Take Her Down – Mel Afoa

The sweetest tasting wine bottle pops open,
Bacardi dominates the taste buds,
Smells of freshly cooked Mediterranean pasta fills the air,
Mixing together with the smell garden-fresh mint,
Intimately decorating the plate of pasta heaven.
The new champagne glasses are out on the satinwood dining table,
The cutlery laid out perfectly, with the candles lit to add warmth,
The chocolate moose cake dessert setting peacefully in the fridge.

She stands behind the door nervously,

Her fingers twitching with anticipation,
Dressed brilliantly in a fine shade of white,
The curves of her womanly body wrapped tightly,
The lacy white dress hinting at delight and content.
Her black heels are strapped lovingly around her feet,
Smooth legs stocking-less to show the miles they go on for,
The colour of her mocha skin brilliantly emphasised with coconut lotion.
The curls of her mahogany hair caresses her face and shoulders,
Her full lips shaded with a light pink lipstick,
Make-up minimal, the nerves at a maximum.

She taps at the door with shaking knuckles,

Hoping he'll like not only her personality,
But the fact she decided to keep her face all natural besides her lipstick,
And her figure-hugging dress.
She sighs, and prays for a good time as she hears his feet coming closer to the door,
And immediately puts on a charming smile as he opens it with a grin.

Walking in hesitantly, the nerves transform from wind to hurricane,
Her stomach full of gliding butterflies,
Twisted knots and marching ants.
She turns to him and immediately notices the smouldering gaze fixed upon his handsome features,
The heat of it lighting up a fire in her heart, mind and body.
He says nothing, his blue irises inspecting the curve of her hips,
The eight-inch heels with the leather straps around her ankles,
The way her hugging-dress shapes her full breasts perfectly.
He notices her swallow nervously, and she sees the fire in his eyes.
He licks his lips, and she steps back one step.

“You look beautiful”, his smooth voice says, and those three words put her heart in a frenzy.

He runs one hand through his golden-brown hair,
The plain black shirt failing to hide the sharp planes of his muscular body,
His lower half wrapped around in a good pair of jeans.
Her lower body ignites again as she watches his biceps twitch,
The muscles sending her mind into a sexual state.
She smiles hesitantly, but the smile drops as he walks forward,
His intense gaze rooting her on the spot.

One hand wraps around her waist lightly, and she gulps loudly,

His seductive chuckles filling the air.
He lowers his head slowly, her heart beating as quick as a drum.
The candles on the table crackling with the breeze dancing through the window,
The view of a majestic twilight hinting through the tan curtains,
A beautiful summer.
She sighs with delight when she feels the stubble on his face against her cheek,
Closing her eyes and smiling as he drops a small kiss against the corner of her mouth.
With that, he steps back and leads her towards the candlelit table,
His gentlemanly manners streaming through, though his mind stays firmly in the gutter.

He watches her every move when they eat, her laugh causing another stir to his groin,
Hard as a rock he becomes when her giggles fill the air.
She talks with confidence as she answers his many questions,
And though on their third date, in his small but happy apartment on fifth avenue block,
He finds the beauty opposite him intriguing as ever.
After the second date last Thursday, he knows he'll make it a quest to have this woman,
And eventually put a ring on the deliciously-looking mocha-coloured left wedding finger of hers.
She smiles as he showers her with compliments, and he notices her shyness and hesitance,
But he knew that the gorgeous beauty before him, with a little red wine and funny conversation,
Could turn into a complete 180.

The main meal is served, and she compliments him on the amazing cooking,

To which he shrugs off, and she inwardly smiles.
She stands up to take the plates to his kitchen sink,
And at first he stands to help her, but the sight of her perfectly shaped bottom hypnotises him,
Leaving him to try and hide the big bulge under the table.
The spell of Bacardi does it's magic as the nerves disappear through the window,
And she adds a little wiggle in her step when she feels his heating gaze on her backside.
She bend in front of the kitchen sink to retrieve the sponges underneath in the sink cupboard,
And the bulge strains, begging for release.

She giggles loudly when she feels his arms on her waist as she gets back up,

And her holds her there as they wash her dishes together.
He runs his hands down her body, his fingers tracing her every curve,
Happiness filling him as he feels her body slowly, teasingly.
He was pleased to find the woman before him was full of curves,
As he had his fair share of sticks and bones in the past.
His fingertips hold onto the bottom of her short, lacy dress,
And he grins as she stiffens in his arms, noticing her pause when washing.

