Listen to this articleEdda leaned against the doorframe, chocolate tresses tumbling over bare shoulders. A lacy bralette hugged generous curves, midriff on display above a silken thong. Mesh stockings traced Edda’s shapely legs, stiletto heels accentuating her calves.
My mouth went dry. Edda was temptation incarnate.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” Edda purred, eyes gleaming. She glided into my arms, fingers tangling in my hair.
I inhaled Edda’s perfume, pulse pounding as she pressed against me. “You’re stunning.”
Edda laughed, the sound rippling over me like liquid honey. “And you’re wearing too many clothes.” Deft hands unbuttoned my shirt, trailing fire across my chest.
I scooped Edda into my arms, carrying her to the bedroom. Gently I laid her on silk sheets, kissing a path down the column of her throat.
Edda gasped, back arching as I explored her curves. She tugged at my belt, our clothing discarded in a flurry of caresses.
As moonlight filtered through lace curtains, I gazed at Edda. She was a goddess, eyes hazy with desire. I kissed her softly.
Edda’s fingers tangled in my hair, her lithe body moving sinuously under mine. Passion ignited between us, burning away thoughts of tomorrow. There was only this moment, my world condensed to the circle of Edda’s arms.
Afterwards Edda pillowed her head on my chest, tracing idle patterns across my skin. I smiled, stroking Edda’s hair. She had danced into my life, awakening my soul with her passion. My Edda, always.
“Stay with me,” Edda whispered.
“Forever,” I murmured, kissing her temple. Paradise was found in Edda’s embrace, my cherished gift of intimacy and joy. Our future gleamed, filled with the light of her smile. Edda, my heart, my home.
