowered...the heat also rose between her for him.
Resuming his standing posture a soft flick of his hand and her long soft strands were thrust to the side as his mouth lowered to her neck. Gentle soft kisses placed along the smooth contours of the perfect curve, his hands continued their upwards travels now without barrier he explored the smooth flesh beneath.
She gasps quietly, his hands were electric on her body, sending her to shivers. The crisp night air made already erect nipples to strain upon the fabric of their silken prison. And then nothing. His hands left her body in what she could only deem erotic torture...but no matter torture all the same. She tried to turn again. Was he a dream? Reality? Fantasy? She held the rose and inhaled it's fragrance...her body unable to move, subduing herself with its scent.
Then heaven. His hands moved over her stomach and inched slowly up the swollen mounds that ached to be released. Left hand moved to encircle his fingers and guide them to her leg..skin upon skin. The electric heat of hands that made her body weak with lust...
Lips again careened to collide with the softness of her skin, hands slipped under the silk prison once more to give his lover what she so desperately craved. Slowly they moved up her frame, coming to play upon firm erect nipples that almost sprung between his fingers, grateful for the attention. He played with then, pinching lightly, turning them between strong fingers...tugging a little. She ached for his lips upon them, wanting to turn and beg for the kiss that he gave so sparingly. It was not to be this night.
