They are watching a film, cuddling on the sofa. She rests her head on his chest and his arm is gently resting on her shoulder. They both feel it. That energy resonating through them both as their bodies touch.
They sit and watch the film for a few minutes, when she feels a tickling on her neck from his beard. Next, she feels the warmth of his breath turn into a gentle kiss on the back of her neck. Her hairs stand on end and she stirs, feeling a fire igniting between her legs. More kisses on her neck, a gentle bite. She is trying to resist turning to kiss him, enjoying him nuzzling her neck for as long as possible. She notices how hard he is through his jeans. She closes her eyes, enjoying the sensation and thinking about how much she wants to kiss him. Voices from the film she knows and loves melt into the background. She takes a deep breath and inhales his scent, expelling a shuddering whimper as she breathes out.
The kisses move onto her ear and the side of her neck, his hand glides from her shoulder to her hair and he pulls her head closer to him. She’s breathing heavily now and can’t resist him any longer. She turns slowly and opens her eyes. His eyes tell her everything. There’s a mutual understanding as they look at each other. They’re not going to rush, they’re going to take their time, saviour every moment and pleasure each other all night. She closes her eyes and leans in, he responds by brushing her lips softly and cupping her head in his hands. He slips his tongue in, a faint taste of dark fruity wine filling her mouth. She responds, teasing her tongue next to his, searching and tasting more. She shifts position and climbs on top. The feeling of how hard he is underneath her causes a tingle between her legs. He moves his arms down her back as he kisses her deeply and more passionately. She places one hand on his face and the other on his chest. She can feel his heart beating fast. He slides his hands up her back and stops at her neck. He slowly pulls on the strap on her red halter neck dress, never taking his eyes off her. It falls loosely off her chest. She is not wearing a bra. She stares at him, loving him watching her exposed. She is dying to be touched further. He slowly trails his fingers down her neck and onto her breasts cupping them gently and teasing her nipples. She exhales slowly and tilts her head back. He leans forward and kisses her passionately again whilst rubbing her breasts firmly. He gently slides his fingers up her thighs, pushing her dress up as he does, barely touching her skin. He reaches underneath her dress and lifts it up, never breaking eye contact. He watches her as he moves his hand onto her hip and the other over the front of her lacey black knickers. He teases a finger into the top seam, slowly moving it side to side. She’s desperate for him to touch her now and is breathing hard and fast. He slips his hand in and takes a sharp intake of breath, taken aback at how wet she is already. He slowly brushes her clit and watches as she moans loudly at the sensation. He is throbbing underneath her. He takes his hand out and lifts her up, placing her gently on the rug. He settles down between her legs.
He takes a few moments to look and appreciate her. She looks very relaxed, her arms draped over her head. He leans over and kisses her hard. Gentle notes fill the room from a scene in the film as he kisses her neck, slowly moving to her shoulders, her breasts and her stomach. She is losing herself in this moment, the music increasing in tempo as he’s kissing her thighs. He slides her knickers down and she moans loudly as she feels him between her legs. Powerful notes fill the room, increasing in tempo. She arches her back as the music gets louder and more intense. She’s calling out loudly now, her voice lost in the music.
Then all at once, the crescendo and the climax takes her over the edge and she loses herself to him…