The scent was almost overwhelming. Every candle in the room was aglow, and the soft light danced playfully over the dark mahogany four-poster. She was sprawled out on the bed, hair spilled around her in her silk nightgown like a Botticelli angel. Had I not been selfish enough to need to touch her, I would have stopped right there and started a new painting. As it was, her dark eyes opened slowly. Her look made me grip the doorjamb for support, as I feared my legs might fail me. I can only imagine how I appeared to her. Standing in the doorway dripping wet, cold hair clinging to my face. I have a tendency to appear quite the innocent one, clean-shaven with long unruly hair. But the way she looked at me, innocence was the last thing on my mind. I cocked my head as I looked at her, a faint smile playing at the corner of my lips. Dropping my portfolio on the floor I started to circle around the room slowly. Her eyes followed me. I circled to the other side of the bed marveling at how the candles reflected endlessly in her liquid eyes. I pulled my leg up to my knee and yanked off a boot and dropped it with a wet Thud. Cocking my head and smiling at the sound, I did the same with the other foot, shrugging slightly as it hit the ground with a louder Thud. I saw this almost cracked her composure as she was rocking with silent laughter. I laughed out loud and was immediately shocked at how loud it seemed in the silence of the room. I fell back into the silence and moved to the other side of the bed. Quickly I pulled off my belt and draped it across the carved mahogany rail. Looking down at her soft brown eyes, I pulled off my black turtleneck. Through it all she remained the perfect painting. Only her eyes, following my every move, giving any sign of her awareness. I had a curious thought of breaking her calm silence apart, like smashing apart a little porcelain doll, if only so I could put her back together again. I bent down to kiss her pink lips softly. Slowly I traced my finger across her cheek, down the curve of her neck, shoulder, and running my hand down her arm. She looked into my eyes longingly and knew I was caught. I gripped her wrist firmly. Looking down at her face, I saw a slight smirk to go along with her smiling eyes. I pulled her arm over her head and clasped it with her other wrist in my hand.
I swung onto the bed straddling her, and I swung back with my free hand and produced from the foot of the bed the leather belt looped so innocently over the bedpost. Reaching up over her, I looped the belt over the headboard and around her wrists. Pulling it tight, she gasped for the first time as the cold leather bit into her delicate skin. Roughly now I pulled off her shimmering nightgown, exposing her soft rounded breasts. Hungrily, I bent down, sucking hard at the buds of her nipples before kissing hard at her neck. I pulled back suddenly and slapped playfully at her breasts, pausing to marvel at how they flushed pink. Wide eyed now, she groaned and surged against the restraint. I smiled softly and stood up spinning away briefly to run my hands through my hair and sigh. Turning back my eyes focussed on the glistening mound of curls between her legs. I removed my jeans quickly, and bending down, kissed the soft down of her hair, course yet silky soft to the touch of my lips. Slowly my hand parted her legs and my fingers stroked her thighs. I could feel her gasp slightly as my tongue reached inside of her. Spreading her wet lips wide, I reached deep inside her licking the ridges like the roof of a kitten�s mouth. Her hips rocked up towards me, and her legs squirmed languidly, a lovely sound against the silk sheets. Pulling back again I looked at her. Pink and shimmering in the candlelight like the lip of a great shell. I looked up into her eyes, how marvelous that look of desire now! Sensuously, her limbs shifted beneath me, stretching as if she could pull the bed up to me. Stroking her sex softly with my fingers, I stared into her sultry eyes. Finally she broke the silence with barely a whisper that sounded like a scream, �Please?�
The longing in her voice breaking down all plans of composure, I could hold back no more. That one little word from her beyond all of my control. Quickly I slid up onto her, and my fully erect hardness pushed into her. She gasped aloud as she tightened around me. Sliding into her fully, I rode her hard, bending low to pull at her hard nipples and caressing her soft arms. Her body tightened and she thrust against the restraint. Hips bucking beneath me. Her gasps became moans as we moved in unison, my passion welling up deep inside of me. Her hot breath enveloped my neck, and I bit gently on her ear as we slid together faster and faster with the old bed groaning in protest. She clasped her legs tightly about my back, pulling me closer, deeper. I pulled her hands from the restraint, and I kissed her lips hard. In that moment we both gave in. The sweeping waves of pleasure carried us away in that shiver of passion, as I spilled everything I had deep into her, and she convulsed and pulled me to her, her nails biting deep lines into my back. Falling into each other, intertwined, crumpled together, we collapsed like marionettes without strings. Her glistening arms lazily wrapped around my back. I rolled over and kissed her over and over.
Thunder rolled outside and the driving rain sang its comforting song on the windows. I kissed her beautiful, flushed lips and whispered, �I love you.�
She whispered back, �Welcome home.�
Gavin
1998