Music and loving....... if she'd thought being swept of her feet had taken her to a glittering fairytale world.......the way he sang to her; continued their undressing and culled sweet torment from her body with his lips and fingers held her spellbound.<br/><br/>The contradiction of his hands, the gentleness, the strength, the tender caresses and work roughened skin thrilled her. His body, revealed once more, was gloriously, wonderfully masculine and she wondered how she'd ever had the confidence to invite him for a meal, stripped and resplendent his presence was so compelling. Even the loosened shirt did nothing to contain it.<br/><br/>The erotic tension he created climbed higher and higher, and she whimpered as his breath caressed her mound, but it wasn't until he kissed her again that the spell seemed to break it's hold on her and she could respond to him. She wrapped her arms around him, joining in bringing their bodies tightly together her mouth opening to his need and letting the building strength of his kiss engulf her.  His erection carved out even more wanting inside her, her body still sang to his words.<br/><br/>Her hands needing to touch him slipped under his shirt, her fingertips mapping his back, every contour evoking the memories of their last night together and the rushing images which kept running through her mind.  She kissed him with the catalog of her desires, her mouth asking, yielding, provoking, her finger nails gently skimming his skin.