Two bodies, only one soul, only one heart!

The soft kisses up her arm, fully awakened. The eyes troubled by sleep, she looked at this man with ebony hair, black eyes and dark. 

She felt on her skin caressed by the wind and realized that her body was covered with water droplets. Turning her gaze to the fire, she saw her dress on the floor. 

Seeing her naked body, she could not prevent her cheeks blushing, embarrassed, while the wood crackled, making sparks, they seemed to cadence with the beat of her heart. 

The man was holding a wet tissue. She understood that he had washed her sleeping body. He put it near the fireplace. Then leaning over her with a sweetness almost divine, he planted his fingers through her hair. With his fingers, he combed her hair. She felt the softness of his movements, such tenderness. 

Under his hands, she felt completely woman. He ended his hair spread on the carpet, when with both his hands, he went down on her sweet face, warm and light touch made her shiver and she blushed seeing his hands caress her entire body. Baring his shoulders, he slid the dress lightly, as if a breeze pushing the light fluffy clouds. He approached his face and she felt her breath coming invade her mind already very troubled. 

She closed her eyes, when his lips quivered as hers, by pecking her mouth like a bird pecking a fruit ripe. Then she felt hands passionate, come take her chest, his fingers drawing her curves. She would cling to his neck, his hair, but she was frozen under his caresses. 

From his lips, he traced a path down over her bare skin, quivering. She closed her eyes as she felt his warm breath caressing her lips full of desire. She felt that he was attempting to partially open her mouth, with his tongue silky. She felt dizzy. 

His tongue fluttered, and the noise that escaped from him and seemed to lick her saliva, put her in swimming. Her fingernails clinging to the carpet, she could not prevent her body from twisting, her head to move towards this language, which she wanted to feel deep within herself. 

The caresses became more voluptuous. He enjoyed the tickle of desire. She opened her eyes, when her body trembling, could no longer hold. She escaped cries hoarse, her eyes sunk into his. The fire only witness to their embrace fabulous in his hands, both fresh and manly, this man of courage, heart and eyes of velvet. 

When she awoke the next day he was lying beside her. He brooded for a bold look, which reads all the love he felt for her. The body stripped naked, she realized she had not dreamed. 

Karole McDowell 2011 - (c) Reproduction is prohibited without permission from the author.