Mood

Low lighting. Red wine. Conversation is light. We sit close. My mind drifts with anticipation. Waiting. The build-up. Foreplay. My body reacts to the touch of his fingers and to the way he looks at me assured. Eyes open, engaged- eyes closed. The kiss. He pulls me closer. It's gentle, soft lips, a nibble. His hands move slowly up my thigh. The kiss intensifies - long and deep. Each breath a little louder, quicker. His hands inch between my legs. Low moans. He helps me take off my dress, my bra, my underwear. Naked. He cups my breast in his hands, he kisses me - licks my breast. The short gaze. The pace quickens. His fingers caress me between my legs. Slight pressure applied, easing away just enough to tease me. Hot. Wet. The stroke of his tongue is stimulating. Moans. Sounds. Noises. The tip of his tongue makes circles, it runs vertical and horizontal along every inch of me. Throbbing. Wanting. Needing. I am somewhere between anticipation and ecstasy. The mood is set.