Hmmm lying back she feels her body relaxing in a bath of hot, steamy water. The scent of her favorite, French imported bubble bath Chez-Lavender fills the candle-lit air....she lounges dreamily...soaking her lean, silken body. Letting her mind drift to the sound of Rhiannon by Fleetwoodmac she raises one delicate feminine arm and massages oil-scented bubbles onto it before letting it slowly sink back into the water. She repeats the same slow, languid movement to her other arm. oohh how she loves the feel of her body under her hand. Her hand starts to massage oil onto her firm, well-rounded breasts, first one, around and around and then the other. Sliding her body lower, the water massaging and caressing her, her mind floats to images of the night with him; her lover, his power. Images of the previous night begin to flicker behind her closed eyelids:

He came to her...tall, masculine defined male body, thick-corded muscled thighs moving toward her like a sleek powerful panther on the hunt, sure of its course and prey. She smiles shyly to her hunter and raises her arms to him...he approaches steadily...silently...stalking. In one movement he bends and picks her up....cradled tight and safe to his chest he hugs his prize to him...her body molding automatically to his. She can feel his breathing and the slow steady beat of his heart. Time and music blend as one, as he moves fluidly and slowly toward the bed.

He stands before her bed made of ivory satin sheets, of pillows with lace trim, of her old, tattered and worn, favorite stuffed dog; so out of place among the feminine finery. Slowly and so delicately he places her gently on the bed, he has the whole night ahead of him and his actions are not rushed but oh so clear. He stands next to the bed as she looks at him; his blue eyes piercing into hers, his long brown hair with dignified streaks of gray is held by a single strip of leather at the back of his neck. Her eyes travel over him, her lover, from his chest down over his flat stomach...lower to his erect cock. He stands like this watching her so she can take her time and look him over...seeing what will soon possess her and when he sees her shiver he moves onto the bed.

Stretching out his body next to hers he leans on one elbow and looks down at her. Her body naked for him to look over, inspect at his leisure, touch and caress. The shadows that play across her breasts call to him and draw him to them. He moves....his mouth covers one firm, hard nipple as his hand reaches to dance with the other nipple calling to him. He loves to look at their peaks, those hard nipples there for his pleasure to poke and play with. Hmm, she feels the tug of her right nipple pucker as he sucks the tiny morsel into his mouth...rolling his tongue over it. Her nipple being tugged up high and tight as he holds it with his teeth. She moves her head slowly from side to side and moans with pleasure as he pinches and sucks her nipples. Caressing her breasts he feels his passion rise and can feel his cock growing thicker and harder. He sucks harder and slides his hand down over her delicate feminine mons . That juncture reached he plays with her curls pulling on them, running his fingers through them. He pushes and spreads her thighs apart and slides his hand down cupping her vagina, squeezing slow and massaging her. She feels his hand cupping her heat and feels the need growing to move against his palm. Her body reacts to his palm... moving, massaging her, and the pressure between her legs finally drives her body to heat and passion.

His fingers delve between her private lips and finds the core of her heat; she is wet for him...she is ready for him - he is ready for this! He feels that point in need, that point within his being of no return, that point where lust rules all. The sound that breaks from his throat is from deep in his chest, a primal need, a man's need. As the candle burns brighter the room seems to take on a life of its own, intensity, a burning passion.

With an age old intensity born of need he moves swiftly down her body, forcing her thighs wider as he lifts her hips and brings her core to his waiting mouth. Hmmm, yes, her body feels his hot lips searing a path from her clit to her opening, where his tongue drives in and out piercing and darting. She tries to move away from the heat scorching her body but he pulls her tighter against his mouth sucking her clit hard, pulling it, drinking her woman's nectar as it flows to his thirsty mouth. She groans in need and moves against his mouth, toward the heat, toward the point that is making her body tingle and tighten in need of release and possession.

As her body grinds, bucks against his lips and tongue and her need rises to a fevered pitch he moans, as he feels her give over to his total control. He drinks of her, quenching his need to taste her, devour her into his body.

The candle flares, lavender scent fills the air, the music burns the two shadows on the wall flicker and dance apart yet in unison of a woman in need to give and a man in need to possess.

She feels it now, the point where her body and mind scream as one and in one final movement of total need and blinding fire she flies over the edge, into waves of passion crashing over her.

He lifts her hips higher, straightens up and in one smooth thrust impales her on his cock ...her pussy grips him like a vise. She gasps...he drives into the heat, throwing his head back...roars his possession...explodes in sensation of crashing waves of orgasm from him shooting into her body. On and on he flows into her...he thrusts one last time... groans and rests on her, holding her to him, hugging her body to his....his prize....his prey... his love.

The candle flares and the shadows on the wall dance but as one amongst the soft music as the scent of lavender fills the air.