Unspoken

Snow fell gently outside, coating the trees and causing the world to sparkle in the moonlight. The fire crackled in the fireplace. Candles twinkled around the room.

They lay on the couch, wrapped in each other's arms. Drinks stood forgotten on the table. She tilted her head back and kissed him, deep and long. With a sigh, she returned her head to its favorite spot against his shoulder. Her fingers traced lazy circles on his thigh. He pulled her back into the kiss, tasting the sweetness of the champagne on her lips. She savored the smoke and tart merlot on his.

They paused briefly to watch the clock strike midnight and the ball drop. "Happy new year," he whispered, nuzzling against her neck.

She grabbed his hand, leading him where they both wanted to go. At the foot of the stairs, she backed him into the wall. Her eyes burned into him, seeing through the thick haze of lust to his very core. The sound of him moan her name unhinged her and she crushed her mouth against his.

She fisted his hair, ensuring his mouth would remain locked to hers. Each step toward the bedroom was agony as the passion built to the point of pain. As they traversed the steps, articles of clothing fell to the floor, landing in a haphazard polka dot pattern on the floor.

Her lips were puffy and red when his mouth left hers. His eyes sparkled as he took her in. His gaze was like a hand running the length of her body. She bit her lip nervously, hoping that she measured up to his fantasy.

She lay back against the pillows, eyes closed in blissful anticipation. She soon felt his weight on top of her. Her eyes snapped open. When he pressed his mouth against hers, everything else went hazy.

His hands found hers, interlaced with her fingers and pinned her arms above her head. She needed to be taken, claimed by him. Her body ached for it.

She groaned when his mouth hit her neck. Gently at first. Then with more intensity. His tongue flicked the spot on her neck that sent an electric jolt through her. Her hips bucked and she began to move against him, feeling the hard length of him pressed against her hip.

His teeth nipped her shoulder. Pleasure and pain swirled together, chasing each other up. His hands, mouth, tongue roamed her body freely. The minute he touched her, she was under his spell. No one made her feel this way - desired, desirable and completely free. No matter the circumstances, it always felt right. There was nothing she couldn't say or do, no fantasy that would go unfulfilled.

His hands slid down her torso, slipping her skirt over her hips, leaving just the tiniest wisp of silk between them. She inhaled sharply when she felt his mouth make its way over her thigh. His teeth grazed her hip as he removed the red fabric with his mouth.

Smiling up at him, she saw herself reflected back in his eyes. As he lowered himself to her, she cupped her hands around his face, opening her mouth to say the words she had always longed to say to him...

...BEEP...BEEP...BEEP...

The alarm startled her out of her dream. Clutching the blankets around her, the words "I love you" still were on her lips. Maybe tomorrow night she would have the chance to actually say them out loud.

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Yeah... It was a cheap take on the theme... Check out some real polka dot stories here.