You return home from a long day. The house smells absolutely delicious. I stand before you wearing dark jeans and a button down shirt. I greet you with roses, and lead you to the dining room and serve you shrimp and scallop scampi, with risotto, and grilled vegetable medley of zucchini, portabella mushroom, red onion, drizzled with balsamic syrup, coupled with a glass of wine.
Upon finishing dinner I draw you a warm bath and allow you to soak in the tub, surrounded by candles. When you are done with your bath, you slip into something more comfortable and join me on the couch in the living room. I have just built a fire, and the only light in the room is provided by a few random candles and the growing blaze of the fire. My shirt has become untucked, my sleeves rolled up some, and a few buttons undone.
I move close beside you and turn to you. You see the reflection of the flames in my eyes, a metaphor of my burning desire for you. You thank me for everything. I flash you a smile. My hand reaches to the nape of your neck and pulls your head closer to mine. Suspecting my intentions, your eyes draw shut, as you prepare to welcome my kiss. But I stop short of your lips, my lips placed as close as they can possibly be to yours without actually touching them. You feel a quiver across your lips. So close, yet seemingly so far away- these short seconds seem like eternal minutes. You could lean in and initiate the kiss, but you don't want to kiss me. You want to kiss me back.
Anticipation mounts. This delay allows you to observe this moment with all of your senses. Everything prior had been visual. But now you notice the smooth, freshly shaved skin of my chin as it rests on yours, the fresh clean scent of my aftershave, the sounds of the crackling fire interrupting the heightening of my breathing as my own excitement grows.
And then it happens. You feel heat spreading from my lips to yours as they finally meet. Together, they move in choreographed unison as we share the same breath. Slow and tender, our mouths begin to open more, and our tongues are drawn together like magnets. Together they dance and explore each other.
Against my strongest desires, I finally pull myself away. Our foreheads remain in contact. You slowly open your eyes, to find my eyes locked on yours. You mimic my lustful gaze. I too see the flames reflected in your eyes. You are a vision. You lunge forward to continue the passionate oral embrace, but I retreat, all the while staying close enough that our foreheads still touch. Your eyes open with a slight disappointment to them. But I need to absorb your beauty some more.
The back of my right hand slowly strokes your right cheek. Our eyes are still fixed on each other. My hand lowers to your chin, and across, my thumb grazing against your moist lower lip. You offer my thumb a quick kiss before it slides to the left side of your face. My strong but soft hand gently caresses your other cheek. It moves back, past your ear to the back of your head. You hear me say your name, as we both gasp, sharing one more breath, as again I pull your lips to mine. Your tongue welcomes mine as you feel heat, heat not just from the fire, spreading. My hand brushes through your lovely brown hair, back down to the nape of your neck. A few of the candles have burned out. My left hand offers another soft caress to your cheek, then falls downward, my fingertips gently trickle downward on your neck, a tight seal of our lips assure there will be no respite by either of us. You feel my hands moving down...down....down...
----------------------- This story was inspired by a very special, very lovely Lush friend. You have proven to be a spectacular muse, bringing out the best in me. You know who you are.
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