The night is quiet, the only sounds are your breath, mine, and the chirupping of crickets coming from the open window. The summer air is balmy, and the scents of jasmin and sandlewood, comingled, fill the air, making it thick. The curtains, pale white in the glow of the candles, do not move, for there is no breeze to stir them, no offering of night air to cool our heated bodies.

You lay there, on a mattress so soft, on sheets silken. The bed is in the center of the room, it's four, tall posts holding up curtains of translucent white tulle. Your hands are tied to the posts by cords of the softest silk, the fabric a carress against your wrists and ankles. Your eyes are covered by a fifth silken cord, so you cannot see my movements. You know I am there, above you, looking at you. You can feel my eyes upon you, the intensity of their gaze boring into you. I move closer to the bed, my footfalls softened by the thick carpeting on the floor, but you hear them. You are expecting them, wanting them, yet you are suprised when you do hear them. I crawl onto the bed, and your body urges toward mine, against your bonds, but you are incapable of moving too far. I lean down, pressing my lips gently against yours, kissing you slowly, my tongue seeking entrance. I kiss you fully, bringing it out, running my tongue along the sensitive palatte of the roof of your mouth, twining my tongue with yours as I would want to twine my body with yours. I slowly break the kiss and my lips move to kiss your eyelids through the blindfold, one at a time, kisses of reverence, kisses of promise. I lay my hands on your chest, lightly, the pads of my fingertips twirling circles, slowly, on your flesh as my mouth moves across your cheek to your ear, my tongue moving around the shell, my breath whispering in your ear, causing you to shiver. My teeth clasp your earlobe and tug on it gently as my fingertips move over your nipples, flicking them lightly before trailing down your chest to the sensitive skin of your stomach. My lips move to your neck, my tongue dragging a trail along the way to the hollow of your throat, my lips play there, my tongue twirling.

My hands, not to be forgotten, have begun slowly drawing circles on your stomach, pooling so they spread in wider and wider circles, inching closer to your length. Your anticipation is building as my hands get closer, and you feel my nipples brushing your own as my body moves down yours. My tongue brushes your nipples, lapping against them as my body continues its downward motion, my body rubbing against yours, hot flesh on hot flesh. My tongue is like sandpaper on your skin as it marks a trail down your sternum.

My breasts brush the tip of your length as my body pauses, my hands sliding up your chest, rubbing slowly as my tongue criss-crosses your abdomen. As I watch you, I know your body is mine to do with as I please in this moment. And what pleases me will please you. I smile to myself and slide up your body, just enough so that my hands can pull off the blindfold and I can look in your eyes when I choose to. I smile into your eyes as my body moves lower, my breasts carressing either side of your length as my tongue worships your body on my descent. As I lower myself, my mouth hovers above your length, my eyes sparkling as I flick the tip of it with my tongue before curling my tongue around it, toying its silky surface.

I can feel your body shiver beneath me, and I know it is not from cold. Your length twitches against my tongue, popping itself into my mouth, and I slowly swirl my tongue around it, holding just the tip of it in my mouth.

My eyes are looking up into yours, bright with sensual promise. My mouth slowly moves down your shaft, my lips and tongue brushing over your length.

My hands move to carress your balls as I slowly worship your length with my lips, tongue and mouth. I continue this until you think you are about ready to explode, and I can feel your body twitching, needing release, so I move up you, straddling your hips with my legs, impaling myself upon you. I move slowly, allowing my body to become accustomed to yours before I begin moving slowly up and down your shaft, clenching the walls of my love around you. I lean down, looking into your eyes. I smile as I ride you, kissing you, slowly, matching my kisses to the movements of my body and yours. As your climax approaches, I quicken the pace, moving along your length faster and faster, milking your length with my love. Until I feel you come, deep inside me, and I gasp, feeling my own release. As our breathing slows, and the movements of our bodies stop, I kiss you softly on the lips, reaching up to untie your wrists, and then down to untie your ankles, so I can snuggle in close to you, my legs twined with yours as we drift to sleep. The last words on my lips before I sleep are, "You're mine."