He knew he had her attention. Sensing him, so close, she could hear his heart beating, speeding up with more intensity; the pulsing, throbbing through his dark skin, so close and so soft. His mouth, so perfect; a single inhale united them in a hypnotic gaze. Her finger, compelled, reached up and faintly traced along the outline of his lips. Chills crawling up her legs and arms magnified their intense energy. Deeper, she continued, gliding along with her fingertip and more in-between, meeting his moist, smooth tongue that he only slightly revealed. A muffled sigh snuck out beneath her breath as she now realized his hand that was passing delicately down the nape of her neck reaching closer then closer and towards her lower back…
Can you picture you and me in the darkness?
There she felt a barrage of his warm fingers grasping at the ridge of her spine, thrusting her inwardly and then tightly against himself. Almost paralyzed, she surrendered, finding herself in a stately, lullaby-like trance. Her bottom lip, hung there, moist and sensuous, just barely touching his. Lingering, as if for eternity, sensing, smelling, feeling, hungering the moment. Aware of every small movement was the comfort of embellished fine detail. Then his mouth, so soft and wet, finally met hers. One breath breathed into each other like a dance, perfectly, and divinely fused as one encapsulated kiss. His tongue now hers, entwined and locked together and there forever in time.