I lay outstretched on the bed, naked and exposed. The room is warm and the heady scent of candles hangs in the air, the yellow glow from their flames jumps and casts shadows on the ivory walls and the white sheets I am lying on. I stroke the smooth skin of my belly and breasts as I wait, my fingers trailing the outline of my already excited nipples.
When she enters the room, the statuesque frame so lean and beautiful, long dark hair loosely held back with a decorative clip, it takes my breath away. She smiles as she slowly moves towards the bed she looks as if she is hovering above the carpet rather than walking; as she reaches the edge of the bed she places her hands between my parted feet and crawls slowly up between my legs. Her eyes staring deep into mine as she came closer and closer to my face. As her lips met mine, she sank on top of me, her fingers gripping my short blond hair and pulling my face to her. Her pelvis rested against my own, forcing my legs as far apart as they would go, I moved my groin to try and get some friction, but she arched her back away as she continued to kiss.
Her tongue darted between my lips, smooth and soft, her breath warm breathing me in as our breasts pushed against one another as our breathing got harder and faster. She pushed herself up far enough to push a slim hand down my body to my breast, rolling the nipple between finger and thumb before breaking our kiss to take it in her mouth. I gasp as she nibbles it gently before moving back down my body the way she had come.