A Fantasy Love Affair

I'm mesmerized by his soft fur. I could sense his longing so ventured further south. 'A Fantasy Love Affair' starts to play softly. How appropriate. A low moan escapes his full lips as I brush the sheet from his waist. It never ceases to leave me breathless. How can one man be so perfect? He shivers as my hand glances his extraordinary tool. I reach for the vodka rocks that I poured for him but he has no interest in anything but my movements. The condensation drips onto this firm stomach heightening every sensation in his taut body. I swirl the ice in the glass then place it just below his waist...a hairs breadth from the tip of my longing. Droplets find their way through the rough as they make their way to the sheet. I leave the glass there as my lips play on his chest. Our eyes meet. Nothing else in the world matters at this moment. My tongue cuts a trail through his curls as I head toward the glass. Lifting the glass to my lips leaves a perfect, wet circle. I trace the circle with my warm breath. My hair lightly brushes what now appears to hold every drop of blood in his body. He thrusts his hips hoping to hasten my touch. I sip an ice cube from the glass and run it over my tongue. With the ice slowly melting I move lower so I can taste his rigid love. My lips are ice cold as I softly, seductively kiss the base sending a quiver through his entire being. I smile. I realize I need to move slowly. This night will last forever if I have my way.