Blue eyes.

Her silhouette in the doorway showed her body to be that of a Goddess, and even that did not do her justice. Tall and slim, curves putting straight lines to shame. Her legs endless. She started toward me, one bare footed step after each perfect bare footed step. No sound. No music. But there was dance in her step.

Light began to bathe her face; high cheek bones, perfectly sculpted nose and hair that fell in dark brown waves, drifting as walked. 
She came closer, her whole body in the light now. Her neck gave way to her chest and then the most beautiful silk dress which was draped over her shoulders, made of the most beautiful emerald green I had ever set eyes upon. It lay so carefully across her breasts, clung to her waist and fell at her hip. It swayed. Glinted in the light.

I wanted her.

She reached me -her eyes, I noticed, as green as the dress she wore. I lost myself in them and did not care. Her beauty could make the world weep.

She leaned in towards me, the scent of flowers drifted to my nose. I did not know what kind of flowers they were but it did not matter; I closed my eyes and took the smell in, never wanting to smell anything else in the world again. 

She whispered in my ear… ‘My name is Gabriella.’

It was spoken with a Spanish accent, I could picture her lips rolling on the ls. Her name played across my tongue for a few moments more.

Gabriella.

My hands lay on her hips. Opening my eyes I was, once again, staring into hers. They twinkled, stars unable to compete.
We stood, bodies so close we had become one. The balcony doors were open, the moon adding to our embrace. 
Her lips were soft, her touch light. Her tongue dancing with mine. I slipped her dress off her shoulders, it fell without a sound, running like water across Gabriella’s skin. 

She kissed my chest, taking off my shirt. Undid my belt and played at my underwear. I looked up at the ceiling, shut my eyes and smiled.

The moon was highlighting her body, everything so perfect in the dimmed light. She led me to the bed. Her hips swayed. 
I ran my finger along her leg, up her calf, round the inside of her knee and up to her waist. My touch like a feather- goosebumps appeared, a slight shiver. I looked up, her eyes were closed. 
Slowing, I rose up to her stomach, curving left then right along her skin.

It was like parchment, ready for my writers hand. I would write upon her a new novel. Not the first nor the last- I would be foolish to believe it so- but hopefully one to stay with her, to run through her mind over and over. 

My fingertip ran along the inside of her hip, a sharp intake of breath. Gabriella started to caress my torso, following the contours of my skin. Her touch sent shivers down my spine. I was now at her breasts; I do not understand their beauty but something about them makes the one of the most beautiful creations to be seen in this world. I gazed at them. Her nipples perfectly placed, her breasts pert and smooth. 

I wished to be selfish, prayed for it. Just so I could hold her forever. 

I kissed in between her breasts, up to her neck. She stretched, let out a gasp. I could feel her warmth radiate off her skin; seeping into mine, a whole new feeling, fresh like her breath.
I met her eyes again. Mine longed for more. Desperation. How ugly that must have looked, I felt ashamed to taint the beauty which surrounded me. Gabriella’s eyes were no longer of emerald. They were made up of venom, evil, but it did not phase me; in fact it enticed me. I wanted to share in her dark side. 

My tongue spiralled inwards on one of her breasts, until I reached her nipple. 
I flicked it.
Bit it.
She moaned.
Grasping at my torso, it felt like she was imploring me to delve further. 

I roamed her body, lust taking control. Desire.

At her groin, I massaged her outer lips, constantly staring into her eyes. She moaned and arched her back, her eyes wide. They were so magnificent.

Another stroke of her lips, they glistened in the light. I placed my palm flat against her pussy. It was hot. I trapped her lips between my fingers at the same time. Moaning that sounded like verse trembled from her mouth.

I kissed her again. Harder this time, she grinded herself against my hand. Her body writhing. 

“Fuck me”. 

It was a whisper in my ear. The Spanish accent racing in my mind.
Once grotesque, the word had become perfect and eloquent. A resemblance of the rest of Gabriella’s form. 

Pulling myself over her, she groped at my cock. I thanked whichever God was listening. Her pussy, wet and hot, met me and warmth spread through my whole body. The pace was rythmic, two bodies entwined in a waltz. Then the tempo quickened. Gabriella’s touch was no longer light. I could feel her nails in my back. Pain became pleasure.
Thrusts, going deeper.
Harder. 
She groaned.
Screamed. 

It was like a drug. The highest of highs. 
Ecstasy.
A taboo had become an art.

Sweat twinkled on her body. Our breathing rapid. Chests heaving. 
The world has shrunk to the size of our bed. We owned it all.

Thrust after thrust. Her body writhed still. Our eyes locked. My blue, Gabriella’s green. I told myself again how magnificent they were. My body exploding in pleasure. My mind had no set place, it had no boundaries, it was racing round corners it had never been round before.

We peaked.

The most glorious event in the world. Our world. Unequalled by anything else. Her scream was music at work. Her nails gave one final stab. Then…relaxation.

She trembled. My fingers skipped across her skin.

She gasped. Sighed. I held her close, bodies pressed against each other. My body was on fire, I felt like the God I had thanked before.

Then we lay back, bodies sprawled atop the sheets. 
Gabriella stroked my cheeks, my lips. I closed my eyes.

Gabriella