  (Originally Posted March, 2004) Simply the sight of her is enough to bring heat to my depths, but it's the look of undisguised desire in her beautiful brown eyes that nearly knocks me off my feet. "I'm not going to be able to finish making dinner if you keep looking at me like that," I warned as I leaned against the counter.
"I'm not sure I can stop," she replied and then quickly added, "I'm not really all that hungry anyway, at least -- not for food. " With what I would swear was a slight growl, she moved across the kitchen, her arms suddenly around me and her lips possessing mine with a gentle insistence. Her hands traveled the length of my sides , clasping my hips, pulling me closer. As our lips parted, I moaned with the loss. I dropped my head, resting it on her shoulder and threaded my arms around her waist, just holding on. I tightened my hold on her, relishing the tight fit of her thigh between my own, the curve of her breasts against mine, the answering surge of her hips and whispered, "I'm so glad you're here. " Tenderly, she cupped my jaw and leaned in for another long, searching kiss. "Me too," she whispered back when our lips parted. She then took me by the hand, leading me back to the bedroom. Once there, the momentum changed with that surge of confidence that she radiates. There was no fumbling or frustration at the amount of time it took for her to remove her clothes and then my own. With each bit of my body that was revealed and exposed, her warm mouth was there to welcome it. I was trembling, not knowing if I wanted to kiss her again or to be kissed by her again.
Either way I had to have those exquisite lips once more, had to lose myself in her touch. Radiantly beautiful, she threw the covers back and slipped into bed. She gently pulled me down to her and as she wrapped her arms around me I could feel myself melting into the warmth and softness of her body. Her lips sought out a nipple as her hand moved down my body. The feather-like stroking began and I was lost.
"Is this okay? " she asked softly. "Yes," I replied in a breathy whisper. "God, yes. " Afterward, I lay staring at the ceiling, watching the dance of light and shadow given off by the soft glow of the candles. Steph lay against me sleeping lightly, one leg thrown over my thighs, her graceful arm curled across my chest, holding me possessively. The only thought running through my head was I could stay like this forever. 
