Dinner By Charlie Wilder
Dinner was wonderful. I still don't have a clue what we ate. It was something red and messy. I was impressed when you said you had spent the afternoon making it. Even as I was eating it, I was staring at you the whole time.
I was mesmerized watching the light glimmer off of the crimson wine that you swirled and swirled before lifting it to you lips to sip. I wanted just one drop to trickle down your chin, past your throat and leave a pink streak between your breasts. I wanted to follow that drop.
After we had cleared the plates from the table I went to the living room to do something, maybe it was turn up the music or turn down the lights? I don't know but you followed me and then you were dancing. You were dancing in the blue silk dress we had bought that afternoon. You had your hands in your hair and over your head and on your hips and your eyes were closed.
The moment played out and you were smiling. I let the music play and sipped my wine sitting on the couch. And then the blue dress was a puddle in the middle of the floor. Just blue/grey heels, blue panties and a silky blue bra and the silver necklace I gave you on our first date.
A new song came on. Enrique Iglesias telling us that tonight he's gonna fuck you. Oh my god I can't make this up. "Tonight I'm gonna fuck you," over and over it filled the air. Then it was Let's Have Sex and you were still dancing.
That was NOT the playlist I had prepared for that night. When had you put yours on? "...Now strip for me baby. Make it nice and sloooowwww" came over the speakers, and you did. Now only blue/grey heels and a slip of silver broke the creamy pale softness.
Suddenly you twirled right in front of me and you leaned down, touching me with your hair and lips only. They were only teasing wet kisses and you whispered to me to unbutton my shirt and jeans.
Turning away you slowly leaned slowly over and let your hair sweep the floor as you swayed to the beat. Your perfect ass did a slow grind in front of me before you rose with your hands in your hair and spun back to face me. You reached out and placed your hands in mine. I brought yours to my lips, kissing each finger and then your palm and pulsing wrist.
I sucked on each finger with my vision blurred with alcohol and lust. I stood up as you continued to dance with your eyes locked onto mine. I raised my hands to your head and pulled you to me. We kissed with our hands wrapped in each others hair.
Then there was only that first feeling of desperation, of wanting to have you without condition. I was wearing only white boxers now and they were uncomfortable. I couldn't get them over my stiff cock and laugh as I nearly fell down getting them off. You reached for my cock but I grabbed your hands and kissed them again.