He stands there in front of her. Watching her. Feeling her passion heat the room. The scent of her sex filling him driving him. His heart beats faster. His mind drifts to thoughts of things to come. She does not move. Slowly He steps closer, inches from her. He reaches out to her. Entwines his fingers in her hair. Gently pulls her head up and back. His manhood so close to her face that He can feel her breath. Her eyes closed softly. "Open your eyes and look into mine." He instructs. She looks softly into His eyes. He can see her soul reflected there. His fingers tighten in her hair. He leans to her. His lips ever so slightly caress hers. The kiss that they share slowly deepens. His tongue carefully parting her lips. Pressing into the warmth of her mouth. The taste of her, the warmth, the passion of their kiss reaches to the depths of his soul. He lifts her to her feet. The kiss growing more passionate. His fingers tangled in her hair. Her head pulled back hard. Her tongue being sucked deep into His mouth. She moans quietly into their kiss. Her moan causing the fire in His soul to flair. His hand moves to her lower back pushing her tiny figure closer to Him. His manhood throbbing against the lower part of her stomach. Carefully, as if afraid to get burned she reaches to Him. Her delicate fingers touch His hips. Like butterfly wings she floats them over his skin. From His hips to His sides. He moans softly to her touch into the kiss. Her fingers glide to his back. The perfectly manicured nails lightly clawing His flesh. She knows that this was the correct thing to do. She feels His touch commanding her body closer to His. His hips gingerly grinding His male member against the silky flesh just above her wet flower. With long slow strokes she carefully claws his back. Moving at the same speed that he grinds. Her hair is gently pulled harder. Her head is moved to the right. She feels His lips kissing their way to the tender curve of her neck. He lingers there licking and kissing. She feels Him deep. Her passion heating her sex. The smooth wet petals of her flower starting to swell. Filling with passion heated blood. Throbbing to the beat of her heart. With the speed of lightening she is scooped into his arms. Her eyes close, trusting Him with her life, she does not fear His intentions. Softly she rests her head to His shoulder. Her hair hangs freely gentle brushing His hip as He carries her through the room.      His steps change as they climb the stairs. They enter a room. He looks about it to be sure that all was readied as per His orders. The fireplace burns brightly.. The room is warmed by it. Lit candles all around. The light from them flickers and shines on everything in the room. Just a few feet from the fireplace a bathtub filled with scented water. She hears Him whisper "now you will bath for me." With ease He lowers her into the hot water. Her eyes open, looks to Him softly. She watches as He moves to the over stuffed chair and sits. She can feel Him watching her. With an unmatched sensuality she bathes. Hands moving the oiled water over her skin, leaving behind the scent of oranges on her skin. Long slender fingers carefully wash her neck, moving slowly down to her breasts. The tips of her fingers slide over her already hardened nipples her eyes glaze over. A deep moan barely escapes  her. He sits up straight in the chair upon hearing this. Watches her even more  closely. Sees her fingers taking great care in washing the breasts that He will suckle. As if instructed to do so she starts to roll her nipples. Her eyelids flutter noticeably. He is pleased by the sight. Watches her hands as they attempt to cup her breasts, just being too small to do so completely. As she kneads them she frees a low growl. Those fingers return to her nipples lightly pulling them. He is totally taken in by her sexuality, her sensuality, her beauty. Her hands reluctantly move down her stomach. Just as they slip under the water she hears Him. "Stop." he instructs. She freezes, brings her hand to just above the water. Looks to Him. She waits.

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