He approaches her gorgeous form with an amused curiousity, admiring the perfect folds and drapes of the ice-blue satin teddy that barely covers her flawless skin, as if liquid blue silver flows over her curves. His desire begins to growl deep in him, a primal hunger with which he's grown very familiar, especially when it comes to Juliet. She moves him, pleases him in every way, just by lying there smiling at him.

"Do I please you, my Poet?" Her voice is a soft whisper in the crisp, clean air that breezes from the open window.

His fixed expression of lust never changes, and his words are deliberate and sincere. "Yes, love. Absolutely. You look delicious, as always."

She smiles, sweeping a sea of strawberry blond hair from her face. "Poet, would you make love to me? I have done all that needed doing today, and have been very attentive to your wishes. It would be a lovely reward to be claimed by you, my bliss. My love, my precious Poet. Have me, please."

He can't stifle his grin completely, but he knows she saw it. "Of course, beloved -- you know I can refuse you nothing. But... I think I would rather be claimed by you today. Make me your toy -- have your way with everything I am. Touch me, kiss me, taste me. I ache and burn for you, my Juliet."

She rises to her delicate knees on the bed, and moves toward the edge. Silently, she undoes his belt, tossing it to the floor. With a smile, she undoes his black slacks, reaching into them and pulling him, already stiff and eager, free from the burden of pants. With loving strokes she coaxes him to life, careful not to speed up or squeeze him too hard, lest she cause him pain. After a moment, she lowers his slacks below his knees, and takes his full length between her cupid's bow lips, her immense, intense green eyes gazing up at him, her hands massaging his thighs and pulling him a bit closer.

"Yes, darling," he mutters, entranced by her work, "so lovely."

"Mhmm," she hums as her mouth works on him. He closes his eyes, buries his hands in her sea of golden curls.

 - Jack