I SMELL HER LONG BEFORE....

I smell her long before i see her as a trail of her perfume still hangs on the staircase as I start to climb the stairs... the giddy mix of spices engulfs me followed by flashes of seduction which sweeps through me as my senses go into overload. Nearly out of breath, taking two steps at a time, images of her and i fill my head. Images of us; The darkness of her skin clashing with mine, pasty and lilly white; The curve of her neck as she lifts her mouth to kiss me; the tiny silken curls of hair that gently tease me to touch the softness at the her nape of her neck; the urgent desire that suddenly overwhelms us as our mouths meet, wet, warm and exploring. My heart is now racing, thundering in my ears as I reach the door.

Opening the door I hear the sweet murmur of Billie Holiday which whirls around my head pulling me to where she is sitting, Her back to me on the floor bathed in the glow from the mac which sits in her lap. She is lost, not hearing me enter the room. I remove my shoes and put down my bag.

She is sitting cross legged in the semi-darkness of the room, wearing her favourite huge blue faded sweatshirt surrounded by papers and empty cups that litter the thick fur rug. Quietly I kneel down close behind her. Coldness radiates from my body suddenly making her stiffen and wait. I slide my hands down the front of her sweatshirt, absorbing the soft warm contours of her. Her nipples harden almost immediately as our skin touches, my frozen lips on side of her neck, burn. Closing her eyes she leans into me as her breathing quickens. Holding both my hands on her nipples which are now rocks beneath my palms she pulls me gently forward. I am now eager to find her mouth. Our mouths lock, firm and hungry kisses with a knowledge of what is to come..

Arching her back into me, my hands trace the shape of her now rhythmic body, slowly warming to her temperature. Still her nipples remain hard as my fingers brush over them. She reaches up and wraps her arms around my head wanting more of my tongue inside her. I gently reach to lift the sweatshirt over her head, not leaving her mouth until the last possible minute, gasping seeing her naked skin glow in the light of the mac, I throw the sweatshirt over my shoulder and reach for her.