Wanted

He wrapped a big strong arm around her, and kissed the top of her head.  He wanted this woman in his bed, but wasn't sure she felt the same.  He watched as she tipped her face up to his, and looked down into her eyes.  He tried reading the depths there, trying to gauge what she was feeling.  With a soft growl, he decided he didn't care; with a bend of his knees, he slid his other arm behind her knees, and picked her up, sweeping her off her feet and carrying her down the hall to his bedroom.  He felt her arms slide around his neck, her cheek pressed to his chest.   

When they reached the edge of the bed, he set her feet down softly, letting her body slowly slide down his length.  He knew she could feel his arousal; her arms stayed around his neck, and he felt her lips press kisses against his heated skin.  He looked into her eyes, knowing he wouldn't be able to wait much longer, and whispered, "Are you sure?"  She didn't speak, just nodded, looking into his eyes.  The hunger she carefully masked during the day was there in her eyes as she slid her hands beneath his shirt, toying with the crisp hair.  He groaned inwardly as he fussed with the zipper of her dress, letting it pool around her feet as he gazed at her fussy feminine bra and panties.  Her hands groped at his shoulders, sliding off his shirt.  He quickly unfastened his jeans, stepping out of them as they fell back onto the bed.

The moonlight streamed in the window, giving him just enough light to watch her flush as he carefully removed her lacy bra and panties.  He stared down at her skin, drinking in the sight of it, knowing how soft it will feel under his touch.  He ached to take her then and there, but knew that he needed to move slowly.  He sucked in a deep breath to keep control of his own needs as he cupped his hand and slid it along her skin, feeling her shiver.  She was like a flower, her skin like soft petals, and her body responded to his touch.  And he knew, they both knew, that tonight would not soon be forgotten.

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.  

~William Wordsworth

Sometimes, this Gal just has to write.  :)

Ref: DinRiddare & His Prinsessa