Your scent assailed my nose unexpectedly, swift yet cordial. I could feel my body respond to you -- and you're not even doing anything. You were just standing there, your hands in your pocket, looking at me with a mild curiousity. But your intoxicating scent beckoned to me like a siren call; it made me want to kneel before you and worship you. I had lost control of my body. I found myself approaching you, my senses drinking up your tantalising musk.
You gave me a sly smile as you watched me approach you like a panther to its prey. You drew a red velvet box from your jacket pocket and presented it to me.
"For you," you said, your voice a purr of unbridled desire.
"What is it?" I asked, taking the box from you.
"Why don't you open it?" you responded.
I flip open the box, and on a creamy cushion of silk lay a thick solid ring of titanium, about 3 inches in diameter.
I bit my lip, my loins were on fire. "Would you like me to wear it?"
"Perhaps," you said ambigously.
You leaned closer to me, your breath moistening my quivering lips. I waited for you to touch your lips to mine, but you hovered just inches from my mouth.
"Kiss me," I implored you, feeling an insistent heat climbing through my body.
"Not yet," you murmured, touching my wet lower lip with your thumb.
I closed my lips over your thumb and gently suckled on it. I lock my gaze on you.
You stared back with your steel blue eyes, watching me gently suckle your thumb.
"I'm getting hungry," I said, giving your thumb one last slurp as you withdrew.
"I have minestrone heating up in a pot," you said, never taking your eyes off me. "Would you like some?"
I nooded, still biting my lip.
You went to the stove and ladled me a cup of the steaming broth. I took the cup from you and noisily drank the soup, my eyes still locked on you.
"This is delicious," I said.
"My mother's recipe," you said, shrugging. "Would you like some more?"
"Please," I said. You ladled some more soup into the cup and handed it to me. I drank it all down, slurping and gulping deliberately. I licked my lips at you as I set the empty cup on the table.
"Come with me," you said, taking my hand and leading me into the bedroom.
Your black cat Lestat was sleeping on your bed. You chuckled softly as you scooped him up.
"What a beautiful cat!" I said.
"A rare Persian," you said, your hand sensously stroking his luxuriant fur. "Would you like to touch him?"
"If the cat doesn't mind," I said.
You gently handed me the purring feline. Lestat curled up in my arms as I cradled him. I could feel his body vibrating loudly, his purr loud and content.
I gently laid Lestat down on the floor and joined you on bed. Outside your window, I can hear the thunder crashing and the wind lashing the rain against the glass.
"It will be a long night," you murmured, pulling me close to you.
"I hope so," I smiled, undoing the buttons of your light blue shirt. Your musky scent rose from the warmth of your wondrous fuzzy chest. I bit my lip as my hand entered the fold of your shirt.
I heard your low growl. "Come here!" you commanded.
You brought your lips against mine as lightning flashed brilliantly outside, followed by a deafening rumble of thunder.