Her hand tightened on the glass it held, the knuckles whitening as the warm hand settled just above the curve of her bottom. Her pulse accelerating as she tried to focus on the question the man in front of her had just asked.
"I'm sorry," she said. "What was that?"
She could sense him behind her. His smell filling her nostrils, his presence distracting her.
"Are you having a good time?" the man repeated, his expression quizzical. "It's a good party isn't it?"
The warmth of his hand seemed to be filling her head as it moved slightly, stroking lightly. She could feel her nipples harden against her dress and she shifted slightly back against his hand. She heard his soft chuckle.
"Answer the question sweetheart, don't be rude." He murmured.
"Oh yes," she managed to stammer. "It's lovely and nice to be able to be out in the sunshine"
"Can I get you another drink?" The man asked, raising his empty glass to emphasise his question.
"Please." she replied.
"Won't be a tick." the man said, bustling busily away, obviously eager to make a good impression.
The hand that had been lazily circling the small of her back now moved up to her waist, as he pulled her back against him. She felt his breath on her hair as he dropped a kiss on the top of her head, and her breath caught in her chest, warmth spreading up from her toes.
"Ok?" He questioned softly.
"Yes Sir." she responded, relishing the bulk of his body against her back, the feel of his fingers spread on her ribs further hardening her nipples. He idly stroked his thumb up to the lower curve of her breast.
"It would appear you are a bit of a hit." He said. The rumble of his voice making goose bumps rise on her bare arms and she turned her head to look up at him in surprise.
"Oh," she said "thank you, they seem nice people."
"They are, but can be quite snobbish," he laughed, "but you have made an impression".
His praise made her heart swell, he knew that she struggled sometimes with new people and places she didn't know, despite her outward apparent confidence, it was a challenge.
His arms tightened around her waist, as he pulled her more firmly back against him, dropping his head to nuzzle her neck, his lips warm. She moaned softly.
She felt the curl of desire in her belly, and pushed back against him, feeling him, loving the responding hardness against her , she wiggled her bottom a little giggling softly.
"Minx." he growled, biting gently at the soft tender spot under her ear, and a flood of heat spread from his bite to her pussy, and she sagged a little as her knees turned to rubber.
"Oh wow." she whispered.
He stepped back slightly, depriving her of his warmth and she started, momentarily anchor less. Gathering herself she turned to face him, her cheeks flushed and her breathing slightly fast.
"Here you are." the man said, returning to thrust the brimming glass in her direction, the wine sloshing over the rim.
Tearing her eyes from him she reached to take the glass, smiling politely. As her fingers closed around the wet glass, the man pushed it towards her eagerly and the wine spilled. The coldness hitting her chest making her gasp as it trickled down her breasts, her already aching nipples further hardening as the sodden material of her top clung to them.
"Oh God, I'm so sorry." the flustered man said. "Let me, umm..let me get something to dry you..I'm so sorry."
"Its ok." she soothed. "Just a little cold. Don't worry I'll go and dry off under the hand drier in the toilet. It's fine, don't worry."
She glanced at him as she turned to head to the ladies, his amused smile raking her chest and she stuck her tongue out at him as she moved away, raising her hands to cover her obviously engorged nipples from the other party goers.
She reached the sanctuary of the bathroom and hurried inside, closing and leaning against the door breathing quickly. The cold wetness uncomfortable. Reaching down she grabbed the hem of her top, pulling it quickly over her head, and reached behind to unclasp her wet bra...her breasts springing free, the rake of the material against her aroused nipples making her gasp.
Catching sight of herself in the mirror she grinned at the tousled, flushed image. Her gaze moving to the faint bruise over her left nipple, the memory of his mouth biting, his fingers rolling her other nipple as he bit made her shut her eyes as her clit pulsed and she felt her pussy moisten.
Reaching for the wet bra she pressed the button on the drier, the noise filling the small room as she held it under the heat.
Lost in reverie as she rotated the pretty pink bra in the heat she was unaware of his presence, until she felt his hand in her hair. She froze, the bra dangling from her stilled hands.
"What a pretty view." He said, his hand pulling her head back. "But such a cheeky one"
The pressure of his hand in her hair made her step back, but prevented her from seeing his face. She shut her eyes, anxiety gripping her tummy..hoping he wasn't angry, unable to tell from his expression or the tone of his voice.
