I push myself away from you just enough to look down at your face. The feel of your lips still clings to mine. I run my tongue over them, savoring the taste. I slide my soft hands up your exposed chest and over your shoulders. I curl my fingers in your hair; it feels like silk against my lithe fingers. I smile at the wistful look on your face as your fingers grasp desperately at the skirt of my dress, exposing a few more inches of creamy skin. I can see the *want to* in your eyes. I know just how much you want to touch me; lay me down and taste my love. Any other night, I would let you. I would surrender to your charm, be yours until morning. But not tonight. Tonight, my pleasure can only be found in yours, and I will not be denied.