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Golden Sunlight, Music, A Man & A Dark Haired Beauty

“What, you’ve never heard of him?!  Get the fuck out of here,” she says with a giggle in her voice.
“No, I‘ve never heard of the guy!  I don’t know EVERYBODY!”   I laugh with a shrug.   “What?!  We have to fix that right now,” she says springing up crossing quickly to her laptop.

As she goes, my eyes follow noticing for the first time golden sunlight of afternoon painted on the walls of the apartment. It dawns on me that I’ve spent hours here sitting with this Brazilian/Italian beauty laughing and talking about everything and nothing at the same time.  In that moment I can’t think of a better way to have spent my day.

I’m pulled back into the moment as the strains of a bluesy dobro begin to fill the room. “Mmm…I LOVE this song,” she says as her body begins to sway. Looking back over her shoulder she makes sure that I’m watching, as if there were anything else in the room I’d rather look at.  Her body moves in perfect time to the music. Her hips turning and rolling as I feel an electricity fill the air between us.  She turns slowly, dancing ever closer, her supple body moving and twisting in ways that leave me completely enthralled.  As she sways her hands caress over her curves making me wish it were my hands roaming her.  Finally bridging the distance between us she reaches out running her fingers in my hair, hips still moving she bends to my ear, “Play me.”

I know that shift of her voice and its one of my favorite little things about her.  A subtle change,  one you might not notice if you’re not paying attention, but one that will melt you if you do. Equal parts playfulness, sensuality and desire, and all of it punctuated by the look in her beautiful eyes. We both know that when I hear it, I’m in her hands and there’s no fighting it.  Who in the world would want to?  My hands go to her swaying hips, pulling her down on my lap as her mouth finds mine and we kiss deeply.  The song plays on and her hips continue rolling against me.  My hands finally free to roam over her body as our breathing becomes more urgent.  My mind overloaded with every little sensation of her.  The feel of her moving against me, the soft smoothness of her skin, her lips on mine, her scent…all of it intoxicating and I can think of nothing more than how I want her…how I need her!

 

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