The hand in her hair pulled her head back gently, as his free hand stroked her neck, moved softly down to cup her breast. His thumb and forefinger pinched her nipple slightly as she gasped. The slight pain shooting straight to her clit, he laughed enjoying the knowledge of the effect he was having.
He closed his fingers slightly harder and she groaned. Her aching nipple hardening further, the skin puckering, and she pressed her thighs together. He sensed her movement, her growing arousal and pinched slightly harder, enjoying the rosy tint his fingers were causing on her nipple.
He released her hair, and she straightened, her back turned slightly away from him as he kept the pressure on her nipple.
"How do you think I should chastise you for your cheeky gesture, my horny slut?" He asked softly.
Moving to stand behind her, he ran his free hand over her bottom through her skirt. She was so distracted by the fire that was now running from her nipple to her wet pussy, she struggled to gain a coherent thought, and she hesitated.
He released his touch on her nipple, and turned her to face him, taking in the slightly glazed eyes, the parted lips, and the short panting breath. He smiled, loving how she looked when she was aroused, her green eyes glittering and filled with lust.
"Mmmm such a strumpet." he murmured as he covered her mouth with his, his tongue sliding into her warm mouth, as his arm slide around her waist, her naked breasts crushed against his chest.
Kissing her deeply, he moved his hand up her thigh, feeling the lace of her stocking graze against his fingers as he moved to the soft skin at the apex of her legs.
"Open." he said against her mouth, and she shifted to move her legs apart. Her pulse racing, and the need to be touched making her whimper against his lips.
"What do you want?" He asked softly. His fingers softly brushed the soft skin of her pussy, through her sodden knickers. He could feel her heat through the silky material. He knew she struggled to ask, to express her need in words.
"Tell me." he demanded gently. His fingers continued to stroke her softly through her knickers, his thumb pressing against the hardened bud of her clit. She moaned, dropping her head against his chest and he cupped her chin, forcing her to look at him, lust blazing from her eyes.
"Tell me baby." He murmured. Kissing the corner of her mouth his thumb continued to circle her clit through the soft material. Her breath was panting now, he could feel her legs shaking slightly.
"Please." she said in a tiny voice. Her fingers gripping his shoulders as she tried to maintain some composure as the insistent thumb on her clit continued to rob her of coherence. She needed his touch, needed his fingers inside her filling her.
"Please??" He queried.
"Please touch me, make me cum." she begged quietly. "Please Sir."
Pushing his free hand into her hair, he pulled her head further back so he could look into her eyes, the expression he saw nearly undoing his resolve. His thumb pressed against her clit more firmly, her body shaking. He knew she was very close to orgasm.
"My sweet, sexy girl." he said. "Cheek doesn't get rewarded. Get dressed - we have a party to attend."
Patting her bottom, he stepped away from her. The sudden loss of his touch against her aching clit making her sway, she pouted.
Laughing, he moved to the door and opened it, exposing her to anybody passing. She hastily dressed...giggling as she struggled with her top which still felt damp against her aching nipples. He stepped to one side, so she could walk past him.
"Thank you, kind Sir." she said as she sashayed past him, hips swinging.
Laughter and soft voices could be heard as they approached the gathering on the lawn, the light beginning to fade, solar lights starting to sparkle among the plants and trees. He pulled her into his side as they descended into the gathered people, the feel of his warm arm around her making her heart melt with pleasure and setting her already tingling nerve endings dancing at his touch.
She stood within the circle of his arm quietly, as he laughed and chatted with his friends, happy to be at his side, aware of his quiet strength, his natural dominance, filled with pride that she was his. Idly wondering if any of his friends knew. She felt his attention switch to her, he didn't move, carried on chatting with the couple they stood with. But she felt it, the hair on the back of her neck rose slightly as she became aware that he was now focussed on her. Her nipples rose against the tightness of her top and she turned slightly into him to prevent the couple from seeing her obvious arousal.
"Stand." he said quietly.
She froze, glancing up at him in confusion. She felt his hand move from her waist, to the back of her neck under her hair and shivered. Loving the control and possession in the gesture. Her shiver made his glance travel to her breasts. He smiled, sliding his free hand up her rib cage to cup her breast, thumbing the erect nipple and she gasped. Her cheeks flamed, she was in full view of the couple in front of them and she shut her eyes, mortification flooding up from her toes.
