Here is my latest attempt, it was fun to write, but more exciting to share with My Muse, you know who you are :). Your votes and comments are more than welcome
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Entering the house, I immediately noticed the silence. Setting my briefcase next to the counter, I started moving through the house, looking for Angie. Her car was in the garage, so she has to be nearby, I thought to myself as I looked out the kitchen window into the backyard to see if she was in the garden.
It was her normal routine to greet me, to press her body to mine and kiss me softly on the lips and tell me she loved me. You would think that after the years we had together that it would become mundane, but the truth of it was, I cherished her greeting, I looked forward to feeling her sexy body pressing to mine, the softness of her lips caressing my mouth, the scent of her perfume gently filling my nostrils with her scent.
As I turned from the window, I moved through the living room toward our bedroom, at least I can get comfortable and then get a glass of wine ready when she returns.
Opening the bedroom door was like sensory overload, music was playing so softly that it wouldn't be noticed just outside the door, and there, with her foot raised over the arm of a chair, her foot encased in beige pumps and her body molded into a dark floral dress stood the light of my day, a small teasing smile playing innocently across her lips.
"Hi," she whispered shyly, which still amazed me after all the time we'd been together, just the soft cadence of her voice could make my body react violently.
"Oh.My.God."
It was all I could say, she was a vision, I felt my mouth go dry at the sight of her standing there.
"Baby?" she asked, the look in her eyes telling me that she knew exactly the affect she was having.
"I was taking pictures for you and thought maybe you would like the 'live show'."
I don't know how I got there, I don't remember moving at all, but the next thing I knew I was standing behind her, my arms circling her waist and my face was moving to the side of her neck, kissing it gently, my nose moving her hair to the side, exposing her beautiful soft skin to my mouth.
Her flesh was so warm as I tasted it for the first time, my right hand moving out to caress the knee that was still positioned over the arm of the chair, my fingers moving in light little circles along the inside of her thigh, barely touching her skin, moving up to the hem of her dress before gliding over the top of her leg and sliding back down to her knee on the other side.
"Don't move," I husked into her ear, the desire evident in my voice as I traced the tip of my tongue along her hairline, kissing her warm flesh, tasting her, inhaling her essence.
A soft moan escaped her lips as my fingers started their journey back up the inside of her leg, teasing, touching, sliding ever so slowly under her dress.
"Go higher baby," she whispered as my teeth grazed the side of her neck, nipping at her perfect flesh gently.
My other hand moved up her torso, sliding along the underside of her perfect breast, "I'm going to taste every square inch of your body before I leave this room," I whispered in her ear.
Her breath seemed to catch in her throat at my statement before a soft moan escaped her lips.
I circled my fingers around the slope of her breast, smiling to myself when I realized she had done this without a bra.
Flattening out my hand, I grazed it over her breast, the palm of my hand just barely touching the material covering her skin, her nipple reached out to touch my hand in desperation, stretching to meet me, I could feel it's heat, it's vibrancy through her dress, as I slowly cupped her flesh.
I allowed my hand to slide lower, putting her distended nipple between my thumb and forefinger, pinching it gently, pulling on it, turning it as my other hand moved up the inside of her thigh those last few inches to where it would meet her core.
Her breathing was heavier now as my fingers met the band of her panties, a soft silk pulled taunt by her upraised leg. I slid my fingers along the leg band as my other hand continued it's manipulation of her nipple and my lips began to suck gently on her earlobe.
"Baby, can I take my dress of now?" She whispered, "You could undo the zipper and I could just let it slide off my body, your body, the body that belongs completely to you."
The thought of her naked skin exposed to me was all I needed to release her enough to allow me access to her zipper. I slid it down her back, taking my time so that I could enjoy the view of every inch of her skin being exposed. It was like it was the first time that I had seen her; I would never grow tired of undressing my lover.
In keeping with the mood, she slowly lowered her leg from the chair and allowed the dress to slide off her body to pool on the floor, her black silk bikini panties now the only thing left on her elegant frame.
She turned to me, looking me in the eye, made possible only by the fact that she was in heels, her arms sliding up the outside of my arms over the material of my dress shirt. Continuing her journey, she traced the tip of her fingers across the top of my shoulders, following my neck up to my jaw line and down to the center of my chin, before once again sliding down over my throat to the top of my shirt, her fingers working to release the buttons.
As she finished, she moved to slide it off my body before I stopped her by pulling her to me, pressing my lips to her mouth, my tongue teasing between her lips, "My Angie" I whispered into her mouth as my fingers teased in little circles, along her lower back teasing, tracing along the band of her panties as I moved her to the bed, laying her back slowly onto the mattress.
Bending, I kissed the inside of one knee, my hands moving slowly up her side, her body wiggling in reaction to my light touch, "It tickles," she whispered, before moaning at the touch of my lips to her flesh.
I kissed my way lovingly up the inside of her thigh, her legs parting to give me more access, the dark spot in the middle of the satin of her panties telling me all I needed to know about her desire.
As I reached the top of her thigh, I allowed the tip of my tongue to follow the same path that my fingers had taken earlier along the leg band of her covering.
"Baby, pleaseeeeeeeee," she moaned, her pelvis arching slightly off the bed, pushing toward my lips.