He wanted to feel all of her. He wanted to drown in her presence. He wanted her scent embedded on his skin and he wanted to leave his fingerprints on her soul just like

she had left hers on his. Her skin was soft and pale. She looked peaceful and enticing with her hair splayed over her back and his pillow, her eyes closed in calm, restful

sleep, a serene expression on her face. He watched her trying to commit the moment to memory. He couldn't resist lifting his hand and lightly tracing her cheek with his

fingertips. She scrunched up her nose and he couldn't help the smile that spread across his face. He didn't want to disturb her sleep so he started to remove his hand,

however, hers caught it and held it closer to her face. Her eyes were still closed, but she was wide awake. He moved closer and replaced his hand with his lips as he

placed ghostly kisses on her cheek and all over her face. By the time he reached her lips her eyes had opened and were watching him tenderly. He leaned in and pressed

his lips to hers very softly as if she would break if not touched with extreme care. Her hand moved to caress his cheek, it travelled his face as he gazed into her eyes and

settled at the back of his neck where she played with the small curls she found there. He was caught between his desire to love her, to taste her and his unwillingness to

break the magical trance they were in. She made the decision for him when she grabbed his hand and pulled him closer. He moved over her, her hand still in his, he lifted

his other hand to her cheek. He caressed his way down to her collarbone and then to her shoulder, where he placed a lingering kiss. He paused for a second to remove

her silk nightgown and continued his journey down her body. Her breathing sped up as he neared the valley between her breasts. He lightly grazed one with his lips,

looked up at her and started placing open mouthed kisses on her sensitive skin. He reached a nipple and caressed it adoringly with his mouth. He lavished her second

breast with the same attention. He moved his hands to rest on her waist as he continued to kiss his way down. He stopped at her belly button, where he swirled his

tongue and marveled at the goose bumps that developed on her skin. He moved even lower, to see her bared to him in all her naked glory. He planted kisses on the

insides of her thighs and he blew air on the place he knew she wanted him the most. He paused for a second as she whimpered. He chuckled at her impatience and

moved forward to place a kiss on her lips. He grabbed her legs and pulled her closer to his mouth. He held her hips down with one hand and grabbed her dainty fingers in

the other. He kissed her again and again and then his tongue darted out to really taste her. He lapped at her, paid throughout attention to the bundle of nerves he knew

would bring her the most pleasure. Her breathy moans filled the room, she started thrashing against him, the hand holding her down applied more pressure. He was

methodical, meticulous, working to bring her over the edge. And he did. Her head rolled back, her breathing got even more labored, her skin flushed and she kept

repeating his name like a mantra all the while crying out from the intense pleasure she was experiencing. He moved up, waiting for her to come down from the high and

open her eyes. She looked spent, powerless, with a satisfied smile on her face. He leaned in to kiss her once, twice, three, four times. He rolled over on his back and

pulled her with him. Her face on his chest, as he ran his fingers through her hair and lulled her back to sleep.