Amor Nouveau

His hands were rough and wide as if all his life he's never known the softness of a woman's touch. He caressed her doll-like face almost scratching her smooth ebony skin. He wiped away the sweat off her nose with his fingers and tasted the salty liquid. He held her close to him. His big arms coveing her, she felt safe. He held on tight as if he were afraid to let her go. She looked into his almond-shaped chocolate brown eyes and melted. He stared back into her. She kissed his soft full lips after which, he placed two smaller ones on both of her cheeks.

"Nina," he almost growled her name as he spoke softly into her ears. His soft French accent lilting his words. "Cherie, si belle." She smiled at him as he kissed her, unzipping her dress with his hands. Watching it fall to the floor, he kissed her neck. "So beautiful," he repeated. She let his hands explore her skin, closing her eyes to feel the sensation.

He left a trail of kisses on her shoulder, nibbling on her arms. He kissed her elbows, her hands, her fingers...She moaned gently, not wanting it to end. He held her as John Coltrane played "Naima" in the background. She loved the feel of her skin on his, his skin on hers. She knew where the night was heading. She was ready.

(to be continued, maybe)