"You will be the death of me," she said, breath caught in her throat as his lips closed over hers.

His kiss tasted like spearmint and coffee. His lips were succulent, taking her to a hot summer day, biting into a ripe, sweet, and taut strawberry. She opened her mouth, let his tongue in and took the breath he gave her from his own lungs. His tongue found hers, their tips touched, in a silent greeting. Their embrace ensued, tongues wrapped around each other. She let him guide her, she went wherever he wanted to go, exploring with him the crevices of her mouth she didn't know existed. She couldn't believe how much nerve endings were on her lips, her gums and her palate.

God Almighty! She had being doing it wrong all this time!

When his hands moved down her back and found the spot, right where her back met with her butt, she gasped. The thrill of his hands, just hanging, teasing, but not quite touching her butt was somehow more passionate than if he had actually just grabbed her and taken her right then.

Slowly, taking his time, he led her to his bed, like a dancer, leading his partner in a tango. At the foot of the bed, he pulled away from her, breaking the spell he had cast on her for a minute. He stood in front of her. Leisurely, he went down on his knees, pulled up her dress, inch by inch, and was once again standing face to face with her, as he pulled her dress over her head.

Her heart was beating so fast she could hear the pounding in her ears.

She felt she was about to levitate.

He dropped the dress gently on the side. Then he traced his index finger, ever so gently across her collar bone, left to right. When he was done, he whispered softly into her ear, "lay down."

At first she sat on the edge of the bed, and slowly slithered further into his bed. She had never felt as sexy as she did in that moment.

He stared straight at her and took off his clothes, piece by piece, a striptease that was glorious, yet punishing. When he was done, he crawled towards her, cradled her head and laid her down gently.

As her head hit the bed, her hand fell to the side and brushed something. She made nothing of it because he was kissing her neck, moving to her ear lobe, trailing the tip of his tongue on the edges.

She heard a moan come out of her throat and simultaneously, she caught a glimpse of their entwined bodies in the mirror in the closet across the room.

Something else also caught her eye, which she recently upgraded with LASIK surgery.

Etched on the headboard, very lightly, was the word, “NUR.”