He lies on the bed naked supported by his elbows and you stand in front of him. You can hear the rain pounding on the windowpane, and your heart pounding within your chest. Soft music plays, but maybe only in your imagination. His eyes are fixated on you, never moving, never roaming, those dark splendid orbs with flakes of gold you want to reach. That gaze is tigerlike, so so intense, and it is magnetic and draws you to him. You walk towards him step by step, unable to control, unable to resist.
Step by step, you close upon him. He reaches out, arms closing around your ass, and pulls you towards him. You gasp as your feet fly off the ground, and gasp again as your body falls on top of his. His erection digs into your stomach, long and hard and lewd. You can already feel the moisture welling between your thighs. You close your eyes, as your mouth meets his, lips touching in blissful union. You moan into his mouth, and he slips his tongue between your lips. It liaisons with yours quite inappropriately, then slips coquettishly away. A finger caresses your cheek, your smooth skin meeting his calloused fingers. They run across you gently, only brushing against your skin, light enough to tickle, light enough to arouse.