There's no time left to spare, no time to wait,

The polite and expected conversation are over and done with.
The sexual tension heightens to an extreme,
And as the wind blows lightly towards them, leaving the hairs on her neck standing,
He knows it's time.

He kisses the skin on her neck gently, slowly.

His full lips linger for a while, and she stops cleaning all-together, hands gripping the sink.
The hands around her waist bring her closer, and she feels the bulge against her rump,
Standing bold, standing proudly against her.
His tongue appears, and so does his teeth as he slowly works his way against the skin of her neck.
Her tight grip on the kitchen sink only encourages him,
To go forward and venture into this woman,
Know every plane on her body.

He turns her around slowly, and sees the pupils on her brown eyes dilate,

When he wraps an arm around her waist, the other weaving through her hair,
And with a small smile, he leans forward,
And time stops as he brushes his mouth against her heavenly full-looking lips.
Her lips feel soft and warm, which only encourages him to go deeper.
She sighs against his lips, and he immediately takes the opening,

His tongue making an appearance and quicker entering to find hers.

She gasps, when his tongue touches hers,
And a few seconds after familiarising with the presence of his organ in her mouth,
Their tongues quickly fight for dominance.
Her hands slowly worm around his neck as their tongues dance fiercely,
Gently, lovingly, harshly.

After a few minutes of dominating her mouth, he takes it to the next level,

His hands tracing her every curve as they slide lower,
Until they find a perfect spot on her hips,
And with skill, without taking his wicked tongue from her mouth,
He picks her up and lifts her onto the clean wooden bench next to the sink.
She pushes back, looking flustered and shocked,
Which only makes him harder.
Harder than ever before.

The wind continues to dance through the open window as he leans forward,
Hands harshly pulling her head forward,
Lips meeting once more,
Tongues in a warrior dance.
He leaves his hands wrapped around her neck and he licks her lips,
Sucking her tongue and smirking as he hears her moans.
She wraps her long legs around his waist,
Her hands trying and failing to support her body against the bench.
He rips his mouth from hers after taking a while to suck her bottom lip,
And starts biting and licking his way down her neck.
She tries to muster up words to refuse his love-bites,
But thinking was impossible,
And the only thing coming out from her mouth were her moans.
Loud moans.

His lips and tongue follow her collarbone,

Making a small, delicate pattern,
Remembering every single outline of her neck, the freckles that lead towards full breasts.
He sends thanks to the Heavens for her wearing a V-shaped dress,
And as soon as he had a good hold of perfectly-round rump,
His tongue starts licking through the valley of her breasts.
He groans inwardly as he hears her whimper,
Her body lifting towards his tongue,
While he plants small kisses on the side tips of her breasts.
“Ple...please...”, she whispers while closing her eyes,
And he stiffens, his lips teasing down the valley.
When she whispers his name, he stops what his adventure of her covered breasts,
And steps back.

Sexual tension causes them to suffocate slightly, and she impatiently calls his name once more.

His eyes refuse to leave hers as he slowly takes off his fitting t-shirt,
Smiling as he sees her eyes wander,
Her intimate gaze lingering on the small trail of hair leading down towards his bulge,
And she smirks as she sees how big it has become.
He moves forward once more, and she licks her lips,
Only to be disappointed when he just stares at her.
“Take it off”, his husky voice demands slowly, and her gaze widens.
He looks towards the lower part of her body, and she realises what he wants.
She slowly gets off the bench, their eyes refusing to leave one another,
And within ten seconds, the lacy-black Victoria secret underwear is off.
He licks his lips as he grabs her hips and lifts her back on the bench,
Slowly, silently.

With one more gaze at her beautiful features, he knows there is no going back.

As he slowly hikes up her dress, he knows the woman before him has him hooked.
Hooked on her every curve, every feature.
As she looks at him with impatience eyes, also mixed with happiness and wonder,
He knows she's got him wrapped around her body, and that little pinkie.
As he leaves trails of kisses from her matching black bra down to her small belly button,
He stops thinking.
When he gets to her perfectly-kept mound, he just smiles.

Smiles as he realises how much she wants him.

Smiles as his arms hold onto to her legs to spread them further.
Smiles as his tongue touches that pink matter.
Smiles as he takes her down.