She steps into her bathroom, shuts the door, and turns the small lock.

Just a quick shower, then bed, she thinks to herself.

She undresses, first sliding her shirt over her head, then her bra. She shakes off her jeans and underwear at the same time.  She smiles in the mirror, and wonders if he might be watching.

Oh, but I am, he thinks from his bedroom floor, and he smiles, too. She has such a beautiful smile, he thinks. Those perfectly straight, white teeth and lips so smooth, so soft...the sexiest natural shade of pink. She gives such delightful kisses with that wonderful mouth. He opens his eyes. He could almost taste her now, sweet and indulging, her silky wet toungue against his, her bottom lip under his upper.... Then he closes his lids and searches for his sensual maiden.

She has already turned on the water. He watches as her long, shiny, straight raven black hair gracefully brushes against the middle of her smooth, slender back. As she climbs into the steamy heat chamber, he remembers a time when he'd stroked the soft strands between his fingers. She pull sthe curtain of the shower shut, but he can still see her through his mind.

She steps her foot into the running water. It rains over her head, and her hair turns wet and sleek. She slowly tilts her head to drench it with water. And she thinks of him again, Its been so long, I wonder if he even remembers me.

"Oh, but I do." he whispers in his dark room.

And he enters her mind completely.

She runs her hands through her hair, then down the sides of her neck and over her breasts, stomach, and hips, feeling the warm water rushing down her sides. She shuts her eyes, then opens them, and he's suddenly behind her.  He wraps his strong arms gently around her lower stomach, caressing her hip bones. He leans his face between the left side of her neck, and shoulder, then licks her slickly wet skin. She turns her head and lifts his face with her left hand and looks into his dark, chocolate colored eyes, so dark right now, they look black. Their lips meet, and slowly begin a rythmic kiss. Finally, he finds her toungue, and his longing has been reached as he tastes her once again. He connects with her, with a bond stronger like no other. He feels strong bursts of affection for her every time she responds to his touch. He presses his thighs close against her fully round buttocks, and she slowly turns to face him. He kisses her again, and massages her chest while he gives the mesmerizing kiss.

They lie in the tub, and he's on top of her. He thrusts into her, and she gasps. But it is not of pain, but pleasure. This mind blowing experience was another part of her, and she never knew it could have been in her. She utters his name, "David..." slow and soft. The hot water patters against his sturdy back, and their breaths are going at the same, fast rate. He thrusts into her again, and she arches her back. He lifts her hips, and she feels as if her head would explode. It feels so good, she thinks... She shudders as he pulses inside her. He pushes farther in, and she moans his name again. He bends and presses his lips agains her neck, and bites. She grabs a handful of his jet black hair and gently digs her other hand into his wet, slightly tanned skin. She can feel his pulse throbbing as her thumb brushes against his neck, and her own heart is pounding in her ears. The heat of the shower was making her want to scream.

Suddenly, the trance ends. He leaves her on the bottom of the large tub, shaking from her orgasm. Her breasts rise and fall as her breath slowly turns to normal. Did that just happen? she thinks. She touches the left side of her neck, and feels the punctures where his incisor teeth had bitten into her flesh. She lifts her fingers, and there is a small droplet of blood.

He licks his lips as he watches her lying in the tub. He would visit again soon, and explain. He smiles. But for now, he'd leave her, questioning.