Taking my hand in yours, you led me to the bedroom. A soft glow from candles illuminated the room. A subtle scent of lavender hung in the air. Turning to face me, you cupped my face in your hands and pressed your lips against mine, making me melt at the sensation. You slid your hands down my shoulders and arms, slipping them beneath my shirt. Your touch was electrifying, so full of desire. Your fingers danced over my flesh making my body come alive.
Lifting my shirt over my head, you stared longingly at me, your eyes following every voluptuous curve. Feeling extremely vulnerable and and self-conscious, I stared at the floor. I fought the urge to cover myself, my cheeks flaming as my shyness and insecurities broke through. Hooking a finger under my chin, you lifted my head forcing my gaze back to you. Your eyes were so intense, holding a spark of pure unbridled passion. "My God," you whispered, drawing your lips closer to mine. "You're so beautiful."
My breath hitched and a tiny whimper came from deep within me as you covered my mouth with yours, kissing me deeply, thoroughly, leaving me breathless. Slipping my fingers to the waistband of your pants, I worked them down, releasing your hardness. You let out a moan as I wrapped a delicate hand around you, gently stroking up and down.