Sitting on the bed, unbuttoning his cuff links, he looks up at her and as always, becomes completely mesmerized by her. He adores her comfy style but loves when she dresses up, even though she complains about it. It doesn't happen often, so when she does it, it's like this beautiful treat that makes his mouth water. He's found it difficult to concentrate on anything all night except her.
Standing at the dresser, heels kicked off in a corner. Her bare feet looked as if they were hugging the carpet. Her hair swept to the side as she fiddled with an earring to take off. The way her little black dress clung to all her curves. He couldn't help but smile remembering her flustered face before they left. She did not want to wear that dress. She said it "showed all her rolls". He smiled at her and shook his head, "No my love, it shows all your delicious curves. Wear it, for me?" He was overjoyed when they left the house.
Now watching her, as much as he loved seeing her in that dress, he couldn't help but desperately want her out of it. He stood and walked over to her. She looked up at him with those eyes and his heart melted. He cupped her face in his hands and leaned down, he could feel her breath on his face and when their lips parted, their tongues danced. He felt her move closer to him. A soft, muffled moan emitted from her and drove him crazy.
His hands slowly moved from her face, over her shoulders and down to her waist, pulling her in closer to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck as if they were meant no where else. Both clinging to each other as their souls began to tangle. He undid her dress and let it fall to the floor as he guided her to the bed. She began to help him out of his shirt, as she unbuttoned his pants, he laid her on the bed. Their bodies pressed against each other, his hands exploring her body.