I hear the click of the bathroom door opening and shut off the dryer. Flipping my hair back, I turn and smile at you.
"What are you doing?" I ask.
You stroll over to me and slip my robe off my shoulder... then lean down and kiss the bare skin revealed. Your eyes lift up and meet mine in the mirror. You kiss me again and then step close, wrapping your arms around my waist. I lean back against you and wait for you to tell me what you're doing. One of your hands slips between the folds of my robe and you caress my still slightly damp breast. Then slide down my belly, back up and settle back on my breast. I press my back against you and close my eyes... enjoying the touch.
I softly whisper, "Does this mean that we're going to be late to the party?"
I can hear the smile in your voice but don't open my eyes. "No, Baby, I just came to tell you to wear what I've put on the bed."
I raise an eyebrow that may or may not have been noticed by you... but you're slipping your hand out of my robe and my eyes are still closed so I never know for sure. Gripping my waist, you turn me into you and kiss me deeply. I moan into your mouth and begin to lean into you... but you grip my arms and step away, closing the bathroom door behind you.
I finish putting on make-up and pull my hair up onto my head... leaving loose curls to dangle around my neck and shoulders. Walking into the bedroom, I notice that you've laid out clothes for me. You've picked out EVERYTHING. I notice that you've selected your favorite bra and panty set, which doesn't surprise me but you've even picked out stockings... which does. Getting dressed, I put on the underwear you've selected, the little black cocktail dress with the very short skirt, the black, smooth as silk stockings and the 4 ½ inch spiked pumps. At that point I smile, thinking...
he must want to carry me up the stairs... after a long night of wearing these, I won't be able to walk.
With one last look in the mirror, I head downstairs. You meet me at the bottom and your eyes are alight with approval, admiration and there's a definite glint of desire. I smile broadly at you.
"Are you ready?" I ask. "You look beautiful."
"That's my line," you say. "You're not wearing lipstick."
"I wanted to wait to put it on until you've kissed me."
"Ahh..." And you oblige by leaning in and taking my mouth with yours. It's one of those kisses that shoot fire into my clit immediately. I moan and ask softly if you're sure that we really need to go to this party. You run your hand down my back and though you don't answer with words, you direct me to the door.
I step back a little unfocused and dazed. Laughing softly, I shake my head and move to get my coat out of the closet. You help me with my coat and then lock up after we've left.
* * *
It's only been an hour but I can feel your eyes on me... watching. I glance over and catch your eye, smile in confusion and then notice the intensity with which you're looking. My own eyes respond with their answer. I raise an eyebrow and mouth, "Yah?"
You nod and take a sip of your drink. You're eyes not leaving mine.
* * *
Not too much later, I intentionally catch your eye as you're talking to your boss. I can see your focus move from them and with absolute absorption, settle on me. I bite my lip and give you the look that I reserve for my "fuck me now!" message. I watch you take a deep breath and then I turn to casually answer a question from the woman next to me.
* * *
I notice the glance over my shoulder by the couple that I'm talking with only seconds before I feel you step up behind me. I lean, oh so gently, into you... with the barest of pressure. I feel your hand run down my back, soft as a butterfly. I have to fight the urge to turn and kiss. And, I have no idea what you're saying to everyone because my focus is on your touch and the tenor of your voice... but I keep the smile on my face and nod periodically. The feel of your hand stroking my skin causes my nerve endings to wake up. You lean down and whisper into my ear, "I want to be inside you so badly I can taste it. When we get home, don't plan on sleeping." My eyes cross for a moment but I've closed them quickly. Only you notice that my nipples have gone hard and that my knees have turned to jelly. I'm not even pretending to stand now. I'm leaning completely against you. "Honey," you say for an audience. "Would you mind refilling my drink?" I shake my head and with weak knees, take your glass and walk to the bar.
* * *
Stepping into the kitchen, I lean against the counter and close my eyes.
Holy shit
, I think.
Does he want me to cum right here? Wow!
As I'm composing myself, you walk into the kitchen and watch me... leaning against the door. I sense you and open my eyes. There's a slight blush along my cheeks and my eyes are still a little dazed. You notice the slight shake in my hands.
You step fully into the room and also lean back against the counter, facing the door.
"Come here," you tell me.
I walk over and step between your thighs, your arms going around me, running down to squeeze my ass and pull me into you.
"I meant what I said in there."
I nod, barely able to breath. My body is on fire.
"I'm going to take you to bed and fuck you until you can't walk... and then I'm going make love to you so slowly that you'll think that you've died and gone to Heaven. Your skin so sensitive and tender that each stroke will feel like it's almost too much. Then tomorrow, when you don't think that you can take anymore... I'm going to draw you a bath and sooth your tender flesh with my tongue. Do you think that you can handle that?"
"Oh god," I moan and nod. "Surely, you can't expect me to carry on conversations with these thoughts in my head," I mumble into your chest.
You tilt my face up to meet yours and kiss me deeply, our tongues meeting and playing. Your warm mouth moves from mine to my neck. I tilt my head to give you better access and my breath comes out as a caress against your ear.
"Open your legs," you whisper.
"What?" I question, dazed and slightly shocked.
"Do as I say, Elena."
