I hope y'all enjoy reading this. Leave a comment, let me know what ya think. I like to know that something I've written touches (in some way or another) someone else. If I get enough compliments, I'll be more likely to put in something else I've written... And it only gets better! (or so I've been told ;))
He walks into the room, his gaze drawn by the huge wooden canopy bed draped in heavy burgundy and gold velvet and silk. The bed is piled high with pillows and cushions of pink, purple, burgundy and gold. The drapings will create a cozy nest when pulled tightly around the bed. The rest of the room fades into the background when he sees her standing at the foot of the bed. Her red hair is flowing down her back, brushing her shoulder blades. She wears a long, flowing burgundy skirt of a shiny material, a white top with thin straps and buttons down the back, and obviously nothing under either piece. She wears a black leather collar around her neck, a tiny pendant hanging from a ring in the front of it. Her feet are bare, a gently musical silver anklet around her left ankle, her toenails painted a deep burgundy. Her eyes are darkened artfully with makeup, her mouth full and tempting, her skin soft and begging to be touched. She looks at him with her dark blue eyes, an impish passion burning in their depths as she watches him walk toward her.
As he moves closer to her, she slowly walks into his arms. her arms moving to go around his neck. As he leans down to kiss her, she lifts her tempting mouth to his. The kiss starts slowly, softly, light feathers of touches. They move closer, until even the thin clothes she's wearing are too much between them. The kiss deepens, passion sparking brighter, almost visible in the candle lit room. They move together to the bed, standing beside it, slowly undressing each other, lips brushing revealed skin, hands moving, caressing, an almost visible heat flowing from her skin as she slowly becomes aroused.
When they finally stand skin to skin, his need for her pulsing between them, he moves with her until her knees hit the bed and she falls to lay in front of him in her full beauty, her eyes glazed with need and a touch of mischief. She moves to lay across the bed, the silk cool and soft against her bare skin. He moves beside her, his hands moving over her skin, hers moving over him, the heat building deep inside both of them.
She pushes him onto his back, moving to kneel between his feet. She licks and nibbles up his legs, her hands brushing softly over his skin. She gets to his hips, his need throbbing for her touch as she moves around it, going up his stomach and chest to lean over him for a few passionate kisses before sliding down to his ear and neck, then back down his chest to his stomach, and then his hips again. She lets her hands brush gently over his hard length as she settles between his thighs. She feels his breath catch as she touches his obvious need and smiles softly to herself. She leans over to touch the tip of his need with the tip of her tongue, softly teasing, breathing over damp skin. She moves her tongue further down the underside, gently nipping him with her lips as she works her way to the base, still breathing over dampened skin. She teases each wrinkle at the base with the tip of her tongue, the air cool after the warmth of her tongue. She gently sucks in first one side, then the other, sliding each one around in her mouth, letting it slide slowly out again. She moves again to lick up the underside, working her way to the tip again, her tongue teasing around it, her piercing brushing around the ridge, his breath catching in his throat.
She slowly opens her mouth, letting his length slide in, his tip brushing the back of her throat. She sucks gently, sliding him in and out, her tongue constantly working, swirling around. As she works her mouth around his length, her nails brush gently over wrinkled skin at the base, the skin tightening in reaction. He moans, she smiles, feeling him start to swell, his need building deep inside him. She continues letting him slide into her mouth, his tip brushing against her throat until he explodes with a soft moan, a whispered name, as she smiles and swallows every drop, continuing to suck gently, even after the explosion is over, until his length is softened. She slides back up his body to lay down beside him, skin brushing gently across him as she lays in his arms with a smile and a kiss, snuggling as close as she can.
