All he could do was stare.
He was mesmerized by beauty.
By this place
By this night
And by her
He would have known her anywhere
The elegant and sensual curve of neck and shoulder
Seemingly created for his lips.
The bare expanse of back
That always beckoned to his fingers to caress
And the sweet curve of hip and arse
So beautifully adorned by her red dress.
The night air felt soft and velvety upon her skin.
Light danced upon the water.
The evening was rich with romance and possibility.
This place was magical
Always one of beauty to her
It would take on new memories and significance
She was intoxicated by it all.
By this place.
By this night.
And by him
Especially by him.
He had never met her
Not in person.
Being this close to her made him light headed
He wanted her.
For a moment he thought of whisking her away
Foregoing the meal.
But he dismissed that thought.
He had plans
And he was in no hurry.
He wanted to savour every second.
To anticipate how they would tease and tempt their palates
Until they were ravenous for each other.
But for now he wanted to drink her in
To memorise this moment
The beginning of the night
The fulfillment of promise.
She could barely contain her excitement.
She recalled his first words to her.
Remembered every message they exchanged.
Thought about the countless nights
Her body burned for him
As she slept alone.
How she ached to be fully claimed by him.
To feel his touch upon the skin he adored.
To feel his lips, his kiss
Knowing they would sear her soul.
How she knew that this night
This time with him
She would never forget.
No amount of imagining could rival
What she was certain he had planned for her
He took the few steps to where she was standing
Smiling, he softly spoke her name.
She turned with a smile
The butterflies within her
Threatening to erupt.
He gazed at her
Taking all of her in.
From the arched brows above blue grey eyes
The sculpted cheekbones and curved smile
To the dark mane of hair framing her face
Leaving her neck bare
For his pleasure.
He sighed to himself.
He would enjoy taking it down later
When she was naked
She would have known him anywhere
His captivating eyes
Holding her prisoner.
And his mouth
Oh his mouth.
The fantasies she’d had of that mouth
How she’d love to bite that lower lip.
To feel the press of those lips along every inch of her body.
She could lose herself in those eyes and lips.
Gladly give herself up to worship by them.
Let him do whatever he wanted
Knowing she could not stop him
Nor would she want to
As if by prescribed agreement
His arms opened and she slipped into them
Burying herself in his embrace.
He held her tightly
Their bodies pressed together
From shoulder to hip.
She tilted her head back and he kissed her
One hand upon the small of her back
The other along the back of her neck
Holding her to him, firmly.
The kiss was intense.
Full of pent up feelings, desires.
As he pulled his lips from hers
He felt her shuddering breath
Closed his eyes briefly and smiled
Knowing how she felt.
He caressed her cheek with the back of his hand
And then as he ran his finger over her lips
He looked at her and said, “Are you hungry?”
*A repost from a year ago and one that many seemed to really like. I’ve been meaning to continue their story. Perhaps in the new year. Or sooner. Smiles. Until then I hope my regular readers don’t mind the repost.
Artwork by Emerico Toth