day.”
Oh, Nick, you’re not going to leave now, are you?
Jaime hadn’t realized she was staring. “It was fun. I enjoyed myself. Would you like to come in for a glass of wine?”
She had intended on saying that in a normal voice. Instead, it sounded to her as if it had screamed out forcefully, blurting outwardly from her trembling lips like a desperate fool.
Nick smiled. “Yes, I would.”
They sat by opened drapes, on two chairs facing each other with a small round table between them. On it burned a candle in a dark room left otherwise unlit. Outside the window, expansive and cleaned bright, the late sun shined the street, the maple out front, casting moving shadows, its leaves, gently waving in the evening breeze.
They talked about their past, their dreams and their wants. When the glasses emptied they were filled again with wine that was so very deep red and dry to the taste.
A fine wine to mirror her passion;
rubescent and lingering
Reclined, she fragrantly sits
So deeply red, so flushed her lips
Teasingly seductive, eyes shifting,
eyes meandering
Her inner wants, she lay reposed
ne’er to leave herself bare
Rather--to stay aloof, she flounders,
sips and ponders—listens and shares
Daylight turned to night, the subdued street lamp all that lit their faces. In the background “My heart will go on” played low and sweetly.
Nick leaned forward, took the wine glass from her and set it down on the table next to his. He stood and reached out with his palm facing up.
She stood in kind, curtsied, and was guided to the center of the room. There he held her by the hand and waist--the dance—light--their bodies--separate--the turns--gentle.
As they continued, he drew her nearer until their bodies touched; barely at first and then closer still.
“Could you play that song again?” he asked. Jaime pressed the replay button and closed the drapes all the way. She took off her glasses and placed them carefully on top of the table next to the lighted candle. She struck a match and lit two more candles, left them on the stone mantel and was all that lit the room.
The melody played dreamily on, the dance, slow with gradual turns. Their lips touched. She waited for him to do it again andwhen he did, she teasingly pulled away. He touched them once more, just as soft, then to her chin, back to her lips, brushed them with his own and gently sucked in her upper lip. She playfully nipped back. His mouth opened. She opened hers. He immediately enveloped her, but only for a brief moment, moved over to her neck and gave her little kisses along the length of it.
While he lingered there deliriously, she spoke in a very low and sultry voice. “So…in which direction were you planning to take us, Mr. Magellan?”
Nick continued to give her little kisses, his deep voice returning just as soft. “To infinity and beyond.” Toying with his lips with her lips, she said, “And how do you propose to do that?”
“With my rocket ship,” he readily answered, licking under her jaw and nibbling her ear.
She quivered when he had said that.
“You won’t hurt me will you?”
“Do you mean during or after?”
“Both!” she said.
Impassioned, Nick unbuttoned his shirt, leaned back to remove it, let it fall away and returned to press his lips onto hers.
“That depends on how well you travel,” he teased. Jaime kissed him hard, breathed deeply and resumed the lighter touch.
His T-shirt was removed next and then he unbuttoned her blouse.
“What if I resist?” She whispered.
“Why would you want to?” he whispered back.
His mouth opened to her darting tongue that went deep inside. He returned to her jaw and kissed it lightly, undid his belt, pushed his pants down and stepped out of them. His lips brushed across her lips and then he kissed her deeply.
Hearing the pants fall to the floor quickened her breathing. She pressed herself into him. “So now you think you have me where you want me?”
Their lips
Oh, Nick, you’re not going to leave now, are you?
Jaime hadn’t realized she was staring. “It was fun. I enjoyed myself. Would you like to come in for a glass of wine?”
She had intended on saying that in a normal voice. Instead, it sounded to her as if it had screamed out forcefully, blurting outwardly from her trembling lips like a desperate fool.
Nick smiled. “Yes, I would.”
They sat by opened drapes, on two chairs facing each other with a small round table between them. On it burned a candle in a dark room left otherwise unlit. Outside the window, expansive and cleaned bright, the late sun shined the street, the maple out front, casting moving shadows, its leaves, gently waving in the evening breeze.
They talked about their past, their dreams and their wants. When the glasses emptied they were filled again with wine that was so very deep red and dry to the taste.
A fine wine to mirror her passion;
rubescent and lingering
Reclined, she fragrantly sits
So deeply red, so flushed her lips
Teasingly seductive, eyes shifting,
eyes meandering
Her inner wants, she lay reposed
ne’er to leave herself bare
Rather--to stay aloof, she flounders,
sips and ponders—listens and shares
Daylight turned to night, the subdued street lamp all that lit their faces. In the background “My heart will go on” played low and sweetly.
Nick leaned forward, took the wine glass from her and set it down on the table next to his. He stood and reached out with his palm facing up.
She stood in kind, curtsied, and was guided to the center of the room. There he held her by the hand and waist--the dance—light--their bodies--separate--the turns--gentle.
As they continued, he drew her nearer until their bodies touched; barely at first and then closer still.
“Could you play that song again?” he asked. Jaime pressed the replay button and closed the drapes all the way. She took off her glasses and placed them carefully on top of the table next to the lighted candle. She struck a match and lit two more candles, left them on the stone mantel and was all that lit the room.
The melody played dreamily on, the dance, slow with gradual turns. Their lips touched. She waited for him to do it again andwhen he did, she teasingly pulled away. He touched them once more, just as soft, then to her chin, back to her lips, brushed them with his own and gently sucked in her upper lip. She playfully nipped back. His mouth opened. She opened hers. He immediately enveloped her, but only for a brief moment, moved over to her neck and gave her little kisses along the length of it.
While he lingered there deliriously, she spoke in a very low and sultry voice. “So…in which direction were you planning to take us, Mr. Magellan?”
Nick continued to give her little kisses, his deep voice returning just as soft. “To infinity and beyond.” Toying with his lips with her lips, she said, “And how do you propose to do that?”
“With my rocket ship,” he readily answered, licking under her jaw and nibbling her ear.
She quivered when he had said that.
“You won’t hurt me will you?”
“Do you mean during or after?”
“Both!” she said.
Impassioned, Nick unbuttoned his shirt, leaned back to remove it, let it fall away and returned to press his lips onto hers.
“That depends on how well you travel,” he teased. Jaime kissed him hard, breathed deeply and resumed the lighter touch.
His T-shirt was removed next and then he unbuttoned her blouse.
“What if I resist?” She whispered.
“Why would you want to?” he whispered back.
His mouth opened to her darting tongue that went deep inside. He returned to her jaw and kissed it lightly, undid his belt, pushed his pants down and stepped out of them. His lips brushed across her lips and then he kissed her deeply.
Hearing the pants fall to the floor quickened her breathing. She pressed herself into him. “So now you think you have me where you want me?”
Their lips
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