On a quiet evening in July. We watched the sunset together through the hotel window whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ears. Sipping chardonnays toasting to the days fruitfulness, we were trying to rediscover ourselves. As I sat there watching him, I watched the entire sunset fade in his ocean blue eyes, the orange glow of the sunset making his blonde hair gleam with a thousand colors on a sandy beach. As he lifted his glass to his lips I watched in amazement how softly his lips kissed the glass when he drank, his lips so full and soft. He was dressed in a crisp clean white shirt that fit him just right, his arms when wrapped around me acted as a security blanket long left behind, he was strong and he was mine. His blue jean cargo pants highlighted his lower features tightening around his bum as he moved, and crinkled at the bottom around a pair of leather black boots. After silently watching the sunset and finishing our drinks, I picked up our glasses and walked to set them on top of the counter in the hotel room. When I walked back into the room he had lit candles and had soft music playing in the background. As he walked over to me a hand appeared from behind his back holding a rose, then opening his other hand to me inviting me to dance. As we embraced I felt his tender soft lips leave traces kissing down my neck to my shoulder, sliding a hand underneath the shoulder strap on my dress and sliding it down then the other laying the rose on the bed quickly, and using both of his hands he slid the black dress down my body kissing softy my neck, then across my breast and navel, running his hands from my hips down my thighs, finally lifting one foot at a time to slide the dress out from under me.

I sat down on top of the bed, and watched as he peeled off his shirt and slung it onto the floor. I laid down on the wonderfully soft king size bed. He took the rose and lightly touched it on my forehead, across my nose and over my lips, between my breasts and circled my navel. The feeling of the petals touching my skin excited me; I felt a rush of heat shoot through me making my toes tingle. I watched his eyes in the candlelight, such a beautiful dark blue they put me into a trance. My breathing intensified and my back arched as he brought the rose back up my body and stopped at my neck. His right hand loosened his pants and he slid off his boots. I heard them hit the floor with a thud, and the jingle of pants and a belt falling on top of the boots in a pile. He was naked before me in the candlelight; he was beautiful. I reached for him and pulled him on top of me, his hands by my head and I could feel his manhood laying against my opening; it was wet and waiting for him to enter. He kissed me deeply, his tongue playing with mine; as I closed my eyes a swirl of colored captured my senses. I ran my hands along his back my nails lightly scraping along the sides of his tan skin. I pushed him down and guided his head to my opening. I could feel his hot breath on my lips. I wanted it. I arched my lower half to meet