Steady Breathing

Steady breathing; the breath of a runner: the only noise he ever made while with a woman. None of the women seemed to mind, they got what they wanted. Each one figured she was his one and only. A small smirk lit his lips at that.One and only for that day, maybe. Sometimes that hour. Being CEO of the company his father founded made him secure in financial state, but that did not necessarily make him secure in a family sense. Not that he cared; he was Bachelor of the Year and was making the best of it. Cheryl, Anne, Lynn, Hillary: the endless list grows with each secretive wink.

Steady breathing, that is, until Shandra. Five foot one, hourglass figure, 34C breasts, and natural hip-length, black cherry hair. She turned heads with just the slightest bash of an eyelid. His heart raced when her bright sea green eyes penetrated down to his soul. She led him a dance, flaunting and taunting then fleeing when he came near. After awhile, she seemed to wear down; he got her to agree to dinner at his place.

Steady breathing, perfect and calm and in time with his cooking. Meal set, candles lit, lights dimmed, soft song, the perfect seduction technique instilled in his mind, he escorts her into the dining room from the guest room. As he seats her his hands brush across her perfectly round ass, silky from her deep dark golden satin dress. His breath quickened through dinner, anticipation building to the moment he could have more than just a look at her in that form fitting dress.

Steady breathing long since out the window, he fawns over her during his romantic dinner. Conversation low and soft, he holds her hand, imagining the feel of her soft skin against his. The end of the meal is met with tender words as he leads her to his bedroom, soft kisses included. The deep dark golden dress falls to the floor, her soft skin melds to his, murmured words fade to moans.

Steady breathing meets his gasps.