He is barely able to believe how this evening has played out, the very fact that he finds himself here in the house of the most beautiful and intriguing woman he has ever met. Although he'd admit he went to the bar in the hopes of an introduction never in his wildest dreams would he have believed that within a just hours of taking her hand in his that he would now be being led up the stairs to her bed by that very same hand. He has always been successful with women, casual relationships have come as frequently and easily as he'd wanted or needed but this is different. For the first time in forever he feels the deepest possible connection with a human being since the death of his mother. He is truly, madly and deeply in love with the goddess like creature whose hand he holds and who holds in her alabaster palm his heart.

Her honesty was something he found astounding and yet not unwelcome. There was no coyness or pride in her revelations of past lovers they were just a fact of history – part of what had made her but not what defined her. It was tonight that would be the defining moment in their future. The actuality of her trust in taking him to the inner sanctum of her bedroom demonstrated that even if this was in fact only ever to be a relationship of hours that it will stay with her forever.

And now standing in the simplicity of her room her body still encased in its silken shell of the kimono style gown he is beyond the lust that has always come before with this kind of encounter. It would be enough he knows to hold her, to enfold her into his arms to shield her with his body until the end of time but the fact that she wants him, that her eyes are dark with desire, her breath catching in her throat is utterly intoxicating.

"Put your hands on me Ethan."

Slowly like he is touching something sacred he moves his hands to the tie of her belt pulling it so the robe falls open. Underneath she is naked, her pale skin gleaming like moonlight in the dimly lit room. He runs the back of his fingers down the valley in between her breasts down to her navel and back again. He mouth curves in a smile and a faint sigh escapes her lips. His hands return to her silk clad shoulders and inch by inch he pushes the silk away until it cascades unfettered to the floor and she stands there in her naked glory. His eyes travel down her body his gaze an act of worship. She is as slender as a whip and as finely made, her breasts full in contrast and rose tipped. His mouth waters at the sight of them peaked as they are in the cool of the room. She raises her hand to clasp the back of his neck in a gesture so familiar it takes his breath away and he knows that in some way they have been here before, that his very act has been played out down the corridors of time to where they stand together on this night.

"Come." Her voice is no more than a whisper and yet to his ears a siren's call and he follows as she turns leading him towards the bed.

Wordlessly she lays down on the snowy covers her skin against the stark whiteness of the sheet becoming warmer. He takes a moment to commit every detail of her to his memory before removing his underwear to join her, to lay naked by her side warming the coolness of her flesh with the heat that radiates off his. Her skin is as delicate as he imagined, smooth and fine as silk as he runs his hands down over her rib cage to the jutting bones of her hips. He splays his hands over the slight curve of her abdomen marvelling at how his thumb and little finger easily reach the bones that protrude from her hips feeling her skin heat under his touch. The hitch in her breathing brings his attention back to her face. Her lips are biting down on the plushness of her lower lip. He captures her mouth with his and she matches his passion her lips opening under his accepting his tongue using her own to taste him, pull him deeper. His hands move to her breasts fingertips stroking the swells and curve of their sides and finally moving to brush against the tautness of her nipples. Gently he pulls at their peaks causing sighs of pleasure to emit from between her lips kissed to swollen redness by his mouth. He moves his mouth down over her jaw along the long column of her neck which she curves under his mouth as his fingers continue to tease the sensitive points of her breasts. And then he can bare it no longer bringing his mouth to hover over the reddened nub. Slowly he lowers his mouth taking her nipple rolling the hardened flesh in his mouth sucking it taut before using his tongue to sooth the sting. Holding the heavy roundness of her breasts in his hands he moves from one to another her torn moans of pleasure showing him exactly how to use his lips, teeth and tongue to prolong the ecstasy of his worshipful ministrations.

He hardens further in response to her pleasure and his mouth glides down over her ribs and the soft concave of her stomach. His tongue dips to outline the sharpness of her hipbones and he feels her body stretch and warm like her blood is moving to the surface of her skin itself aching for his touch. His hands search lower to caress the softness of her white thighs that open slightly. He moves his body up so he can watch her face one hand curled into the richness of her hair, her eyes half hooded in the dusky light of the room as he runs a gentle but insistent finger over the seam of her sex. Her eyes open as her thighs fall wider and he gazes caught by the passion in her eyes and slowly but firmly he pushes one finger into the warmth of her core. A sigh escapes her mouth and her eyes widen gleaming darkly as he curves the digit inside her to stroke the silk of her sheath. He feels her relax and carefully inserts a second to join it setting a rhythm stroking lovingly inside her. He feels her body respond to his in a way that is unique, the liquid warmth of her arousal. It is like she was make for his mouth and lips to kiss, his fingers and hand to caress. He feels the touch of her hand sliding down the flank of his body her delicate fingers finding the head of his arousal lightly scraping her nails over it so that a hiss tears from his mouth and hers stretches to smile her pleasure to then move lower to grasp his length. She begins to move her hand in sync with the rhythm he had set deep inside her body.

His mouth lowers onto hers which opens with a gasp as the pads of his fingers find the delicate spot deep inside her that makes her buck and writhe under this touch. His tongue penetrates deep into the warmth of her mouth her tongue finding his to stoke matching the movements of her hand. He can see nothing, smell nothing, taste nothing but this fey creature that moves with him in perfect accord and he wants nothing more than to stay by her, in her until there is no time except theirs.

He can feel her release is close but wants to be joined to her to feel her come around him, buried deep inside her. Slowly he extracts his fingers from her heat pulling himself into a sitting position reaching down to draw her beautiful form onto his lap. She wraps her legs around his waist and with a toss of her head and a wanton smile she slides down to sheath him to the hilt in her silken, liquid heat. He allows her to set the pace circling her hips, moving her body with exquisite control clutching her velvet clad muscles around him. He moves his hand to support her lower back the other hand moving down between their bodies the pads of his fingers finding the bundle of nerves their rubbing firmly but lightly watching the pleasure on her face turn wild as her body shudders. She brings her arms around his neck her head thrown back in abandon as she rides him and he meet her every thrust with his own. He can feel his own release building with hers and in the final seconds before she climaxes he hears her calling his name over and over again before her body spasms and he lets his pleasure flood inside as her muscles clench around him so deeply he cannot ever imagine being separate from her.

The come down is slow and languorous. Her body is draped over his like a silken cover her head resting on his shoulder, his hands tangled in her wild mane of ebony curls that seem to have a life of their own as they ensnare him ever closer to her. He feels her ragged breathing begin to calm in time with his own and slowly she lifts her head. Her blue eyes are beautifully sated, heavily lidded and her mouth bruised with kisses lowers gently to his to brush tenderly over his own swollen lips. Gently almost reverently she moves from his lap breaking the intimate bond and lays on her side pulling him down beside her. She lifts her body until he understands her unspoken request and wraps his arms around her to lay looking into her beloved eyes.

"Stay with me tonight." It is a simple request but full unspoken longing.

"And tomorrow." He responds as simply but full of unspoken meaning.

"Forever."