"I don't know what it is about that tie," Marissa said as she took the colorful plaid thing in her hand and pulled him toward her. His dark brown eyes surveyed her body as he moved closer.
"I don't know what it is about that skirt," Evan responded and he kissed her, sliding his hands down her waist, under the skirt and up her bare thighs. His kiss expressed a longing, his lips pressing against hers, their tongues finding each other.
Marissa knew she looked good in short skirts. She is not tall, only five foot two, but her strong legs and soft skin are attention getters. And she had not worn a skirt for him yet. She was waiting for the big reveal. And now, as he placed a hand on the small of her back and pulled her closer, she knew it was worth the wait.
When they met last month, it was supposed to be a casual drink after work. She expected to make a new friend. He had no expectations, but found her intriguing and joyful. The first thing she noticed about him was the bright plaid tie he wore. And his warm smile. While he had a foot on her at six foot two, he was not intimidating, but welcoming.
One drink turned into three. And three drinks turned into a bite to eat. Evan was charming and funny, engaging on so many levels. He found Marissa more sexy than he expected, and her enthusiasm for life was infectious. They talked about politics, life, and sex.
Marissa's head was spinning after their first kiss. The unexpectedness of it was delightful. The electricity between them was divine. She longed for more. She thought he did too, but life had gotten in the way and they had barely even sent emails to each other over the past month. He was traveling and her life had been just as busy.
Now she had him exactly how she wanted him: all to herself, his hands on her skin, tasting his lips again. The crazy month had finally come to an end and they could continue to get to know each other.
Evan leaned down to her neck and breathed in her dark, curly hair. Her wanted to explore every inch of her body. The more he tasted, the more he wanted. His warm breath sent a tingle over Marissa's neck and down her spine. She still held his tie in her left hand but reached one arm around his back and dug her right hand into his back pocket to secure the hold they had on each other. He looked down at her chest to see the diving neckline of her blouse, revealing the black lace of her bra against her pale skin. Being this close to each other created an electricity between them that felt less like the sparks from their first meeting and more like a raging inferno.
Marissa noticed the bulge in his pants already. She had just walked in the door but things were already getting intense. How was she going to get through dinner when she was already anxious to get naked with him? She pulled down on his tie and craned her neck up to kiss him deeply, exploring his mouth, feeling his tongue mingle with hers, nibbling his lips. They held this embrace and lingered, enjoying the moment.
Evan pulled back, exhaling deeply to release some of the tension. "Dinner is almost ready," he said. "Would you like some wine?" He stepped away and over to the counter, displaying a bottle of Australian Shiraz, her favorite, and two empty glasses. Apparently, he took good notes.
"I'm not hungry yet," she purred. "Can you help me work up an appetite?" Her brown eyes glimmered with anticipation and want. She unbuttoned the top button of her blouse to reveal more of her cleavage to him and Evan's eyes went from wandering to a direct gaze at her chest.
He took a deep breath in and smiled. "Well, we can't have that, now can we?" But he carefully took the bottle and poured the wine into both glasses. Marissa was perplexed at this. She expected him to just go for it. She tilted her head to the side and pursed her lips just a little.
Evan took a glass of wine and stepped back close to her. He swirled the glass and then placed a fingertip into the wine and pulling it out, stained red, he placed the liquid on her pursed lips, parting them, staining her as well. She inhaled with more anticipation. Her lips were soft and luscious. The memory of the last kiss still fresh in his mind, he repeated the step, this time placing a wine soaked finger past her lips and into her mouth. She sucked to sip the wine off his skin and swirled her tongue over his finger to taste it, all the while gazing into his eyes.
"You are so damn sexy," he exhaled at the vision of his finger in her mouth, slowly pulling it out across her lower lip, making it pout. And he leaned in for another kiss, this time deeper, and more penetrating. He placed the glass of wine back on the counter, and a hand on the back of her neck and they pressed against each other.
