Soul of an artist

"Come here", he whispered in her ear while he stroked away her long hair. She moaned lightly and writhed around to pull his arm over hers. Their skintones were diffrent; his was dark, especially at this time of year. Hers was yet light as moonbeams and cream. He pulled her closer, he kissed her neck and he kissed her neck again. He used his free hand to carefully slide down his fingers inbetween her thighs."