She was nervous. Sitting at the bar, twirling the stem of her wine glass, rubbing the condensation off and feeling the cool liquid between her fingers, she watched the clock. It seemed like time was slowing down. She crossed, and uncrossed her legs wondering how much longer he would make her wait.
She knew, the minute he walked into the bar, she knew. She could feel his calculating stare on the back of her neck, making her shiver slightly. She didn't turn around; this was part of the game. She just sat a little straighter and took a few quick shallow breaths.
This was it.
He was purposely a few minutes late, he wanted her anticipation to build. As he walked in, he could see her at the bar. Her backless dress showing off the curve of her spine, and her pale skin. Her hair softly curling at the base of her neck, she twisted a piece absentmindedly. She probably doesn't even realize, he thought with a smirk.
Walking up to the bar, he leaned in two seats down.
"I'll have a scotch, neat please." Then he looked over, letting his gaze linger for a fraction longer on her exposed legs.
His voice was like a jolt of electricity that went straight south. Trying to control her breathing she shakily took a sip of her wine, and turned to look at him. Their eyes met, a flash of unspoken excitement passing between them.
"Hi," she said her mouth quirking up at the side.
"Good evening, do you mind?" He asked gesturing at the empty seats between them.
"No, not at all."
They lapsed into the usual banter one finds on just 'meeting' someone. The typical what brings you here, what do you do for a job, do you live here or are you here for fun?
She was notably a bit shaky when he first sat. Her hand shaking ever so slightly, and avoiding direct eye contact, or shifting her glance away quickly. He sat calmly sipping his single malt, enjoying the heat it brought to his body. Leaning in slightly he could smell the subtle hint of her French perfume. He was looking forward to what the night would hold, but was is no rush to skip the flirtatious foreplay.
Once she finished her wine, she ordered a second round for them both. Feeling more calm and relaxed as the excitement built, she turned her body to face him. Now she just had to make him laugh so she could reach out a touch his leg. She was determined to be the first to break the physical barrier. She didn't have to wait long, and was satisfied to feel the muscles flex under her touch. With a coy smile she looked him directly in the eye, and bit her lower lip. She got a hot rush as she saw his eyes dart to her mouth.
He knew she did it on purpose, and he enjoyed that it showed she was relaxing into their game. The conversation flowed easily as they came up with reasons to cheers and drink.
"You look beautiful tonight," he whispered to her. You would look even more beautiful spread out on top of me, he thought wryly.
She could feel his breath on her neck, she was pretty sure her heart skipped a beat. She completely lost her train of thought when he was that close to her.
"I...uh...thank you."
He watched her blush and fumble, then gently placed a hand on her thigh. He could see her breath catch, and then pant quietly as she looked up at him through her lashes. God, he could bend her over the bar right here and fuck her into tomorrow he thought. Soon, very soon, he would get his wish.
"Would you like to come up to my room for another drink," he asked.
She only nodded and smiled coyly as they stood. She followed him to the elevator. Standing and waiting she was acutely aware of his large presence standing slightly behind her. When they entered the elevator, another older couple got in at the same time. Disappointment rushed through her, however it was fleeting. As the doors dinged closed, she felt his hands on her hips. Warm and strong, pulling her back against him. Once flush against him, she could feel his erection pressed into her lower back. Stifling a moan, she melted into him.
He positioned her narrow hips right in front of him. Relishing at her compliance and the feel of her soft body molding itself to his strong one. After what seemed like an age, the other couple got off at their floor. Before the doors had even closed, he had spun her around and crushed her to him.
It happened so fast, she didn't even have time to register a thought of any kind. One second she was watching the backs of the older couple retreat into the hall, and the second all her senses were consumed by him. Their lips met, and she could taste the scotch on his tongue. She softly moaned as her arms went unbidden around his neck, to reduce the already fractional space between them.
They peeled apart when they reached their floor. Her breath coming in shuddering gasps, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her after him. He knew the way, and like a man drunk on far more than scotch, he blindly led her to the door. He couldn't wait a moment longer to get her completely to himself.
He pushed her roughly against the wall just inside their room, causing her to cry out. Satisfied he watched he eyes flutter closed as she tilted her chin up to meet his kisses. He reached behind her and undid the small zipper over her round bottom, giving it a firm squeeze before reaching up to her shoulders and pulling her dress down so it pooled at her feet.
She shivered as the cool air touched her skin and she was left in her g-string and high heels. Her breath stuck in her chest, as he took first one nipple, and then the other into his mouth. Rolling them between his teeth, as his hands grabbed and squeezed her waist and hips.
Nipping and kissing his way up her chest and neck to her ear, he felt her knees give way. Pinning her to the wall with his body, balancing her on his knee he supported her weight as she kissed him like it was the last thing she would ever do.
