This will not be a lemon... but there will be kissing.
I AM NOT GOING TO TELL YOU WHO THESE PEOPLE ARE, SO USE YOUR IMAGINATIONS!
I laughed as he gently threw us onto the couch. His topaz eyes were alight, and his excitement was rash. I don't know why... small things like this usually didn't make him happy, just content, but today he was so happy. I'm sure he could feel I was just as happy.
He put his soft lips on mine, in an old embrace. His cherry lips worked on my resolve with a fervor that left me breathless. When he pulled back, his smile was dazzling.
"Maybe we should.."
"No."
He kissed me again. Once... twice.. three times.
I purred when his hand grabbed my waist, pulling me to him. Settling the feelings that have been swirling all day like a tornado.
He leaned his silky neck back onto the couch, exposing his throat. His beautiful throat. I wanted to reach out and stroke his throat, afraid that he wasn't real, but that wasn't stopping me.
His sinuous eyes watched as my thin fingers came into contact with his throat, and his hearty growl was sexy. I could see his eyelashes brush his cheek when he became accustomed to my rhythm. Back and forth, then a kiss.
I don't know how long we stayed like that, but I didn't care...
His hands eventually circled my waist holding me securely to him.
Time passed, and things changed... but some things didn't.
Like our love... it was like... a moonlighted sonata on the beach. Rich and beautiful, full to bursting with memories and love. Slow and sensual as a hot tub bath shared. Perfect and cold and ours.
I think this one speaks for itself...