The vanilla-scented candles burnt lower, their aroma heightened his senses as did the smooth soul music in the background. It created a romantic ambience which in a way calmed his angst yet added to it.

Naked he waited patiently even though his brain was in a delicious turmoil.

The click of the card entering the door lock exploded through his brain. He sprung from his chair, glancing at the clock— 2.48 am.

With the sight of the door opening his feelings of anxiousness and jealousy that he had been experiencing for the last seven hours disappeared instantly and were replaced with euphoria; she was finally back.

He dropped to his knees before she had entered, his heart was pounding and he was visibly shaking as he watched the red stilettos approach his position, he felt her hand graze his forehead, reaching up brought her jewelled fingers to his lips and kissed the rings he had put there many years ago. Then he looked up.

Looking down at him, his blue eyes shone in the candlelight.

She had been wined and dined in a five-star restaurant and then whisked off to a smokey jazz bar where they danced: sultry and sexual, the mating dance, the seduction.

By the time the cab reached the motel, it was filled with her scent. The hunger reached another level in the elevator.

Did he know she had just spent the last three hours in a suite directly above where she stood now?

Time and time again she was taken to the highest levels of pleasure, her young suitor proved to be quite the warrior, plundering and taking all she had to give. Leaving her gasping and shaking, his skin under her red fingernails a reminder of the passion he extracted from her. He physically possessed her, his sweat sizzled on her skin.

But the blue eyes kneeling before her owned what no warrior ever could—her heart. She could see the unconditional love in those eyes and it melted her every time.

Looking up her eyes shone, her cheeks were glowing and her lips were no longer bright red but swollen and puffy, her neck flushed and rashed—her face said it all, gone was the excitement of earlier replaced now by a mellow afterglow. There was no doubt in his mind at all she had never looked more radiant, so gorgeous, so perfect to him. His love overflowed, all the mixed feelings long-gone.

The tug of her hand lifted him up, her scent filled his nostrils, Coco Chanel mixed with Giorgio Armani, lips barely touching they breathed as one; they sought each other. He throbbed against her hip. His desire crashed through him, her breath a mixture of sweet strawberry daiquiri and tangy male essence, his tongue darted out to savour the flavour, the taste of her infidelity fueling the power she had over at that moment.

The soul kiss, the reclaiming had begun as they danced in golden silence—two hearts, one beat—perfect harmony as time stood still.

 After the longest time, she turned her back to him, the zipper moved easily, and every inch of her skin shone as it was revealed to his gaze. He licked between her shoulder blades, the taste of him on her skin made him want her even more as her goosebumps rose to meet his hot tongue.

The red silk was a puddle on the floor, now naked except for her French lace panties and stilettos, the crusty clear stain from between her shoulders down to her beautiful firm buttocks lay testament to the force of her young lover's release caused by this amazing creature who stood before him. His tongue brought life back to the stain, making her sweet skin taste so wild and erotic

He heard her moan as he lavished her back.

“Lick him off me my darling”

She shivered as he reached her buttocks, his hot breath and wet tongue on her body—heaven, his fingers eased down her flimsy lace panties, they momentarily clung to her swollen lips, not wanting to leave paradise.

He knelt before her tight globes and continued his worship, his hunger escalating all the time. His tongue gently eased between her cheeks and ran over her rosebud, a deep sigh escaped from her lips and her head fell back, he knew all her spots, he buried his face for a long second, savouring her juices whilst moving the red silk panties down her legs until they hit the floor with her dress.

She stepped out of her panties, so wet, so creamy. Grabbing them he closed his eyes as he brought them to his face and took a deep breath, the heady aroma coursed through his sinuses making him groan involuntarily, her giggle filled his ears as he took a deeper breath, he looked up and saw her sultry smile, he felt like he’d been caught with his hands in the cookie jar, he felt himself blushing.

She giggled again then flicked her hair and walked to the bed—that walk, her head high, her hips swaying with every long step, moving in perfect harmony, slow motion, pure seduction.

“Come, my darling cuck, there’s so much more to savour” her voice suddenly playful.