She knows I am behind her, she doesn't turn to look. I see the little wisps of hair on the nape of her neck bristle as I get closer. I don't touch her, just move very close and lean my face in enough to catch a hint of her perfume. As my breath falls on her, she lets out the smallest of gasps and I feel her body stiffen and tremble slightly. God I love her, she makes me feel like the most powerful man alive.
My breath travels slowly down her neck and on to her shoulder as she tries to push her body back into mine. I move enough to keep a small gap between us, I don't want to touch her yet.
My hands, an inch from her shoulders, can feel her energy like an electrical current the closer I bring them to her skin the more I can feel it running through my body and the more I can see its effect on hers.
Gently, as if it where impossible to move more quickly, I trace down the length of her arms. The small blond hairs raising themselves as if they were iron filings being pulled towards a magnet.
Her palms open her fingers arching backwards before clenching as another small tremble goes through her body.
She knows I like this dress, not the most expensive one she owns, not the shortest or the most revealing, but for me, she can never look more beautiful than in this dress. Just hinting at the charms within it. The straps simply tied at the top of the shoulders giving her a vulnerability that always makes my pulse quicken.
My mouth is millimetres from the back of her ear, the heat of it melting her. As softly as I can my lips make just the briefest of contacts with her neck, another tremble and a gasp betraying her pleasure. I work my way down, my breath, my tongue and my lips responding to her bodies reactions. One strap is pushed off her shoulder by my cheek, the other I take in my hand. As we stand on the balcony of our hotel room she knows she is about to be displayed to the whole city spread out beneath us.
I stand up straight behind her and pause for a few seconds. There is so much pleasure in anticipation and I want her to experience everything.
With just the slightest of pulls her dress will drop to the floor. Although the crowds leaving the theatres below maybe a little too far away to make out her face, they will be in no doubt about her nakedness and she will feel just as exposed and just as thrilled as if she was down there amongst them.
Slowly I pull on the strap, the knot loosening as I do. I feel her tense, her breasts pushing upwards as though they were proudly ready to meet the night air. The bow comes undone in my hand and I let one end fall, I hold the other for just a couple of seconds more, to prolong the sweet agony and then the dress falls.
The goosebumps on her breasts and the swelling of her already hard nipples confirm her excitement and she tries to push back against me again. This time as she does I put my arms round her and pull her close to me. Her body is trembling and squirming against me as I run my hands all over her. I kiss her neck, not gently this time but with all the passion in me, before I turn her head back to kiss her lips. My hands roam down her thighs and back up over her stomach before moving around her and over her bum. With just a slight pressure and only for a split second I glance my hand over her mound and then move them up to lightly trace fingers under her breasts.
We are both crazy with lust as I slide my hand down between her legs again, dipping my finger into her slit and bringing my fingers up to her mouth. I adore her taste and worship her pussy whenever I can and I know tasting her own sweet juice is a turn on for her as well.
I am so hard, I always am when I am with her, just a glimpse of the sun shining through her dress or the glint in her eyes when she is thinking about our next game is enough, but for now I want to take things slowly.
With one arm around her waist I gently push on her back, bending her over the rail. Now she has a view down five floors. I run the tips of my fingers down her spine and back up her sides, brushing the bottom of her breasts. Circling round them with my fingers I move closer to her nipples. She tries to wriggle them into my hands, desperate for me to pinch them, sighing as I move my attention to her hips instead. Gripping her tightly I pull her bum back against me, letting her feel the hardness in my trousers, letting her rub herself against me. I pull back and suddenly drop to my knees and push my tongue between her cheeks and right on to her little starfish. I make my tongue hard at the end and stab at her with it. She is grinding herself on my mouth as my tongue starts to enter her a little, forcing a cry of pleasure from her.