After seeing the last of our guests to the door I begin to make my way back to the table where you're still sitting, your tie now removed and sitting on the table, the top button of your shirt undone. I stand there and look at you for a moment, you notice me and look up, smiling. I begin to start tidying the evidence of our dinner party from the table. I hear you put some music on, soft, gentle music, and feel you lightly take hold of my hand. I forget all about tidying up as you pull me towards you, pulling me close into you, swaying to the music.
By body settles comfortably against yours into a position that gives us the most contact between our bodies. We stay there in a comfortable silence, just dancing with each other. You take my hand and spin me around, giving you the opportunity to look at me, noticing a new appreciation for my dress. Noticing how the material is fitted around my waist, how it flicks out around my legs as I spin, and especially the tautness around my chest. I can see your eyes tracing their way down the neckline, from the top of my shoulders down over my breasts and back up to my lips. I notice a hunger in your eyes I didn't see before.
As I spin back into you I feel your hand on the small of my back pulling me tight into you. Your lips press against mine, softly at first, light, playful, exciting, then with a hunger, a desire, a passion. My hands run up your back, over your neck to the sides of your head. My fingers entwined in your hair as I pull you deeper into our kiss. I want you. More than anything, I want you.
We don't break our kiss, instead it just gets more passionate and I feel your hands just above my knees grasping at the material of my dress. The soft satin material smoothes its way up my legs, being pulled further over my thighs until it is sitting almost around my waist. Your hands scoop under my bum, resting on my inner thighs from behind you pull me up, wrapping my legs around you, our kiss still unbroken.
We make our way from the dining room to the bedroom, but we don't even make it to the bed. Once in the room, you turn to close the door, and then push my back against the door. It feels cold against my back. Only then do our lips part and yours begin to trace their way down, over my neck and then following that neckline you earlier traced with your eyes, this time with your lips until you reach the V at the bottom, perfectly positioned between my breasts. You can see my erect nipples through the thin material of my dress and for the first time you realise that I'm not wearing a bra and between to gently bite them through the material. I groan as your teeth scrape gently over my nipples, feeling them get harder under your touch, making me want you even more than I already did, more than I thought was possible. Moving back up, our lips meet again, your hands roaming down my back and over my bum, mine holding your face. Your lips take a tour of my cheek, nibbling my neck and earlobe, kissing your cheek I bring your mouth back to mine. With each hungry, wet, probing kiss, our breathing gets heavier, our slight moans more audible, and our desire stronger.
Your hands continue to roam around my lower back and bum, one moving under the front of my dress feeling my wet I am, surprised to find I'm not wearing any underwear at all. My body tenses, then relaxes to your touch as you start to rub me gently. I unwrap my legs from your waist and slightly push you away. At first you think I've changed my mind, but seeing the look in my eyes you realise it's just the opposite. I place my hands one on either shoulder and gently guide you backwards towards the bed. Sitting you down, I lean in and whisper in your ear, telling you to stay right where you are.