I see myself on a cream white bed, crisp sheets with a black frame
elevated so that when you throw me down, my long hair cascades around my face like a vision of a mermaid underwater
The room would be slightly lit, but only by a lamp of two
The shadows emphasize our muscles, toned and beautiful to each other
The floors are carpeted with something expensive so that when we move our feet it's silent
The bed does not creak and the only sound is a slight breeze coming through a cracked window door with curtains waving softly, dancing in the growing dusk
As I see it, one hand holds you up above me slightly and our bodies curve together
My long slender legs open slightly as my dress falls down into my thighs and piles on the floor
The exertion of my breathing moves the fabric covering my *******, emphasizing my collarbones
I see my arms up together above my head, wrists being held by your one hand as we breathe, panting before anything has really happened
I see myself close my eyes and turn my head a little to the left to shiver in pleasure as you bestow a kiss to my neck
Turning in synchronized motions as you move your head and lips lower, grazing my collarbones and erupting goosebumps down my spine and I turn my head back to accommodate your advances
The hand holding my wrists releases like an octopus releasing ink as it swiftly moves like a cat of prey to the base of my skull
Grabbing my hair, your hand pulls back to tilt my lips up to meet yours, aggressively but sensual and I moan involuntarily
You pull my hair again as you realize it very much excites me
Not everyone can do this, but you definitely get away with it.
Your tongue, as sweet as I remember but with more force than our first kiss begins to explore my mouth. Our tongues intertwine and my newly free hands wander up to your face, through the soft curls of your hair, caressing the perfect definition of your cheekbones and tracing down to the nape of your neck
Down further, unbuttoning more than was before, until your chest I have so wanted to see in person and not just facebook pictures, the marble perfection like Michaelangelo's David
Your beauty makes me want to cry
Your perfection
And you think I am perfect
I disbelievingly place my fingertips upon your perfect skin and you shiver from my touch
Your shiver makes me realize that we are both human and you are not the God I make you out to be
You are though, to me, in this room, so human and so ethereal at once
Growing bolder, I grasp at the incredibly smooth skin and move down your hard, muscular stomach
So incredible
I have wanted this for so long
I let out a moan of desire and approval which you stifle with a kiss
Grabbing my wrists again with one hand you bring them back behind my head, releasing them again to pull my hair back as my entire body reacts, back arching, hips raising up to meet you. I want to wrap my legs around you and have you right there, bring you into me with all the force of my longing and waiting
My hands bring closer this reality as they race to your belt and hastily attempt to remove the buckle
Desperately, you have reduced me to crying with desire for you, moaning wantonly like a ***** instead of the image of sophistication I presented for you not twenty minutes ago before you enticed me to fulfill the desires of my past, the desires always in the back of my mind, lurking like creatures in the deep, dark and forbidden
Satisfyingly, I manage to get your belt undone and pry open the buttons with my fingers, still shaking with desire
I want you to satisfy me, to fulfill the ache for you to be inside of me, loving me, caressing me, idolizing me
Calling me a Goddess as I call your name
That will come later
For now I attempt to lower your pants
I raise myself with my arms behind me, my hair cascading down my back like some sort of bronze waterfall
I stand, still inches shorter than you, tilting my head only slightly as I gracefully bring my arms over your developed shoulders
And press you close
I want to feel your hardness against my everything
I want to bring myself as close to you as physically possible
You are everything I have ever wanted, you are the man I have dreamed of
And tonight you are mine
I tip my head back, hair tickling your fingers, and moan in ecstasy of
the thought of really having you
You obviously don't know what you do to me
But judging by what is between your legs, maybe I do something to you too
I want to be more than a good **** and I feel like I am to you
As the stars appear and twilight turns to darker night, our whispered fears fall out the window and you see me as I see you; perfect and completely ideal in every way
You are my dream, the wish I made upon a star, here in my arms, pressed against me, wanting me as I want you.