It is a rainy night. Thunder and lightning all around. Candles are lit. Music plays softly. A seductive tune. The couple slow dances by the fire, there is no room between them. They are looking at each other. After a while they meet in the middle. Their lips finally coming together. She nibbles on his lower lip. He moans. She sighs into his mouth. This is it...there is no turning back. They move as one and without separating he pulls her down with him. She straddles him and there is no mistake where this will go. They have yet to part lips. She guides his hands slowly up her sides then brings them to rest on her breasts. He groans at the realization that she is braless. Again without separation he maneuvers and soon she is under him. her long legs trap him as she wraps them around his. He can't go anywhere...doesn't want to. His hands find their way under her shirt and he is again reminded that little separates them.

He pulls away but she pulls him back down and whispers, slowly into his ear, "don't ...even...think...about...it." He laughs. Tells her he wasn't leaving. She is unbuttoning his shirt and leaving kisses from his ear to jaw back to his lips. She licks his bottom lip gently, then nibbles a little on it. Surprising him she pushes him up. She too sits up and he wonders if she has changed her mind. But her hands are fast and soon her shirt is off and awkwardly they move and soon he is on his back and she is on top of him. He doesn't know how she did this. He doesn't care. He is looking at her. She smiles and he feels like a canary and she is the cat. Again he doesn't care. His hands find her large breasts. She lays flat on him so they are skin to skin. Thunder booms around but neither of them hear it. She starts planting kisses first on his forehead then by his eye, his nose, a gentle kiss on the lips, a nibble of the chin, a quick stop at his ear. She proceeds....going lower...kissing his neck feeling his pulse. Her lips trail his shoulder then she is inching her way down. She kisses first one nipple then the other. She stops, he doesn't know what she is doing but then he does. A warm stickiness drips on his chest and belly. She laughs as he sees the can of Hershey syrup. She doesn't really like it so this is a big move for her....promising what will soon come. She lazily licks the drops up. He wants to throw her on her back and finish the job but as her hand reaches for the button of his jeans, he can't wait to see where this is going.

She moves slowly. Languorously. His heart is pounding. Among other things. Now he knows why a fire doesn't burn in the fireplace. None is necessary. This is his last thought as she finds him. Ready. Willing. Able.

She has unfastened his pants. Now she tugs them gently as his hips raise to help her. She follows this trail with kisses. She stops short and he thinks he should finish this. But his body has a mind of it's own. And no control. Urging her on. He is being tortured. He is loving it. He tries to focus on something else. It doesn't work. She has yet to touch him. Her lips are close yet oh so far. She nibbles and kisses. Miracles by Jefferson Starship is playing. Surprisingly this registers. She flips her head and her hair grazes his stomach. He reaches down. Grasps her hair. But she starts kissing her way back up. He wants her to hurry but he also wants her to slow down. She has reached his face. She stops completely. They couple well. He doesn't know how or when but she is naked. Almost.

She is wearing a pearl necklace, smile and a tan line...this is all. Her lips graze his. She looks up into his eyes. Her eyes dance. She waits. For instruction? She was doing fine on her own. But no, he realizes she knows exactly what she is doing. She is gauging his reactions. She starts kissing her way back down. This time she doesn't stop short. Her hair is sweeping his hip. This time when he grasps her hair she doesn't stop. He can't wait for what happens next.

In the back of his mind there is vanilla. A Stevie Nicks song. And heat. Sweet sweet heat. She has enveloped him and his control is gone. She knows what to do and her mouth feels so very good. He has no strength...not with what she is doing.

He tries to concentrate on other things...but there is only one thing. And there is no going back as she nibbles and kisses and treats him like gold. She is so gentle yet overpowering. He is melting and she is absorbing it all. He strokes her hair and she pulls up...no he doesn't want her to...but the look in her eyes and the mischievous smile followed by the licking of her lips says, "don't worry I'm not done with you". And he falls back into a peaceful state as her mouth finds him again. But this time she isn't so gentle and the pressure is great. He can't wait and tells her so but without her looking up he knows she is smiling. She is eating him up and swallowing his soul. He is doomed.......

The fire is intense... but there is no fire to blame. It is his blood boiling. He once again urges her to stop but she is ruthless. Now it's futile to try and stop or even pause because she has succeeded in taking him over. There is only one thing registering and it is not to stop. He watches in amazement as she consumes him. His body in a mutiny over his mind. He surrenders.

He feels lifeless. She lays next to him and watches him. His eyes are closed but he knows she is smiling. She lays her head on his chest and he lightly strokes her hair and face. She kisses his chest and he is amazed at the surge through his body. He pulls her head closer and she lazily licks circles around his nipple. Opening his eyes he can't believe his reaction. As if the last minutes had never happened. She chuckles. He has to smile himself as she kisses her way up to his face and repositions herself. She is now atop him and they are looking in each other's eyes.

She straddles him and leans forward to find his mouth. She is careful not to take him in right away. She smiles as he groans. She thoroughly enjoys this power. And she thinks he is enjoying it too as he reaches for her. She looks him directly in the eye and assuring she has his attention, licks her lips. She keeps their eyes locked as she slowly lowers her lips to his. Her hands run down his sides, up his arms back down as she grasps his hands. She lifts his arms and pushes them over his head holding them down. Her lips finally meet his. Their eyes still locked. Their mouths devouring. Moans escape them both as if one voice.

She uncurls her legs and lays flat. Her legs on either side of his. Their bodies anxious. Their hearts race. Slowly she allows and welcomes him in. He sighs. Their lips have yet to part. His hands try for release but she won't allow it. Her hands tighten and his breath catches. Slowly she rocks on top of him. She uses her toes to push her body. Slowly she pushes up. Allowing him full entry. Then she pulls back. He arches to find her. She is just out of reach. Then she is his again. Their breathing becomes rapid and she moves her mouth to the side of his neck and nibbles then licks where she feels his pulse. She allows his hands freedom and they grab her head taking in handfuls of hair and bringing her mouth back to his. But she pulls away and slowly kisses her way to his nipple one then the other. She pulls her legs up so she again is straddling him. She pivots and then grinds trying for reactions and not disappointed.