Everything seemed in slow motion, almost as an old time movie reel of some great love story from yesteryear.  He stood transfixed by her captivating beauty, her eyes glistening in reflection of his own desire, her body covered with satin that clung to all the right places and draped delicately across her body in a picture perfect image of seduction personified.  He wanted so much for this moment to be one they could cherish for the rest of their days, the rest of his life, the rest of eternity.  He felt so drawn to her, and knew exactly why, for their love was stronger than any epic ever written, any movie scripted, and any couple ever in this wondrous level of pure connection.<br/><br/>He stepped to her in the center of the door frame and gently placed his hands on her hips as he drew them closer to himself.  As his body came in contact with hers his hands slipped around her waist and pulled at her to close the gap, having to shift his hips a bit to nestle his raging hard-on against her pubic mound just as his bare chest pressed against the satin of her gown.  The electricity of the contact could have powered a city in its intensity and he leaned to her to press his lips to hers with long slow deliberate passion.<br/>So, here they were, alone at last, literally in the doorway to a future together, held in state with but a kiss.  As he parted his lips from hers the words formed, yet the voice shook with anticipation “Marti, make love with me, long and slow; I want to feel each moment of our first time and press it to my memory.”<br/><br/>He stepped back a half step and drew her hands to his as he walked backwards towards the bed.  As they reached the side of it he stopped and gazed at the figure before him and again took her in his arms to kiss her with even more heated advance.  His hands pulled at the gown and soon had it up over her hips lifting at it as his body trembled with lustful desire to be with her, to be inside her, to be the best lover she had ever found, with no need for another for the rest of her life.  He lifted it up to her shoulders and parted long enough to draw it over her head, dropping it to the floor.  Again he pressed his body to hers; this time he could feel every inch of the full bodied woman that was his mate.  His hands roamed her back and buttocks, his swelled cock pressed at her mound from beneath his shorts and he wanted so much for it to feel the flesh of her as well.  He allowed his hands to leave her for a moment and pushed them from his hips and felt it as they dropped from his body to pool at his ankles.  He stepped back as he grasped her hands once again, this time to have the distance between them to gaze on her fully naked form and have her able to do the same of his if she wanted to.  “Marti” he whispered “You’re beautiful kitten….allow me to make you purr with delight…”<br/>