The air between them felt electric. His eyes were intent on hers. She craved to feel, just once, his touch on her skin, his mouth on her neck.
Something was different about tonight. The usual flirtations and teasings were gone. He didn't need to say anything for her to feel the impact of his lust for her radiating from him like a fire. He still hadn't even touched her yet.
The house was still and quiet around them. They both knew they were the only ones there. She sat on the couch next to him, her legs parted slightly giving him a glimpse of her juice-soaked panties. He glanced at her open legs then back to her, his eyes dark and dangerous. She smiled back at him letting her desire for him show in her eyes.
Would he finally? Would he tonight? Oh please I can't wait any longer she thought in delicious torment.
He set down his wine glass on the table. "So, Friend," he stressed the word and spoke on softly, "What is it that you really feel for me?" His eyes held hers, dared her to answer.
She was quiet for a moment, knowing he expected her to blush and stammer and change the topic. It was the game they always played. But he was in for a surprise tonight. She was tired of playing, and she had never wanted him so badly before in her life.
"Well at this moment.... All I can think about is fucking you." His eyebrows shot up in surprise. Definitely not the response he was expecting. She was a little shocked herself, she hadn't intended to be that bold, it just slipped out. God what if he didn't want her? What if she'd been reading the signs wrong and he was just drunk, just a little horny?
"Well.... you're very forward tonight aren't you?" He started but she cut him off, "Please." She begged him huskily, "No more games. If you want me, then take me I'm yours in anyway you desire. If you don't want me just tell me god damn it. I can't stand the waiting anymore."