A gentle smile that mimicked the cozy warmth of the fire crossed her face as I gazed into her icy blue eyes. The two bright crystals deeply searched my own dark, almost coal black eyes. The fire light played its many splendid colors across her golden blonde hair as my fingers tenderly combed through it. Her radiant, young face beamed up at me as we took hold of each others hands and interlocked our fingers. Our faces grew closer and our eyes locked together and in that moment, I was in heaven. My arms wrapped around her waist and her hands slid under the collar of my already unbuttoned black, silk shirt. The rough skin of my hands found warmth against her smooth back. She playfully slid her hands across my shoulders, causing the dark material to fall around my arms. She then very subtly hinted that I should let the shirt fall to the floor. As I obediently did so, she grinned mischievously. I was anxious to find out what kind of mischief she was up to, but was not about to rush her. The slow, drawn out, assisted removal of clothing could always be considered pleasurable. We now stood face to face, the fire casting its dancing shadows across our faces and onto the walls. The flames flickered, lightly reflecting off our almost identical silk outfits. The only difference between the two was that mine was black and hers was white. The shirts had six buttons down the front and one on each cuff. Beneath the shirts, we wore low-cut, loose-fitting, sleeveless t-shirts. The outfit was completed by matching silk pants with an elastic waist-band.
This whole time I had been trying to guess what would happen next. Then I noticed that the top button of my companion's shirt was already undone. After closer examination, I found that the bottom two buttons were also undone. These observations prompted me to decide for myself what would happen next.
Without a word, I moved even closer to her. The only sound was the light crackling from the fireplace on the opposite side of the room. I silently leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. As I did this, she closed her eyes. I followed this kiss with many others, leading slowly and softly to her ear, then down her neck and across her collar bone. With each tender kiss my hand moved closer and closer to the lowest of the three buttons on her shirt that had not yet been released. By the time I reached the base of her neck, I had unbuttoned the lowest of the three disks. After I crossed to the edge of her shirt collar, I started moving back up. My lips touched lightly against her earlobe as the second circular disk was moved form its holding place. For a moment we gazed into each others eyes, letting ourselves get lost inside the scorching flames that were reflected there. The bright blue color behind the reflection made her eyes seem like two clear, mountain lakes with dazzling flames dancing upon them.
I glanced down at the button only long enough to locate it. I was focused on the light in her eyes as I unbuttoned the last of the small, round pieces. The silk slid easily across her smooth skin and fell silently to the floor. With our silk shirts both discarded, our fingers locked together again and we smiled brightly at each other, knowing that we were both forming some kind of scheme and wondering who's plan would succeed. She took the initiative and stepped closer to me. She pulled her hands free from mine and guided my arms around her waist. Her hands slid across my shoulders towards my neck. Each tiny hair on my arms stood up as her fingers gently caressed the back of my neck and ran through my hair. Then, without warning, she ran the nails of her left hand across the back of my neck all the way around to my collar bone and then continued down the center of my chest to my navel. I closed my eyes and leaned my forehead against hers as a wave of chills surged through me from head to toe. When the wave passed, I opened my eyes to see that the minchievous grin had returned to her face. Her nose brushed against mine and then she laid her head down on my shoulder. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer as she intentionally breathed a long stream of warm air down the front of my sleeveless shirt. Then I felt her lips against my neck, as her soft kisses made their way up to my ear. As her lips moved upwards, her hands slid slowly across my shoulders and down my arms until they reached my waist. From there, they slipped under the bottom of my shirt and crept up my back. Then, once again, she dragged her nails across my skin from my shoulder blades to the waist-band of my pants. As another wave of chills overpowered me, she grabbed hold of my sides and playfully threw me backwards. I stumbled backwards, nearly tripping on my silk shirt, and landed on the edge of the king-sized bed. My companion stood back for a moment, grinning at me. I sat with my hands gripping the sheets, waiting as patiently as I could, as she stared directly into my eyes and moved slowly towards me. When she reached me, she placed her hands on my knees and let them slide along the smooth, silk pants to my waist. From there, she let them slip under my "wife-beater" shirt and up to the center of my back. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her in closer. This time instead of chilling me with her nails, she guided the material of my shirt up to my shoulders. I pulled my arms back through the holes and she slipped it over my head. As she dropped it behind her, I wrapped my arms around her waist again. She put her arms around my neck and pulled me closer, letting our faces stay parallel. Her lips gently brushed the side of my face, then my ear, and then my neck. It wasn't enough to qualify as a kiss, but the sensations it produced were amazing. Heat waves flowed down my back and arms and a pleasant, tingling feeling covered my entire head. Then she let her lips brush mine. I leaned forward to kiss her, but was stopped rather abruptly by an uplifted finger. She grinned and traced her nail slowly across my lips, melting every nerve in my body. When I regained my senses, I realized that with my "wife-beater" removed, she was ahead in our game of pleasure. I looked forward to evening the score, but I was still careful not to rush things along.