I had been meeting him at the club, dancing with him a bit, seductively as I like to do. He was startling handsome, well dressed, and well over 6 feet, towering over me. Yes, quite sexy in every way was this new man of mine. And most exciting of all, he was bewitched by me, his hands never leaving my body as we danced, as we sat and talked, and, this night, as we left the club in his car.
The drive to his place was torture. I could not keep from kissing him, leaning to reach his cheek, his ear, his neck, anywhere my lips could touch his flesh. He struggled to keep focused on the road, one hand in my lap, rubbing whatever he could reach, making me catch my breath when it rubbed in just the right spot.
Soon he pulled his car into his garage and, killing the engine, reached for me forcefully, encompassing me in his arms. He kissed me hard and deep, as if he were starving and I were the feast. He pulled back long enough to catch his breath and gasp out, “Shall we finish this inside then, love?”
He took my hand and guided me as, on my knees, I scooted across the seat and out his door. As soon as my feet touched the floor, I was in his arms again for another soul-burning kiss. Leading me by the hand, he asked, “I hope you like hot tubs.”
I smiled at him as he turned to face me, walking backward before me. “Love them.”
“Mmmm, right this way then,” he murmured with the most mischievous smile dancing around his lips. He opened the door to a glorious bath with a large mirror-encased tub. As I looked about me, he let go of my hand and crossed to a control panel. Soon the tub bubbled to life and music seeped through the room, the same type of erotic music we were dancing to at the club.
I closed my eyes and began swaying to the music, feeling it warming inside me. Startled, I felt his hands on my waist and opened my eyes. He stood before me, his breathing uncontrolled and ragged. He reached down to gather my dress at my thighs and began to pull it up, over my hips, my stomach, my breasts. I raised my arms up over my head so he could slip it off completely. I stood before him in just black lace panties that left little to the imagination.
The hunger in his eyes was making me weak. His hand trailed down my sides, brushing the sides of my breasts softly, forcing a moan from my throat. He hooked his thumbs in either side of my panties, and his hands continued their trail down my legs, taking the panties with them. As he reached my ankles, squatting down before me, I stepped lightly out of one side and then the other, hands on his shoulders. The panties joined the dress and high heels on the floor.
He stood up slowly, his eyes raking every inch of skin as he rose before me. He leaned back against the counter, taking my hands in his. He placed them on his chest and then encircled my waist with his.
As I opened the first button on his shirt, I kissed the exposed flesh softly, causing a sharp intake of breath from him. Moving to the second button, I repeated the gesture, blowing my breath lightly against his skin.
“You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen,” he whispered against the top of my head as I continued on to the third button. Soon his shirt was open. I traced my hands up his chest, over his nipples, making him catch his breath. I brushed my hands to his shoulders, pushing his shirt off his arms. He let it cascade to pool at his waist against the countertop.
I found my hands at his waist, reaching for the button of his slacks. Placing a kiss on his chest, I licked his skin. I felt him shudder as I flicked my tongue across his nipple. I gazed up into his face and smiled.
His hands joined mine at his slacks and quickly lowered both pants and briefs down his legs.
I began to kiss my way down his chest. I traced my tongue along the side of his belly button, dipping my tongue inside, then let my mouth wander lower until I could go no further as I encountered his erection pressed against his stomach, firm, rigid, perfect.
