Standing taller and waiting to greet his guest, he smoothed the lines of his suit over his slightly muscular body. Mostly slim and willowy, he had smoldering dark hair and startling hazel eyes, invoking an exotic handsomeness. The thing about him though, was his voice. Depending on his mood he could send someone to heaven or bring them to their knees. Seduce even the most chaste or absolve the most wicked. It was this same voice that was leading his ladylove to him at this moment. Enthralled, enraptured, hypnotized, he didn�t care. She was following it and singing along, singing for him. Her song, though deceptively induced, was the most precious and sacred gift he�d ever received. Her innocence would only be the crown jewel to the night.
Closer and closer his love came, singing in the beautiful soprano that he listened to for hours. Her voice reached dizzying heights, conveying him with it, his meager and unworthy hands touching the stars she led him to. At last, she pushed open the door and entered, holding the last note, a high C. For the first time, he saw her in all her glory up close. The dress she wore was made of white satin, cut to fit her curvaceous form. It dipped low in the back, exposing that skin to the night air. The front was cut to have little in the way of sleeves and showed a hint of her ample cleavage. Her brown hair hung down over her back and shoulders. Her bright blue eyes flashed in the candlelight. The glow of the tapers in the candelabra cast a glow about her head that almost matched a halo. Truly, his angel had come to him at long last.
Hardly daring to breathe for it might disturb this supposed dream, he crossed the room. Her happy smile greeted his embrace and her lips welcomed his. �Mon Celeste! Mon Ange! At last you�ve come to me! At last you will let me have you as my own!� She didn�t pull away as he feared she might, she didn�t gasp at the unwelcome attention. She stayed and smiled, welcoming, even encouraging his devotion. Her lips found his again and lured him into a chaste kiss that woke in him feelings that could make an incubus blush. His hands moved along her arms, moving down to grasp her waist gently. He was afraid, more terrified than he�d ever been in his life. He was afraid he�d make that one wrong move and she�d run away, back to her home and away from his sorrow. Hardly aware of what was happening and lost in his own rapture, he barely noticed when she took his face in her hands and cradled it thus, covering it in kisses.
Sensing the urgency of her desire and the innocence of the moment, he thought there would be no better time to have her. He swept her off of her feet and carried her the length of the room toward the bed. Using her body to part the curtains, he laid her upon it, settling her head upon one of the pillows, her slightly curled hair splaying out, framing her face. Her eyes shown up in love and trust, a look foreign to him these past years. He didn�t know whether to laugh, cry, or get down upon his knees and thank any listening deity for his good fortune. At last, her slipped off his coat, setting it aside. Then he parted the red curtains again and climbed into the bed next to her, gathering the innocent angel in his arms and kissing her deeply for the first time, his tongue playing over hers.
Her whimper excited him to the depths of his soul, allowing it to call to hers as he kissed down her neck and to her shoulder. Slipping the strap aside, he kissed over her newly exposed shoulder, tasting every inch of it. Working his way to the other side he slipped that strap down too and treated the other shoulder to similar treatment. Her weak moans were not those of protest, to his surprise, but ones of desire and acceptance. Her hands found his face again and pulled his lips to hers, starting a kiss that could make the gods cry for the beauty of it. He reached to the back of her dress, unzipping it and slipping the shoulder straps down, exposing her breasts to view for the first time.