She could hear movement inside the cabin and, before she could change her mind, she knocked. The portal opened and they stood face to face. Although somewhat shocked, he seemed happy to see her. For a moment nothing was said. He simply moved out of the entrance. As she stepped onto the threshold he caught a glimpse of fish net stockings and smiled as he closed the door behind her.
They stood, no words passed between them. Their eyes remained locked, a gaze of unspoken feelings, and it was he who made the first move. He casually closed the distance between them and untied the belt of her overcoat. With trembling fingers he undid the buttons, slowly and deliberately, never wavering from her stare. Running his hands down either side of the coat he gradually pulled the shroud from her shoulders and his breath caught audibly in his throat.
He was staring intently taking in the black laced bodice, white apron and collar and he could not contain his smile. She smiled back demurely and bit her lower lip. He leaned over and his lips swept across her mouth. Her skin reacted to his touch and her cheeks were ablaze with blush.
The desire in his eyes made her melt and his blue eyes bore into her. His hands gently cupped the sides of her breasts and traveled up to hold her face. He pulled her closer and, for the first time, their lips met. The kiss began sweetly, mouths tentatively meeting for the first time, their tongues apprehensively touching but, as the intensity increased, the urgency became overwhelming.
She pulled away first, panting, trying to catch her breath. He leaned over and once again their lips met, but this time was much more tender and affectionate. The slow burn of yearning finally erupted and bodies became cloaked under a blanket of heat. She moved with him in a rhythm she had never known before.
The music of love was written that night.
My 333 words written for the TrifeXXXtra challenge: And now on to a completely different type of prompt. As you may or may not know, November 15 is National Erotica Day. Trifecta is not an erotica-specific type of place, but we never shy away from a chance to stretch our creative limbs, and we hope you’ll join us as we dive in to celebrate this quirky day. We are asking for an open write this weekend–33 to 333 words of erotic writing. No specific words need to be used, and we aren’t necessarily banning any either.