How could the subtle grazing of fingertips across her shoulder blade cause her knees to tremble? The sensation was barely a touch, only a faint haunting that teased her pale flesh through the gossamer fabric that covered it. Before her body could fully react, his hot breath was on her neck. Hunting for its source, her face turned to him. Parting in anticipation, her lips moved quicker than her feet could, yet her darling seemed to be set on taking the lead. No warm lips were there to meet her, but a firm palm pulled at the curve of her waist. Again, her body was a victim to the magic of his touch as it left her breathless. The nerves on her scalp came alive as his fingers delved into her raven tresses. Her voice broke its seal as pleasure overwhelmed her form, releasing a sighing moan. Crushing her hand in his as his face nestled against hers, Gomez indulged himself and inhaled the scent of her strong French perfume.
"Ah Cara Mia," he sighed. "With you every night is Halloween."
His hold on her tightened, a temporary solution to his heightened desire. Pounding against her breast, her heart became unmanageable. All his fingers were spread apart, spanning as far as the could across the curve of her spine. Forcefully, he pushed her lithe body against his. Morticia's head tilted back with the suddenness of the action, allowing her raven curls to tickle his knuckles. Her unknowing little tease was unbearable for her husband who quickly growled into her ear. His physique sighed into her, telling her which way he was going to move her before he even took a step. They moved seamlessly, as if they were gliding on a single breath. Like shackles, her dress imprisoned her ankles limiting her movement. Gomez's large powerful steps complimented her small ones, creating the outline that her movement would complete.
Her long crimson nails clutched at the back of his neck as she felt her pulse beat against his through their interlaced fingers. Their torsos were cemented together, one sculpture of two lovers embracing forever while each sway of their hips torturously tempted. The promise of what was to come was whispered with each gentle caress as they moved against each other. Sparkling blue eyes gazed up from behind jet black lashes, searching for him. His vision was already locked on her, his mind lost in the trance that her beauty caused. No longer able to wait, he descended upon her, greedily attacking her ruby lips. She matched his ferocity, nipping at him even as he dipped her in his arms. She melted in his hold, giving herself to him completely. Their mouths continued the tango their feet had forgotten as the clock struck seven and the sound of Lurch's gravelly voice filled their ears.
"Breakfast"