Ardor, the First

~*~*~*~*~Ardor, the First~*~*~*~*~

The moment I walk in the front door, I know something has happened. Is it the way you are sitting at the table? Is it the tension visible in your shoulders? Maybe it is the way your hair isn't quite as well-tended as most days. I don't know, but what I do know is that today has not gone as you had planned.

Everything about you is filled with pain. Your eyes share the same hue as the velvet scarf you used to tie your hair back.

As I try to think of something to say, you look up at me. I've never seen so deeply into your eyes as I do at this moment. Quickly you look away from me and run up the stairs into our room. Tossing my hat and keys on the couch I follow, worried.

I find you sitting on the bed, tears glistening on your pale cheeks. A rush of emotion fills me with every kind of desire a man can have; the desire to hold you, to comfort you, to talk to you, to cry silently with you. Again, you look at me and our eyes meet.

All of my desires immediately become one. You stand up as I walk over to you, taking your head in my hands as we kiss. My tongue burns with passion as I feel you begin to submit to me. Your shoulders relax as your arms wrap around me. All the worries of the day lost in this moment of desire.

I gently move both of your hands behind your back and grasp your wrists firmly in my left hand. My other hand slowly traces your collarbone as I plant soft kisses along the side of your neck. Your eyes close and your head rolls back. At that moment I know that your submission is complete.

My right hand closes around your throat, just below your jaw. Your eyes fly open and you find my darkening eyes looking back intensely. Before you can react, I push you back onto the bed. Grabbing your arms again, I lock your wrists together, stretching them above your head. My right hand quickly traces down your neckline, and encircles your breasts.

Again, I force myself upon your lips, driving your teeth apart with my tongue. I unbutton your shirt enough to slip my hand down your sensitive flesh, rubbing and pinching your nipples between my fingers. Your moans please me.

Taking a silk scarf from the night-stand, I tie one of your hands to the headboard. Without breaking eye-contact, I place your other hand on your belly and unbutton your jeans. Planting a trail of kisses across your breasts, pausing briefly to bite your nipples through your shirt, I grab your zipper with my teeth and slowly unzip your pants.

Sitting back up, I return my gaze to your eyes, always your eyes.

Directing your hand to your waistline, I nod slowly, granting you permission.

Your moans please me, rising to a crescendo as my dark eyes burn with passion. As you fall over the edge, into a torrent of pleasure, I softly run my fingers down one cheek and up the other.

Gently, I untie your hand, and pull both to my face. Planting soft kisses on each of your fingertips, I lick off all of your juices. I let your hands fall to your sides, and slowly button your shirt back to where it was before.

Lying next to you, as my eyes return to their normal blue, I whisper softly...

How was your day?