Flash Fiction: You Should Be Reading

Mood

    His eyes followed her dainty fingers going down her shirt. Watching her slowly unbutton her blouse. One. By. One. The black fabric slipped down her smooth skin to the floor. He averted his eyes before he felt her fingers bringing him back to face her. Her lips gently pressed against his, forming a gentle and passionate dance. His lips took her places she had never been while his tongue against hers made her soar.
    Everything she tried to remember was just a blur. His touch going up her body felt like a sensual fire she wanted to always feel. Their clothes laid abandoned on the floor alongside their worries. Her heart raced as they moved in a rhythmic dance. Her moans trickled into the hot air of the room. She was seen as an innocent creature to most but he knew better. He knew her desires and knew her inside and out.
    She couldn't imagine it any other way. The way his lips left a tingling sensation on her neck. The way his hands moved along her curves and memorized her shape. The way he filled her every naughty desire. He treasured the way she moaned his name sweetly into his ear. The way she was vulnerable in his hands. The way he was wrapped around her finger. Sweat trickled down their bodies as they moved. His mouth marked his territory on her neck as her nails dragged down his backside. The outside world melted away as she screamed his name in pleasure when he pushed her over the edge. It only seemed like yesterday she was the innocent angel.