She closed the door and pressed herself against his back, sliding her arms around his waist. She could smell the clean tang of fresh cotton, mingled with the subtly spicy notes of expensive cologne. She brought her lips close to his ear, so that he could feel her breath as she murmured soft words,
“Thank you for dinner Simon, I hope you weren’t disappointed with the company.”
He smiled and replied equally softly, “The company enchanted me so much that I barely recall eating. Are you sure you’re not really a witch who’s cast her spell on me?”
Alison chuckled softly and slipped her arms around his waist. Her breath was hot on his ear as she snaked her tongue out and flicked the tip against his earlobe. She smiled against his skin as she slid her hands over the crisp, white, cotton of his shirtfront, until her fingers touched the smooth disc of a button. Simon lifted his hands to the neck of his shirt, unfastening the bow and the collar button. Alison’s fingers had already slipped two buttons through their matching buttonholes and spread the pleated front of his shirt. She slipped her hands inside and spread her cool fingers over his skin, feeling the heat against her palms. She pressed herself more firmly against his back, kissing the back of his neck and leaning her head against his broad shoulder.
Simon gently removed her hands from inside his shirt and turned to face her. She slipped her hands back under his shirt and leaned her head against his chest. She could feel his heart beating within his chest and, with her ear against his skin, hear it like the distant boom of thunder. Simon dipped his head and brushed his lips against the side of her neck.
The touch of his lips made her gasp, “Oh Simon.”
Simon kissed the tip of her earlobe, tracing the delicate whorl with the tip of his tongue.
“Alison, my love.” He murmured in reply.
Now it was Simon’s turn and he reached behind her to the tiny hook and eye at the neck of her dress. A flick of his finger and thumb undid the fastening and Alison smiled, the curving of her lips like a caress against the base of his throat.
“You’ve done that before.” she giggled.
“Not often,” he whispered, ”and this is the first time it worked.”
He took hold of the tab on her zip and slowly drew it down her back. The soft, sheer material slid down to fall in a heap around her ankles. The points of her nipples pressed against the white lace of her bra, the aureoles dark smudges through the material. She arched her neck, offering her smooth neck to him. He bent his head and kissed the base of her throat, his lips hot against her skin. He flicked the tip of his tongue against her skin, tasting the sweetness. She purred, deep in her throat, and her chest heaved for a moment, as she almost forgot to breathe.
He lifted her chin with a fingertip and pressed his lips against hers. Slowly, sensuously he parted her lips with the tip of his tongue, tasting their sweetness, before he explored her mouth. His tongue caressed her, exploring the edge of her teeth, the smoothness of her cheek and then twining with her tongue. He eased his tongue back sliding it out of her mouth, then thrust forward, hard and deep. She moaned, softly, into his mouth and then sucked on the tip of his tongue, holding him there.
Their senses swimming, they broke the kiss, gasping.
“Simon, I love kissing you.” Alison breathed.