Reflections

5:00 AM

Shivers. Fast, warm and cold trembles... Her spine tensed as she turned the key in the doorknob. She stepped inside, feeling his warmth as he followed her. He pushed her against the door that closed loudly, and gently pulled away the scarf that hid her bare neck under her savorous perfume. She knew what they were starting... she had waited for it all night. She raised her arms against the door, letting him caress her skin, unbutton her shirt. The heavy coat and soft, transparent blouse came off at the same time. Her chest was now pressing against the cold, rough wall; he brushed her hair away with his fingers and poured his unsteady breath upon her neck. She could feel every inch of him.

He kept her captive there, pushing her mind deeper into every fantasy she'd ever had. Her body was struggling between the immense pleasure of the dream and the urge to devour his imposing body. She gave up, and turned to face him, savagely looking at the bits of skin that showed from under his clothes. It was a matter of seconds before she stripped him down completely, revealing his flawless structure, the perfect tone, aroma of his skin. He stood before her, letting her pleasure herself with the sight of his image, then slowly got closer and traced her fingers over her face, neck, ...and lower... He embraced her, all of her, tiny as she was under his strength, kissing her passionately, ravishing her hair gently, almost as if he was struggling to hold back, as if he was afraid not to break her.

He zipped down her skirt and she let it slide on the floor. Soon, she was walking, seductive, towards his bedroom, wearing nothing but lingerie and high, high heels. He had no choice but to follow her.

His eyes flashed with the flame that seemed to burst out of her bare fingers. He stopped, watching her every move, as she lit all the candles around the room, and on the floor. She looked almost impossibly beautiful, amazingly gorgeous, in the warm light that slid across her skin. She looked at him meaningfully, through the mirror in front of her. There were no words, no whispers, no gestures... He knew. Getting closer, he touched his body against hers, grabbing her thigh gently, and as he looked in the mirror at her silhouette that followed his towards the floor, he could think of nothing else but of that night that would never end.