It is just barely New Years Day and most of the world is asleep. Or at least heading that way. The house is dark and we do not bother with many lights as we come in.
I sit back on the couch and run a hand through my hair. It feels good to be off my feet. My clothes are still cold from the winter air, and in the distance Avery fills a glass with water from the tap.
It felt good to be out with friends celebrating, and even though I know I should be tired I am energized. Part of it the clothes we are wearing, part of it the suppressed sexual tension in flirting with each other and friends at the party.
I loosen my tie and slide my hands quickly up and down my thighs warming my legs.
Avery's shoes click on the floor as she makes her way back to the living room. The low light from the lamps cast the room in shades ranging from sunset to pitch dark.
When I hear the steps stop I look up. Avery leans against the wall smiling and shifts a led so that the tip of one shoe rests on the point. Her pantyhose make her leg look black in this light all the way up her dark colored skirt that rests above her knees. She has discarded her jacket leaving silky top slightly shimmering as her chest rises and falls. Her hair is short giving me a clear view of ear neck and ears. She is gorgeous.
My heart skitters in my chest much like the first time I saw her and I love that she is mine.
Her eyes shift down and then returns. Her smile turns wicked. She pushes off the wall and picks up the iPod attached to the stereo. She studies it for a moment and the sets it down as music fills the room.
Her body starts twisting and moving to the music. Slow at first and then she begins to settle into the rhythm. Her hands slide along the curves of her body and over her hips. Her eyes close as the beat takes over control of her body. One hand lightly draws a path across the top of her breasts from one side to the other. The other tugs her skirt up showing flashes of her hose-covered thighs.
I feel that familiar tingle of anxiety ignore in my stomach. This woman is a sexual creature and my body responds to her movement.
She glances over her shoulder at me. Then turns and moves to me. She takes my hand and tugs at me to stand. She moves close pressing against me looking up into my eyes and smiling that wicked grin. Our bodies slide into rhythm as her hand finds the back of my neck and pulls my face to hers. Holding my gaze her tongue teases my lips in a single pass and then she pulls away twisting so that her back is to me.
My hands slide down body my fingers passing over the swell of her breasts. The smooth cloth fuels the lust starting to burn inside and I pull her hips against me. She raises an arm over her head letting her fingers graze my face before finding the back of my neck again.
I love the feel of her fingers on my neck lightly tugging at my hair. The intimate touch feels possessive to me and flirty. She is mine and I am hers. There is nothing in this world that can break our bond.
She wiggles her hips against the building pressure in my pants. One of my hands slides under her shirt feeling her smooth skin. Avery tilts her head allowing me to lick her neck from shoulder blade to cheek.
"You taste wonderful," I whisper. "I want to lick you all over."
"mmm." Her fingers lightly scratch at my skin as she pulls her hand down. She turns slowly to face me and looks up at me. "I can only think of one place I want you to lick."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah," she says and bites her lip. Her smile is flirty yet wicked and it tells me she has something in mind.
I capture her mouth in mine tasting the wine from the party still on her tongue. I slide my hand along the back of her hand holding her to me as our kiss deepens. I love the way her short hair feels under my hand.
Her hands slide around my waist and up my back and then she puts a hand on my chest. The keeps me from following her as she steps back and sits on the couch. She removes her shoes one at a time her gaze never leaving mine. She pulls her knees up to her placing her feet on the edge of the couch.
"Now about that licking," Avery says spreading her legs and pulling her skirt out of the way.
I smile and kneel in front of her. I grasp one of her ankles. The pantyhose are smooth under my fingers as they circle her ankle and then slide up her calf. I lean in to the inside of one knee and kiss reverently. This is my goddess. The woman I was made in order to please. The woman I was made to want more than another woman.
I continue to kiss down the inside of her thigh while my free hand lightly traces its way up the other leg, over the knee, and towards her center.
I can sense the heat and as I get closer to my target. I can smell her arousal. Her scent makes me hard. And something else. I notice she is not wearing any panties under her pantyhose. It makes me smile.
I reach her center and as I slide my nose up her center breathing in her scent. Her pantyhose are damp with want.
