I felt him there before I saw his silhouette against the balcony doors. His dark form back lit by the moon, the sheers moving softly as he opened the doors. Heart beating faster within my breast I sat up slowly watching his figure move into the shadows of my bedroom. Excitement not fear had my mouth going dry as he moved closer to the foot of the bed. His voice like a whisper, though its timber was deep and smooth like scotch, causing a slow heated tingle along the surface of my skin.
I couldn't help but feel it was odd, that someone's voice could cause my body to react so intensely...but his did.
"You knew I would come to you tonight, didn't you?" he asked softly.
"Yes, I saw the moon and knew...hoped, you would come to me as you had before." My voice shook softly, though I did my best to sit up against the pillows and look as though his very presence didn't shake me to the bone.
I watched him move around the footboard to sit at my side, felt the mattress depress with his weight. My eyes were drawn to the movement of the bedding as if this proof of his reality might give me strength. So often I would lie in bed after he had gone and try to assure myself he was real.
His hand lifted slowly to caress my cheek as he spoke again in a soft whisper. His breath moving a small curl against my temple as he leaned close to brush his lips against my forehead...warm fingers curling against mine as he took my hand.
" You knew I would come to you. I said I would at each waning of the moon. One night, before the last sliver of silver disappears in the darkness."
Nodding my head I closed my eyes, breathing in his scent. He had the most incredible scent that seemed to linger on his skin. Not like cologne, where it’s obviously put there for the purpose of stimulating your senses. More like a natural scent that was part of his skin, his hair…even the air that surrounded him. I could almost taste it, the memory of it lingering against my tongue and on my senses from his last visit.
I had often thought about it, over the long hours at work when my mind would wander as the month drew to a close. Thoughts moving back to his touch and the feel of his body, the crush of his weight. Was it his soap? The shampoo he used? No, it was him…a mixture of some decadent, heady, erotic spice and the scent of the forest in fall. You know the one. The scent of early morning when you’re walking in the woods and the crush of your feet send the smell of the forest floor wafting up around you. That was him…
His hand moved down over my face and throat, slowly descending to draw open the light cotton neckline of my gown. Fingertips grazing in slow lazy circles as he took his time enjoying the heat he knew his touch ignited beneath my skin. I felt my body writhe against the bedding, back arching softly to lift my breasts to his touch. Nipples growing taut and fevered in anticipation as his fingers played over my breast in circles ever closer to their pulsing tips. His voice whispered in the darkness sending chills up my spine.
"You have perfect nipples. Their color like melted caramel, rising as if begging to be touched. Do they want to be touched?"
Shuddering softly I nodded, the words coming out on a slow out rush of breath. "Yes, so much. Touch them...please."
His head bent low over my chest, dark hair brushing my skin as I felt his mouth close over my left nipple, tongue circling it as he tugged against it sucking softly then dragging his teeth over the quivering peak. I gasped and felt my body arch, legs trembling as the heat shot from the tip of my breast down to pulse madly between my legs, fingers curling into the rough texture of his sweater along his sides.
