The dinner party was in full swing. My assistant had once again done an excellent job at creating a professional but inviting atmosphere in my loft for my clients and wives. I set about making the typical circle but was distracted by the thought of finding Alisandrea here. I knew she would be late. I also knew she would be nervous. This wasn't her typical crowd but had promised to make an appearance.
I returned to the champagne fountain when a flash of dark maroon silk caught my eye. She stood amongst a group of men, casually talking and flirting with them. She was... impressive. Her hair was down but curled around her shoulders, silver jewelry, in a gown of deep maroon that fell to the floor and cradled her breasts beautifully. She wore no makeup but it wasn't needed with the creamy peachy complexion she possessed. My cock hardened instantly. The urge to take her to my bedroom and rip off the silk was overwhelming. This woman had the control to make me an animal in the bedroom. Not that she knowingly did it, of course.
Ali caught me staring and smiled as she talked. She blushed deeply and shook her hair back. I growled low in my throat and watched as her left hand rubbed her shoulder, skimmed her right breast, slid down her torso and gathered the silk in one hand. She pulled it up just enough for me to see the shiny, spangled flip flops she wore underneath the dress and dropped the dress back in place. I smiled back and chuckled to myself. I knew she hated heels. Only she could find a way to make flip flops work in silk at a formal party.
I made my way slowly over to her, pausing to speak to someone now and then. Her eyes never left me. I was dressed in black Hugo Boss, her favorite. My hair was loose, also her favorite with a bit of stubble just to tease her.
"I see you've made acquaintances, Alisandrea," I said as I walked up behind her. I casually placed my hand on her shoulder and greeted the few men and women standing around. As they continued the conversation I slid my hand down her arm, raising goose bumps. I let my hand travel down her bare back and skim down her left buttock. No underwear, good. The silk was soft but the woman underneath it was warm, alive and ready. I could smell her arousal. It was a particular scent to her skin, a certain heat that emanated from her body. Three months of fucking each other relentlessly will let you discover the subtle nuances of each other. I put my hand around her waist and excused us from the conversation, guiding us to the balcony where two guests were seated on the far end.
"It's a beautiful party, James," she said softly as she braced against the railing and faced me. I knew she hated heights but admired the courage in which she braved being on a simple balcony. Her breasts jutted out from her dress and I groaned. Soft white skin under the moonlight barely cradled in dark fabric. I pressed myself against her, letting her feel my erection and rubbed it against her sex. She groaned and let her head fall back, closing her eyes. I had refrained for two weeks from biting her during sex so she could wear a pretty frock for the party but her exposed neck made my mouth water. Ali lifted her head and smiled softly. She leaned into me and brushed soft lips to mine. She was up to something so I let her do what she desired. One hand wrapped around my waist as the other slid up my neck, my jaw, into my hair. She'd told me several times that the texture of my hair was a pure delight for her. Ali rubbed her cheek against the stubble and purred softly. I pulled her hair back and mouthed her neck. Damn, I wanted to bite it! I felt the tremor of lust thrill through her. She was ready for me and I wanted to take her, violently, right here and damn the guests.
"Mr. Eaton, we need you inside sir." The voice of my assistant broke through our little bubble and I pulled away from Ali.
"Stay," I commanded. She only nodded. I knew she couldn't speak at this point. I made my rounds and announcements, mingled a bit more but kept checking the clock.
