She’s late — again!
Turning to the window, I focus my spyglasses on the house on the hilltop and mark my target. I zoom in on candlelight at the patio’s edge…
A moth flits and retreats to the waning and advance of the hot flashes, its midnight dance. She swoops closer, the flame’s brightness an irresistible beckoning, and there’s a flash and a tinge of smoke. Perpetually returning, the moth gives in to the unrelenting lure, feeding the flame with yet another flash and flickering. It’s a brief waltz on a razor’s edge, an elusive insatiable craving. Eventually, the early dawn bids its retreat. With heavy wings, it flies away.
My attention is broken by a rattling at the front door followed by a loud slam.
My lover enters the room out of breath and disheveled. She looks up and hustles over to greet me.
“On the hour,” I yell, grinding my teeth.
Her eyes well up at my disappointment and, slowly lifting her skirt and dropping her panties, she kneels and lays across my lap. Tense, she waits.
Grabbing a fistful of hair, I lift her head and look into deep blue eyes. I bring her in close for a soul-deep kiss.
“I’ve been waiting for this.” Grinning from ear to ear, I reach into my pocket and hand her a case. “Open it.”
She straddles my lap and flips open the felt-lined case. She returns my gaze with that minx of a smile then releases her pendulous breasts from the confines of her blouse. I don’t hesitate to affix the weighted nipple clamps. Properly adorned, my lover winces just a wee bit as I give the angels a teasing tug.
“I love them.” She winks, gives me a kiss that meets my passion, but quickly breaks our embrace with a bite on my lip.
Smiling, and stepping up onto the table, she faces the full-length mirror and begins a slow striptease dance. The soft-lit room enhances her movements, the shadows from candlelight flashing across her skin. I ease back into my chair, swirling my bourbon on the rocks before enjoying its long warm finish. I swallow hard.
She turns to face me, swaying and gyrating and begins her exercise routine. Caressing full breasts and running fingers along her curves, she dances seductively above me and turns around to watch me in the mirror. She lets the weight tug sharply on her nipples, dips before my hungry eyes, and massages her rose petals till they’re swollen. She retreats before I can react and continues with her sinful gyrations.
Astride a fruit basket, continuing to watch herself and me in the mirror, her love muscle slowly devours her chosen piece of fruit like a Venus flytrap. She continuously repeats her pulsating movement, releasing and retracting, so I can appreciate her accomplishments. When she’s earned my recognition, she straddles my face and lets the fruity nectar run down her lips and onto my parched tongue.
I snatch a burning candle and bring another’s wick close. In a flash, it ignites. I beckon to my lover at the far end of the table and, face alight with a bright smile, she backs toward the flame. She resumes her gyrating dance, caressing her ass before dropping on all fours and raising her backside. I let a few drops of wax run down her lower spine and she throws back her head, wanting more.
I trail molten wax from the base of her spine and sexy dimples down the crack of her ass to stars end. My lust is raging. Slowly lowering my zipper, she shudders with the searing heat and the heaviness of the clips biting on her nipples. I raise her tail and gently push down on her back while I bury my wick deep, inch by inch until, deep within her core, it takes her breath and soul, and sets her ablaze.
Fully spent, we lay upon the table, our sin sticking to raw flesh as we drift into a deep sleep.
I awaken to a jolt of roasted coffee emanating from my mug at the bedside. I make my way to the window and watch her sexy waltz. She sways and dips to pick a sunflower on her way back up the hill. Eventually, she reaches the patio and snuffs out the candle. She sits on the steps and replaces the candle with the flower in a vase.
My lover looks down the hill knowing I’m watching and she’s smiling like the rising sun, warming my heart.