They knelt on the bed facing one another exchanging quick, passionate kisses. Her fingers ran down his chest before rising to cup his face between her palms. He drank deeply from her lips, his hands dancing from her face to the curve of her waist and then back as if unsure of their reception.

Journeying from her lips, his mouth pressed kisses across her throat. He grasped a hand-full of honey curls, holding them clear as he explored the softness in the curving arch of her neck with his lips. She burrowed her face into the curve of his shoulders, one hand wrapped about the cuff of his shirt, the other cradling the nape of his neck.

Her eyes widened in a brief moment of shock that she was actually doing this, but as his lips pressed against her bare skin, her lids fluttered close in contented desire. Withdrawing from their tight embrace, their eyes met and once more they sought passion in each other's kiss.

Unbuttoning the sheer, peach-colored camisole she wore, he pulled away slightly, hesitating. Softly, reverently, he asked her permission � "okay?" and her reply was a nearly unintelligible murmur of assent. His eyes drifted downward and he completed his task. And again, their lips met, heavy breaths journeying between them.

Their lips stole apart, exhaling deeply and his eyes fell upon the sheer material he was slipping off of her shoulders. Capturing another kiss, he then lowered his mouth, his lips whispering upon her flesh. She arched her neck as his lips drank of the sweetness riding along the column of her throat. Trailing down her collarbone, halting just above the line of her tank top. Looking up at her, he caught her gaze with his own, needing to see her face and their lips met again.

She slipped his shirt off and it fell to the bed, along with his tie, as her hands hungrily caressed the warm muscles of his back. And they kissed, lips molding to one another, breathing shared, breath becoming one. They were lost in a reverie of passion and ecstasy, slowly � slowly falling down onto the bed.