She met him at the front door wearing only a black silk dressing gown, loosely tied so her creamy white skin glowed against the material. Her finger swept silently and quickly to his lips to silence him. Her hands moved to his chest, feeling the muscular man beneath the clothing and then slid to his shoulders and down his arms as she removed his jacket and let it fall to the floor. He reached for her and pulled her into a tight embrace leaning in to kiss her glistening lips. As steathfully as she removed his jacket she turned her head causing his lips to land on her neck, below the left ear. She shivered as contact was made and smiled when he inhaled deeply the scent of mandarin oranges and vanilla.

She turned, taking both his hands into hers, and led him into the other room. Candles glowed throughout and provided all the light she needed as she began to unbutton his shirt. Everytime he reached for her, she frowned and forcefully put his hands back to his sides; when he tried to speak her finger would silence him again. With each button she undid she placed a light kiss on his skin; his skin remembered each one as if it had been put there by a hot branding iron. She slid the shirt from his body. To his surprise, she was on her knees in front of him before the shirt hit the floor. He reached for her and again received the same frowning pout as she pushed his hands back to his sides. A sly smile crossed her lips as she noticed a growing buldge in his trousers. Careful not to touch him, she unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants and took extra caution with the zipper. He watched from above as her hands moved over him without touching and saw his pants being pushed down to the floor.