The mood was set, the phones turned off, the lights dimmed down. Candles flickered in the darkness, outlining the meal, while a fire burned, creating heat in the otherwise chilly night. She smiled softly at him across the table, the black dress plunging in between her breasts, hugging her curves, tantalizing him. She kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, making his eyes follow the moment. She loved the fact that he couldn't be unaroused around her. The fact that she made him this way and no other female could.
She, herself, though was not unaffected. He wore a simple blue shirt and a pair of dark jeans. He looked fitter than what she remembered; maybe it was because of the light or maybe the fact of the atmosphere. Whatever it was, she could feel her eyes drink him in, and feel the heat between her legs.
They smiled, chatted, talked about everything from school to the future. She was comfortable and reached over to grab his hand, circling her fingers over his knuckles before lighting dragging her fingertips up his forearm and back down. A smile lit up her face as he looked at her dangerously and she pulled away her hand.
She repeated the action again, moment later, this time lingering to trace down his arm. Her eyes sparkled in the candle light and she knew she was playing with fire. However, she took a drink of her wine and licked her lips tantalizing. She wanted him to crave her, to drive him crazy like he had done her so many times.
Pushing back the chair, she got up on her heels and walked over to him, swaying her hips, watching as his eyes dragged down to them, lingering on her breasts. She leaned down in front of him, meeting his eyes with her own, letting her breasts spill forth from the dress material. His eyes moved down to the milky globes back up to her eyes, his eyes darkening with lust.
Her hands trailed down his chest, down towards his erection pressing against his jeans, skimming over the bulge, to his thighs where they rested. She leaned and placed her lips on his skin, kissing down his neck, biting and nipping as she came to the color of his shirt. Her hands traced teasingly slow up his thighs, up to his cock and pressed firmly and rubbed through the material of his jeans.
She unzipped his pants and cupped him through his boxers. She rubbed teasingly slow, building up the sensation as she nipped along his flesh on his neck. Then, as he started moaning, she stopped and stood. Taking a couple of steps back before he could grab her, she gave him a wicked grin and moved towards the fireplace, swaying her hips as she went.
She knew he was following the sway of her ass and knew that her thighs were slick with her wetness but she still wanted to torture this man. Hearing the scrape of his chair, she turned and looked over her shoulder at him. He stalked forward, his form all predator, hunting the prey that was her. She had other plans and when he was close enough, pushed him onto the couch so he was sitting.