Dancing in the Dark
She was sitting in the darkened room, her eyes on the candles that danced in the shadows. The music was playing and the wine was warming her... she was reminiscing on times gone past and her mind started to wander.
She stood and gently swayed to the sounds from the stereo, relaxed but sad, they suited her mood perfectly. Her hand held her glass and she let her other arm fall to her side, feeling it against her hips as she moved. Her senses were heightened by the setting in her home.
Her eyes closed, she moved to the beat of her heart, her free hand starting to stroke her belly the same way he had previously, she let her head fall back and moan as her fingers traced a line to her pelvis, she knew what she would find if she allowed herself to feel lower still.
She felt a presence and opened her eyes to find him standing in the doorway, watching her silently. She started to move to the stereo but he quickly walked toward her and wrapped his arms around her...she knew she shouldn't allow this, but she so wanted it so badly.
He held her hand and with the other sipped from her glass, his eyes never leaving hers. He started to sway with her, his body in perfect sync with hers, moving as one. He maneuvered her to the table, placing the glass down he brought his hand back up to cup her head as his lips found her neck. She tensed as his tongue flicker over her skin, alighting it with a burning desire hotter than the flame of the candles she was now gazing at.
The tempo of the music changed but he kept the same slow pace as their hips rubbed against each other, the contact becoming intimate. His hand still held hers, his thumb stroking her fingers. He brought his mouth up to meet hers and on the verge of possessing her lips, his eyes asked for consent. Her lips answered by opening for him, her tongue licking them in invitation. Pressing his lips to hers so gently, she opened herself to him, her arm winding around his neck and pulling him closer to her.
He let her hand go as his own arms enveloped her and brought her to him, in passion and desire. She knew she wanted him and his actions seemed to say the same. His hands were in her hair, pulling her to him, totally owning her mouth and her body followed. Her hands were resting on his hips but she found them fondling him, gently caressing him thru his trousers, she felt his body shake and heard him moan as he buried his head into her neck. She released him and allowed her hands to cup his buttocks, her nails scratching his thighs.
She brought her hands up to his head; she pushed him away to look into his eyes, to see the passion burning in return to her look. She gently kissed his cheeks and ran her fingers thru his hair, her nails lightly touching his neck. His quivering breath told her she was wanted and soon the passion would be shared between them.
She kissed his lips, feeling them part under her own, tasting his tongue, she found herself drowning in the feelings that encased her. O God she wants him, she wants to feel him naked lying with her, his body in time with hers, grinding as one, his lips on hers and she shudders with the thought.
She opens her eyes, only to find herself dancing in the darkened room, alone.
© Roseagh 2004
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