Suddenly her ears are filled with the steady rhythm of her heart, the pounding seeming to be the only thing that can drown out the "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" ringing through her mind.
Before her he stands, his perfectly pressed shirt accenting his slim physique, making her trembling fingers long to caress the skin hidden beneath. Softly his lips whisper "Don't hide," his knowing hands sliding hers away from her breasts. In his eyes she sees that she's beautiful, and for an instant she actually believes it.
Lacing their fingers, his free hand glides to cradle the small of her back. Gently she feels them sway, her small feet staying close to the shiny black loafers that lead where she is to follow.
Feeling so safe in his embrace, she rests her head against his
chest, feeling all the more secure when she hears his heart beating at a such a soothing pace.
He is in control, and even in the gentle way he holds her, he exhibits his strength. Never before had she felt the need to play the role of damsel, and yet, here she is, ready to be carried off to a far away place, needing to be rescued and raptured all by the man she knows is her prince.
Looking down at her as she clings to him, he breathes in the sweet scent of her hair, the gentle perfume hypnotizing him, making him long to bask in her untarnished femininity. She, too, is breathing him in, intoxicated by the hint of cologne that clings to his clothes, his essence whispering so subtely for her surrender.
In time they move, their bodies fitting together like a puzzle and the image they create is one of perfection. Even the fluid way their fabrics catch the breath of wind circling the room, it seems as though they were always meant to melt together. She, needing to find a way to be vulnerable, and finally be valued for the beautiful girl she is, while he, so desperate and so blind to the fact that his heart longs to have one reside in it.
Both playing their roles, giving to the other what they so long searched for, their lips meet, hers timid and soft while his move with more experience and drive.
Dancing to the music that barely fills their ears, they are enraptured in eachother, and before she realizes what's happened they've already begun.
His skillful hands dip beneath her silk, gliding gently against the curve of her back, tickling and teasing her as his tongue intertwines with hers in the warmth of her mouth.
Somehow he found a way to quiet that voice in her head that always wants to protest. She can only hear herself gasping from the pleasure of his touch, and she longs to give to him the same gift.
Trying to recall every movie, every scene in which she can draw from, she fights to compete with his skill, wanting to feel accomplished in this arena as well. Pulling her hand free from his, she ventures beneath his fine shirt fitted to his chest, finding not much room to do that which she longs to do. Pushing her hands back, she tests the strength of the thread holding his buttons in place and quickly learns she has won the small battle there. A few of the small shirt buttons rain down on the floor, freeing several inches of his flesh for her indulgence and she delights in being able to caress it.
Within their kiss he smiles, noticing instantly her competitive spirit coming to the surface. She's now ready to play, and he is always up for a good challenge.
Upping the ante, he slides his hands down the curve of her hips, bunching the fine silk in his hand, exposing her bare cheeks now covered just enough with the elegant threads he chose for her.
Leaving their kiss, he brings his lips to her ear, softly sucking her tender lobe as he whispers, "do you like the pearls?"
Answering him with her body, she pushes her pelvis against that warm place she feels growing in him, the friction causing the pearls to tease her most vulnerable spot, and she gasps at the sensation.
Seeing that she is gaining pleasure from her own motions, he encourages her onward, grinding his own flesh against her as his teeth close down softly on her delicate skin.
She cries out, the combination of his hardness pressing against her, and his warm breath in her ear proving already too much to bear.
His lips curl into a smile, still delighting in her flesh as he marvels at how sensitive she is to his touch. As he watches her eyelashes flutter from his repeated thrusts, he longs to watch her come, feeling she already is just moments away.
"Can I touch them?" he asks about her pearls, knowing if his fingers are to reach them, she will cascade over the edge.
Breathless she can only nod, her heart now rising to her throat as she feels they are passing the point of no return.
Gripping her where he already has his hands, he lifts her off the floor, leaving her with no choice but to wrap her form around him. Moving his lips to her neck, he teases and taunts her as his hand slips beneath her exposed thigh.
She gasps, fear now overtaking her will to win. Fully exposed to his wanting desire, she feels two fingers sweep across her curls, and she both burns and fears where they will go next. Tightening her grip on his waist, she finds it hard to breathe, scared just what he may whisper, not sure if she's strong enough to continue her confident show.
Moving them closer to the bed, he holds the small of her back, lips mapping out the curve of her neck as those fingers continue to caress the uncharted path.
"Lex...," she wills her lips to speak, not sure though what she wants them to say next.
As he places her down on the overly fluffed bed, the rich silk sheets are already turned down to welcome them, and he silences her lips by returning his to her mouth.
Placing her hands down at her side, she wraps her fingers in the sheets, clinging to them as though a lifeline, praying he doesn't see her shiver at his touch.
Pushing his weight towards her, he tries to lower her back to the bed, but she holds her position, not ready to lay down, or do all the things that come with it.