It was a night made from dreams.
Dinner had been prepared in the heavens. His conversation was pleasantly flirtatious, his company stunning. Neither wanted the evening to end so we walked along the ship's rail.
The moonlit air was warm, as he held me, dancing slowly on the deck. Bodies pressed together, fingers intertwined. The ship rocked gently with each ocean swell and that blended sweetly with our movement.
The strains of violins wafted around us, guiding our steps, the soft rhythm an echo in our pulse. Melody, mist and cologne buffeted my senses. The impact had me reeling. Passion and maleness mingled finely with sandalwood and myrrh. Inhaling, I pulled deep his essence, waking the beast nestled inside. His magic spiraled back upward, filling my mouth and throat with 'him'.
The wizard had begun his siren song of seduction, while the beast and I resisted.
Head resting on his shoulder, my hands roaming his chest, luxuriating in the feel of linen shaped over well honed muscle. I roamed the plains of his body, learning the valleys, searching the hollows where my love would eventually live.
Meeting his gaze, I began to trace his mouth, wondering just how these tender lips would feel against my skin. The fullness of his sensual mouth matched the fullness in my chest. The soft skin was warm to my touch. There was a hint of pink as his tongue glided along the outer chasm edge peeking to see just who invaded its home.
My body read the promise inherent in that tiny flash of ruby skin. He offered a sensual dance, drawing a thunderous response from the beast crouched in bottomless place inside me. Can his magic claim her I wondered?
He pushed his offer higher, sucking on my finger tip, tongue flicking against the pad. Breath rushed from my body, each hair aloft as my skin puckered at this intimacy. Each stroke inflamed the pulse, calling the dragon at my core. My body responded to him mindlessly, the wetness flowing from me of its own volition. I tried to pull my finger from this trap of his mouth, but all I managed to do was pull his head toward me.
I found the edge of his mouth and kissed it gently. With the release of my finger his tongue traced the edges of my lips, his mouth playing with the abundance of mine. Eyes may be the windows to the soul, but this mouth, this mouth was the doorway.
My soul sang as he tasted me, as he teased me, and as I gently pulled his tongue into my mouth. He was all heat and dinner wine.
He left the wilds of my mouth and began to blaze a trail across my cheek. All I felt was velvety softness running along my chin raising the blood in my veins. I was floundering in the vastness of his touch, set adrift in the sea of longing he had unleashed within me. The warmth of his breath heated my ocean cooled skin along the way. Was the roaring in my ears from the ocean waves or her wings crashing within me? I didn't know.