There's something about that moment when you catch my eye across the club. We'd planned it this way because the anticipation of meeting is usually better than the actual event. Some silly "he loved me... now he doesn't" song is playing when you walk in. As you get closer, the smile on your face spreads.
When you're close enough to touch, I smile, "Damn, you are taller than me."
Your eyebrow arches just slightly when you dip your head and whisper in my ear, "Is that a problem?"
I smile against your neck and shake my head just a bit, "Nah, everyone's taller than me."
"God, you smell good." You laugh a little and it tickles my neck, making me break out in chills. You know my neck is a weak spot for me and you plan to use it to your advantage. Bending a bit more and touching me nowhere else, you very lightly brush your lips against the curve of my neck.
"Shit," I sigh. I take a deep breath of you and say in your ear, "You smell edible."
"Then that makes two of us," you smirk.
"Question is," I grin, "who's going to take the first taste?"
You pull away from me just far enough to look into my face, "Good question." Studying my face, you swallow hard, "I was horribly mistaken."
Completely confused, I ask, "About what?"
"I thought I'd take one look into your eyes and know exactly what I want or feel or think but honestly, I'm not thinking," sliding your arms around my waist, you pull me in for a hug. "But I am wanting and feeling."
Shaking my head a little and smiling from ear to ear, I wrap my arms around your neck, "Wanting what? And what are you feeling?" When I put my head on your shoulder, I can hear your heartbeat vaguely. I notice that it's racing in spite of how calm you seem to be. I know mine's racing, but I'm not pretending to be cool as a cucumber!
Right in my ear, and giving me a full-body shiver, you almost moan, "Wanting and feeling the same thing... you."
Chuckling, I lean back and look in your eyes, "You are laying it on thick! What's gotten into you?"
Flashing a sexy smile, you wiggle your eyebrows, "Nothing yet, but maybe later you will."
When I throw my head back and laugh, you watch me. I look into your face again and nod, "You think you can handle that?"
Pretending to think about it, you purse your lips, "Hmmm." Then you smile, "Honestly, I don't know. But I do know this: I'd like to try, if you're willing."
Testing you, I let my smile fade and study your face. Slowly, as if distracted by them, I trace your lips with a fingertip. You kiss my finger lightly and I smile before capturing my bottom lip with my teeth. I know you're watching me. I can see the artery in your neck pulsing hard and fast. When I lick my lips, I drag my eyes from your lips to your eyes, "Fuck yeah, I'm willing. Whenever you're ready, I'm yours." My eyes soften, my body sort of melts into you, and I sound for all the world like I'm moments from breathing your name in a climax, "But please, please, baby, make it soon."
The look on your face, one of utter awe and shock, can't be faked with all the acting talent in the world. When you find your voice, it's weak but still audible, "Jesus." You shake your head slightly but quickly as if to shake the images out, "You got me all fuzzy now, damn!" The laugh you let out is nervous and adorable.
I decide to give you a break and step away from you, "Turn around and let me see you."
"No," you counter, "you first. You told me you picked this just for me and I want to enjoy the whole thing."
"Fine," I smile and hold my arms out as I turn slowly. The blouse is black, cut low in the front, and flairs to a flirty hem just below the waist of the shiny black skirt. The black platform shoes and understated silver jewelry complete a look I hope makes me look as sexy as I feel.
As if you read my mind, you hold out your arms, "Damn." Looking at the ceiling, you point at me, "That is one fantastic masterpiece. Thank you for bringing it to see me."
Smirking, I know I'm blushing but I pretend to not care, "Okay, turn."
"Wait," you step forward and slide your hand against the back of my neck and up into my hair, burying your fingers in it. Pressing your cheek against mine and planting a hand on my back to hold me against you, you whisper, "You are very, very beautiful. Don't doubt that for a minute. And I am damn glad you haven't noticed that every chick in this place is jealous of me and hoping I fuck up."
With a little backbone from nowhere, I hold your ear next to my mouth, "Wait til they know for sure you had a piece of me. Then they'll really be jealous."