*,,And she carves her hips into mine*
*Like she’s Michelangelo*
*And I’m something holy”*
*~Alex Thomas*
He is waiting naked in bed, in the darkness, in anticipation.
She lightens up some candles and shortly after that a lovely vanilla smell infuses the room.
He finally sees her: barefoot, long blonde hair, deep longing in her eyes, a transparent dress that shows Jenna in all of her nakedness.
She plays some music, something very different from what he knows that she likes.
She starts dancing and in the light of the candles, she seems like a goddess. There is something in the way she moves that makes everything in the room seem holy. And she, high priestess of their temple of love, is dancing like in a trance.
He can’t even blink, he’s charmed and attracted to this secret ritual that she’s inittiating.
She stops dancing and takes off her dress. She opens some essential oils. The oil falls down her breasts and she starts touching herself. His cock is hard and he wants to get closer to her, but he’s mesmerized watching.
She moves closer to him and starts massaging his body parts. She tells him to close his eyes.
*Don’t think, just feel. Because love simply is.*
Her hands are touching him, stroking him, begging him.
Her lips are moving slowly just like she’s whispering a prayer.
She gives him a handjob and he feels like her fingers have magic in them.
After some long moments of spell, she puts her legs around him and sits in his lap. She kisses him and he opens his eyes and deepens the kiss.
She starts riding him like there is no tomorrow.
And their bodies are melting into each other, building something together, something that has nothing to do with the materiality of this world.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/i7xdvi/red_velvet_erotic_shortstory_part_vi