His breathe rippled and ripped across the back of her neck as the muscles in her neck went

limp,

involuntarily,

in his hands.

It was moist

and she wanted to feel it

as he breathed in every

part of her.

It was moist,

his desire.

He was commenting to her about their last encounter,

how

now was the right time

to pick up where they left off.

...she craved the taste and curves of his hips.

How she caressed his hips

with her fingertips

with

deep strokes

almost like she was clinging on the edge of her desires,

her thoughts penetrating

his skin

with a passionate flare of her ideas

forecasting to him other objectives.

The ideas meant

to linger.

Her hands squeezed the front of his hips

as she leaned forward,

her hips resting into his lap

from the weight of his torso

as he flipped her hair over her ear

and head

as he began tasting her

skin,

kissing her

from her neck up the side of her head.

Coming back into her heels,

she was now

against the wall

as he ran his hands up the sides of her ribcage, slowly up the outer rim of her

frame,

as her skin seemed to crawl ahead of her up the wall,

shadows hitting her back and forth

between him and the wall.

Some hallucination,

like a natural ecstasy

from the lust of his

caresses,

always pleasing her deep

into her bones,

it burned every time.

The pulse of the night ran from the day against her skin,

she embraced it.

It was her pleasures she found along the moving frames that made up the remainder of

conversation running in silence.

Not that she wasn't saying much,

not that she gave surrender to

being a woman

wearing the heels,

she was in her sexy,

her own candid, honest self

that she

wanted him.

This was unregrettably meant to be,

meant to happen at that moment.

Emystary asked Ebony if he remembers where they first met and if his attraction then brought

him any forecasts as to what had occurred these past months between them

or had he

envisioned a freak incident?

Was it going to last or had he made promises to pursue everything

he could sexually with her in his early fantasies alone?

I prefer not to call plans a fantasy, he replied

but blueprints that could be refined, modified

impromptu