Seduction.

She’s alone. In the dark. By the bed. Waiting. Her entire body trembling with numbing anticipation. The rhythm of her heart erratic. She raises her fingers to her parted, pink lips and chews the naked tips.

She hears footsteps. Her world freezes. The sporadic beat of her heart ceases. Her breath catches in her throat. It’s time.

She lowers her fingers from her lips, folding them neatly in front of her. She hears the rusted hinges of the door groan as it’s opened. She feels his presence more than she hears him enter the room. It wraps around her like a cloak. Covering her wholly.  Quieting her mind. Reminding her to breathe.

Her heart resumes to thud against her chest; feeling him step closer. Closer and closer until she feels his warm breath on the nape of her slender neck. Her skin prickles. Shivers shoot down her spine in an electric current. A soft moan rumbles in her throat as she feels his lips against her ear. His fingers start to explore his canvas. Feeling her hot, smooth skin underneath his hungry fingertips. No words are exchanged. None are needed. The air is thick. Filled with the voltage of their sexual tension.

Piece by piece he sheds her clothes. Letting them waft to the floor like feathers in the wind. He gathers her hair in a fist, swiftly unhooking her bra with the other. It too falls to the floor.

Keeping her hair entangled in one hand, his other moves to the front of her chest. His lips lower to her neck, his teeth grasping the delicate skin as his hand moves over her modest mounds.

Every one of her senses is one fire. Every touch of his lights a raging fire inside of her. Even the jolt of pain builds up the moisture between her legs, “Please…” She whispers desperately. Turning so she can face him, show him just how bad she needs it. Needs him.

But he doesn’t let her. He bites harder, his fingers clamping down, twisting and pulling at her sensitive nipple. She sucks in a breath; her movements slamming to a halt, “Not yet.” He releases her, turning her shoulders to face forward. He works his hands down her chest, trailing his fingers down her heaving rib cage, down her abdomen. He stops, tracing the thin lace. The last article to be removed.

He takes his time. His fingers travelling over the panties, finding the sweet, wetness that’s already soaked through. He smiles, kissing her blushing cheek. His fingers press a little harder, starting to dance in a circular pattern. Her legs spread wider, her head lolls to the side. Her breath hitches as he continues to drive her mad.

She whimpers. Her desperation growing to new heights, “Not yet.” His voice growls low in her ear. Her hands move to his cheek, pressing his face against hers. His fingers slow their pace, lifting from her clit and moving downwards. They start rubbing. Back and forth. Back and forth. An agonizingly slow pace. A plea rests on her lips, but never leaves. She’s learning.

He feels her body tense under his expert touch. Her fingers resting on his cheek extend into his hair, sending a silent message. He responds. Releasing her hair he tilts her face towards him and graces her lips with his. Their tongues clash in a desperate fury. They drink eachother up, tasting what the other has to offer. Neither can wait no longer.

The art of seduction had been mastered, and she its willing victim.