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.
She always felt drunk at his touch, his kisses made her dizzy and he knew this. She was helpless under his spell and he thrived on it. His hardness pressing against her, she was desperate to feel him. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him against her heat. His hands diving down between the bed and her ass, he grabbed and pulled her into him. Her moans cheering him on as he kissed and nibbled her neck.
He suddenly stopped and looked at her. She was a bit shocked by this and immediately thought she had done something wrong. As she was about to ask him what was wrong, he leaned down and gently kissed the tip of her nose and said, "Queens choice." She smiled at him. She loved him leading, but also loved to please him. As bad as she wanted to feel him inside, she had something else in mind. She lifted her head and kissed him. Her hands slowly making her way down his body. Her fingertips gliding down his shoulder, over his arm. Pausing for a moment as she got lost in him. He had worked his way to her breasts. Teasing her sensitive nipples with his tongue, driving her completely insane.