"You trust me, don't you?", I say, my penetrating gaze holding yours.

"I guess..", you mumble uncertainly. You tear your eyes away and become fixated on the woven fabric of the cotton sheets, remembering all of our previous meetings and how I delicately guided you through each new experience. "This just feels... different"

I cup your chin in one of my large, tender hands, and lift your sight back up to meet mine, "That's perfectly natural; it can be scary the first time, but we'll take it slow." My voice is deep and reassuring, as unwavering as my stare. I reach down and glide my fingers up the outside of your legs, eventually finding your hips and giving them a gentle squeeze. Your flawless skin feels so soft to my touch, and arouses something primal deep inside me.

I pull you firmly back down from your sitting position, and straddle you about your waist. Your arms lay carelessly above your head, and I pin you down by your wrists to prevent you from wriggling away again. You let out a whimper and give me a reproachful look, "What are you..?"

In one swift movement, my right hand brushes down your inner arm and comes to rest caressing your face, while I lean in, taking a moment to breath in the sweet scent of your favourite fragrance - i had given it to you on one of our previous encounters. The perfume fills my mind with a fog of lust and desire, and sends a shiver down my spine. I place my face next to yours, and whisper in your ear, "We just need to get you in the right mood first..."