I dart my gaze over toward her, flaring my nostrils in the act of taking in a relaxing breath and releasing it. I casually rest my shoulder against the door jam as if I have nothing better to do. The bright light from the hallway stretches around my body and spills into the bedroom. The one room that I can literally trap her in and do with her as I please. And there she stands in the middle of the room. Her silhouette paints the darkened wall behind her with a striking pose. A black shadow looms above her petite form as a larger more ominous figure. Without saying a word I allow my eyes to drink in her succulent form. Every curve, dip, and plane of her body are open to my explorations. She is wearing my favorite black slip of a dress. The one that she has made me swear not to rip from her seductive little physique.
My ambitious eyes continue their journey down her torso and to her minuscule waist. A low tumbling growl escapes me, merely hinting at the fact that I wish to claim what is mine. The sweeping journey of my vision drifts down her hips and settles on her luscious legs. I've always been a leg man and always will be a leg man. Right away I notice that she is squirming beneath my gaze and this brings a cocky smile to my face. I like it when she squirms. It means that she is just as impassioned as I am. Those legs bathed in ivory skin caress one against the other. My eyes continue to rove down even further to the point of my desire, her tiny feet. Clenching my teeth together tightly I bite back the sudden craving to devour her.
She is wearing fuck me pumps again. The black chunky heel raises her up four inches above her natural height. I smirk, sensing her attitude from across the dimly lit room. It hangs between us like an impervious sexual fog. Her demure eyes sparkle and fall to the floor. "That's my girl." I whisper to her from my stance in the doorway. I quirk my brow while watching her hips oscillate in tiny circles.
It is as if she is dancing to music that only plays when I am around. The fire within her coils and expands in a torridly heated lethargy. The heated rush sweeps through her body and extends through her limbs with lascivious sexual tension. She is seething with wanton desire. I swipe my tongue over my lips much like a starving predator sizing up his prey, never letting my eyes fall from her.
I concentrate on her ankles. They are so diminutive and pleasing to the eye. The skinny black velvet straps slink around her slender tarsus and grip them with a snug fit. Just like I do when I grip those ankles and spread her open wide. Her creamy skin drapes over the slim bone to create a delicious hollow for my lips to suckle and feast. Mmm and oh how I am going to tease I with my teeth.
I can hardly wait to gnaw at the protruding bone and then caress it with my heated tongue to ease the sharpness of my teeth. The atmosphere is suddenly hot and uncomfortable within my clothing. Easing myself away from the doorway, I tug my shirt from the waistband of my pants. A metallic clacking sound signals the release of my buckle and the thrill of flesh meeting flesh in the near future. I can feel her eyes burning into me now. She's already begging me to make the first move. I shake my head at her. The slow and determined movement registers my intent deep within her knowing orbs. There is no need for me to speak, she understands my demands and desires.
The hissing sound of leather sliding against denim brings a flaming blush to her skin as I slide the belt out of the loops of my jeans and curl the worn brown leather around my fist. Dark eyes meet her glistening amber pools and detain them from looking away. I consider snapping the belt at her or even using it on her but the thought is fleeting when I see her feet. Without a second thought my grip eases and the belt unfurls from it's coiled state around my fist and falls to the floor with a quiet clanking sound. Well manicured toes peek out from beneath wide bands of black velvet that criss-cross in an X over her foot. She is practically melting as she walks closer to me.
One tiny foot glides in front of the other. The polish lavishly coating her toenails glimmers and winks with her every step. The light shade of shell pink is reminiscent of her slick inner folds. A low animalistic growl rumbles from the back of my throat when she slides her hands down her sides and smooths her dress into place. The black velvet hugs her curves and sucks into her much like a second skin.
Bare legs transverse with one sleek thigh caressing over the other in a sexy stroll that puts the hottest catwalk to shame. Damn! She's only fueling my fire. Perched upon those exquisite toes, tiny feet bring her closer to me ensconced in perpetual passion. The erotic stance pulls her calf muscles taunt and firm. The wench teases me without much effort. She knows how my blood boils within the anxious wake of laying my hands upon her flesh. Curvaceous hips sway back and forth in the act of luring me closer.
She steps up to me. Her breath is warm and sweet as it flutters against my cotton shirt. The thin veil of clothing stands as a barrier between us. Golden locks spill over her bare shoulders when she tilts her face up to look at me. She boldly stares into my ebony gaze while undulating her hips to brush up against my growing bulge. Hands that could easily clutch her and jerk her closer simply slide the spaghetti straps from her shoulders, trailing my hands down either side of her arms. That's when I feel one tiny pump slip over the top of my barefoot and press into my flesh.
The little minx is already pushing me with bright eyes that dare me to put her in her place.
