The dark blue silky sheets were messy. The room was dark,
and 7 candles surrounded the bed, like they were a victim.
But they were only slaves, slaves to their passion.
They were sitting right in the middle of the large bed,
staring up and down at each other's bare bodies. They were
free to feel each other, to caress gently each other's skin.

A sweet scent of perfume filled the room, as the candles
cast shadows on
their faces.
In an endless eye contact they reached their arms one to
another and slowly moved their fingers up and down their
bodies. Her right hand made her way up his chest, to his
shoulders, and then her left hand joined the slow dance of
her right hand on his back.
His fingers stroked her hair away from her face. Then gently
touched her full rose lips, as she spread them apart
inviting his finger in and slowly sucking it.
She closed her eyes for a moment, when his other hand cupped
her breasts, and then drew a line to her stomach, down to
her womanhood.
She let a short moan escape from her mouth and ran her
fingernails along his back and shoulders.
She played with her hands up and down his body, till she got
to the very spot that he so wanted her to get to. She could
tell he was aroused and ready to become a part of her. But
she wasn't in a hurry. That moment was too fine for her. She
sat on his lap, facing him, rubbing her inner thighs against
his arousment.
He pulled her closer to him, as much as he could, feeling
her full breasts getting pinned against his chest. She laid
her head against on his shoulder, as he did the same.
Their hands were now playing on each other's backs.
After a moment she pulled away and looked at his lips that
she was so eager to taste. She gently placed 3 fingers on
his mouth and slowly drew them down to his chin and then to
his neck. He closed his eyes and moved closer to her, so she
could feel his sweet breath, which was getting heavier by
the minute, on her lips. She filled in the gap between them,
with a gentle kiss. She parted his lips and let the tip of
their tongues meet and get rubbed against each other. She
bit his lawer lip as he moaned with a deep sense of
satisfaction just from being kissed by her.
He laid her back against the bed, burning her skin with his
sensitive kisses, placing himself upon her.
She parted her legs, while he placed himself in between. And
then she gave him that look that he was longing for so much.
The look that meant the same as his. She wanted him just
like he wanted her. There was nothing else on earth he would
like to do than making love to her, because he loved her
with all his heart and soul, hoping she felt just the same
for him.
She kissed him, inviting him in without speaking.
He entered her body, in a smooth satisfying movement,
repeating itself over, and over, and over, but with more
desire every time he went in.
They both moaned in pleasure they were getting from each
other. Their pale bodies stained each other on the messy
dark blue sheets.
She ran her fingers through his soft hair, feeling her heart
racing deep within her, just like he did. His body was
pressed against her, they were moving in their own created
rhythm, that no one could ever repeat.
His movements got tender and harder, and her body screamed
at him, till they both landed back on earth, but in another
form.
He collapsed down on her, excited and tired at once.
As he still was inside of her he rolled over to his back,
carrying her with him.
Strengthless she laid on him and kissed him gently. Then she
lifted herself up, making him come out and smiled at him. He
smiled back and kissed her neck, caressing her moistened
skin.
They laid there for a while until sleepiness took them over.
She laid by his side, with one of her legs intertwined with
one of his. Her hand was on his chest, feeling his
heartbeats. His arm was around her and his body kept her
warm.
He felt her breath coming back to normal until she finally
fell asleep. And so did he.