I wore that black shirt I knew she liked. I'm glad I did.
I stood at the bar, sipping a drink to kill time, waiting for trouble. I knew it would either come in the form of an arrogant male or a woman in a skin-tight dress. Either way it was going to be a good night.
The beat dropped in the music and trouble walked down the stairs. Her legs appeared first, but I'd recognize those anywhere. My eyes travelled up my favorite pair of thighs, hungrily taking in her hips, stomach, those beautiful...arms...her neck, and finally, the best part. I saw that little smile turn up the left corner of her red lips as her eternal eyes saw me standing there. I watched her acknowledge all her favorite things- the shirt, my arms, my chest, my eyes, and suddenly she was in front of me. She gently took the glass out of my hand and set it behind me on the bar. Without taking her eyes of mine, she unbuttoned the top two buttons of my shirt, slid her hands since the collar and closed around the back of my neck. She pulled my ear to her mouth, and in a conversational tone, I heard just two words.
"I'm wet."
Without waiting for a response, she took my hand and pulled me behind her to the middle of the dance floor.
God, what a view.
I couldn't get those two words out of my head as I wrapped my arms around the small of her back and pulled her close.
"How did that happen?" I murmured in her ear.
She just smiled and winked at me, as she began to move her hips slowly from side to side, making sure I could feel her heat. She turned around and I found myself with full access to her beautiful front. I could feel myself starting to sweat from the combination of proximity and desire. She pushed herself into me and I naturally bent slightly forward over her back. I hooked my left arm around her middle to stabilize us, and let my right hand trace the muscles in her thigh as she moved. The smell of her skin, her hair, that vanilla perfume, the friction, the thought of what had made her wet...I had to have her.
I slowly ran my hand up the length of her thigh and didn't stop when I felt her dress. I slid my finger under the material and pulled it up, slowly but without hesitation. It was getting warmer.
I felt rather than heard a low sound from her. She pushed back a little harder and I knew I had her.
My hand kept moving up, and I switched to one finger when I got to the place where her leg met her body. I stopped for a moment, just to make her a little crazy. The floor was crowded, but I don think either of us really cared if anyone was watching. I moved my finger over and found the one place where there was absolutely no friction. Just pure, slick heat.
She moaned audibly and I could feel her dripping onto my other fingers. I had never been so hard in my life.
I spun her around and pulled her into me. I could never get her close enough. The intensity of her eyes in the moment told me everything I needed to know. I picked her up with one arm around her waist and headed for the door.