He will be there in 20 minutes, and with that he hangs up. You rush to get ready and before you know it the door is opening. You rush to meet him, and stop and stare for a moment, needing him to come closer to you. He stands almost a foot above you and when he moves closer to you and takes you in his arms you feel tiny. His mouth takes yours and in the doorway you melt into this kiss. That perfect kiss with your lips so soft and sweet. The feel of his frame against yours is intoxicating. How long have you gone with out this kiss and embrace? You take a step back and drink it in, the strength of his jaw, the darkness of his hair against his skin. You smirk, and give a half knowing smile when he gazes on your scantily clad body. He knows this is for him. You move in for another kiss this time you take the time to enjoy the scent of his body, that rich fragrant aroma that only a man can possess. Fully clothed you can still smell him and you become drunk and weak simultaneously. You take him by the hand and introduce him to the bedroom. You both stop in the door way and again you taste him, the sweet kisses and the feel of his lips against yours, the playful game of tongues. He begins to undress you and you run your hands up and down the cuts on his back--those strong muscles, those contoured lines of years of discipline make you shiver. You want to run your fingers through the dark mass of hair on his chest right down the to his abdomen where you are sure to find the treasure trail. You switch gears though first taking the time to enjoy the magnificent legs, those thighs that can crush anything that stands in their way.. You kiss him again and as you make your way down that wonderful trail and to the treasure chest, once there you feel--he feels-- the excitment. He moves you onto the bed and lets you down gently. Your clothes is no protection from his experienced hands. Hands that know your body, and your desires. He looks like a hunting beast ready to strike as he makes his way on top of your body--you stare into the sea of his eyes and find yourself lost in passion. He lifts your leg until it is straight up and he kisses your ankle, the back of your knee until he allows it to rest on his shoulder and moves in for another perfect kiss. Kisses that you moan into and revel in. You wrap your other leg around his body until you have him locked into you. Barely a whisper you tell him you have to have him. With that he asks you to say it again and mean it-- you say it a little louder that you have to have him but before the words completely escape your mouth he enters you and kisses you and every inch of your body welcomes him. How long have you waited for this moment you ask yourself again. How long will you have to wait for this moment again?
This is not just a random call-- this is desire, you desire this, you wait for this, and you long for this when you dont have it. He lies on top of you and rolls over and you enjoy the moment of seeing his elongated frame across the bed with the soft glow of candles burning. You move on top and sit astride leaning forward as your bare breast brushes against his warm torso, until you kiss his face and his neck. He lets out the deep moan which only a man can and you melt, you kiss his torso with the kisses of a lover and sit up until you have him completely. This is a pure slice of Heaven. you want to cry, you want to scream, you want to ..........
You turn around, with your back facing him and hope that this will last forever... you can't look at him right now you are so so so so..................................................
