He walked behind her, intimidated but certain that this was what he wanted, so desperately. The room was just a room, but the plants added a bit of life to it all. He watched as she shut the door, and he pulled out his wand, and cast a silencing spell about them, ensuring that they could speak without waking her daughter. He stood, not exactly sure how he should proceed. She was standing as well, and he moved to her, "Let me help you," he said, and he stepped behind her. His hands went to her zipper, and he pulled it down, exposing her bare back, a bra strap; he leaned in and kissed what he saw, letting his hands rest on her shoulder and helping to slide the dress off of her shoulders.
She pulled the blonde curls forward off her back as he pulled the zipper down to the small of her back. She watched him over her shoulder out of the corner of her eye. She blushed softly as he kissed the skin as it was exposed. She felt soft and feminine and vulnerable. It was a little scary.
Her dress moved down, and he could see her back, much like when she had been in a the swimsuit. He kissed her skin again, the top of her shoulder as it pooled around her feet, and he bent down, to pick it up off the ground as she stepped out of it. He let his hands move up her body, from her feet up her legs to her buttock and then her waist until he was facing her. The bra was sheer, and he could see every part of her through the fabric and lace. He bent down and put his mouth to her, over the fabric as he kissed her, his other hand coming up to the other to cup it and stroke it with his thumb.
She took a shaky breath as she turned, showing him all of her. She hadn't planned on sleeping with him, but the dress showed her other underthings. She told herself to breath as his mouth kissed her breast over fabric, his hand lifting her other, cupping it reverently like it was made of glass. She started to pull the zipper of his sweater down.
He moved over her, sucking on the fabric, wondering what it would feel like without the bra. He pulled back and moved his hands to her back, to work on unlatching it. When he could not get it, he moved so he could look down, and it came undone easily. He pulled back, looking into her face, and helped the bra slide off of her shoulders, to follow the dress. Her breasts were breathtaking and his mouth went dry for the moment, even as his sweater came undone. He let go of her, his eyes on hers, and in a moment, the t-shirt under the sweater came off over his head. He wasn't touching her, but he wanted to be, and his bare chest rose and fell as he stood transfixed in the moment. He swallowed again, and didn't speak, but moved to his own trousers, and steadily, he unbuckled his pants and let them fall, taking his boxers down with them so that he stood there, naked. He bend down and slid off of his socks and then looked at her, waiting for her to remove her knickers as well.
She took a deep breath as he proceeded to undress. She watched him with a soft smile. She stepped out of the black heels that had given her several inches of height. She took a deep breath before she moved to drop her own knickers, her stomach doing little flip-flops as he was naked and then so was she. She wasn't as fit as she liked, her features softened from having a baby.
He let his eyes stay on her face for the moment and then move down her body appreciatively. He stepped closer, to wrap his arms about her nakedness, his own skin touching her in every spot and making him realize how right they were together. He found her mouth and kissed her, and then guided her to the bed.
He made her tremble just by touching her skin to skin. He was so warm. She smoothed her hands along his broad shoulders, down his strong arms. She kissed him back as she slowly walked backwards towards the bed, feeling the need of his manhood pressing against her hip. She had never felt this right with someone before. Marcus had been a kind of right, but not this kind, she supposed that was why they said each love was different. She sat down on her bed as she backed into it.