Red Dress

"Red becomes you," he whispered as he slowly pulled her in towards him. He was undressing her with his blue eyes, as he had been doing all evening, sending sparks of desire through her body.

She shivered with anticipation, closing her eyes as he lifted her hands to his neck, his own slowly smoothing a path down her sides to rest at her hips. She knew that he could feel her nipples pressing into his chest, knew it would reveal just how much he affected her. Yet somehow, she didn't care.

Their bodies swayed to and from, barely keeping rhythm of the band as they focused on fitting their bodies together like pieces to a puzzle. He was seducing her, and she couldn't even put up a fight if she wanted to. With the sway of his body as it pressed up against hers, the sound of his breathing in her ear and his wandering hands she was quickly melting into his arms.

Nor could she ignore the semi hard bulge protruding from the front of his pants.

Slowly, oh so slowly his hands inched lower and lower until it rested on the curves of her ass. She felt her breath hitch as she counted the seconds it took for him to reach down and discover her dirty little secret. She was soaked, her juices flowing freely to pool at her inner thighs. She’d never reacted so quickly, so strongly to a man before and it was all because of his piercing stares, his silent, hungry perusal of her curves.

Renewed desire coursed through her body at the thought of him reaching down and exploring between her thighs right there in the swanky little dinner club. They were tucked in a little corner, separated from the main crowd, his body a shield between her and the others. Should he choose to touch, he could do so freely.

She closed her eyes and shuddered, turning her face into his neck.

As if things were finally registering, his body frozen in place, his grip like a band of steel around her body. She was disoriented for a moment, but it was only for that. Her attention narrowed to the warm palms slowly following the curves of her buttocks, the world around her melting into a shadowy haze. His movement slow and deliberate as if he were savoring the curves, the discovery.

One palm halted at the lower curve of a cheek while the other worked the material of her dress into a little bunch just below her hip. She shivered as a rush of cool air caressed her hot, wet skin. Her back arched subconsciously, her breath hitched in anticipation.

He turned his face into her hair, his breath hot in her ear. “What will I find?”, he whispered. His voice was strained as if he was barely holding on to control.

She shivered at the sound of his voice, biting her lower lip as the wave pooled between her thighs. She swallowed, hard. “Nothing,” she whispered. “I don’t have... anything there.”

She felt his body shudder, the hand that curved around a cheek lowered oh so slowly until the tips of his fingers touched skin. The pads of his fingers lingered there, trailing small circles on the exposed skin. The bulge at the apex of his own thighs undeniable now, pressing firmly into her lower belly, her pussy throbbed with desire.

His fingers lowered until he was resting at the back of her thigh where he rested for a moment. By now her body was taut, presses tightly into his as she waited for his touch. Her desire had doubled when he exposed her, her lips had parted, and her juices flowed freely. She was ready for him and she was this close to saying so.

As if reading her mind, his fingers targeted her pussy. His fingers slid in her juices until it touched her clit. A small ‘mew’ of desire escaped her lips and his body shuddered again.

”Fuck,” he whispered harshly. He was rubbing her clit with determination now, detouring every now and then to pay homage to her pussy.

Her hands moved to his shoulders for better leverage as her thighs widened farther, her moans loud in his ear. She was going to cum if he kept his rhythm, right there on the dance floor of the club. She was thankful of the music blaring in the background and the dim lighting or they’d have been kicked out a long time ago.

”Cum for me, baby.” He whispered into her ear. “You’re holding back.”

His voice sent a shiver down her spine just as his fingers dove into her pussy. Her back arched hard as her orgasm smashed through her body. Liquid gushed out around his fingers, down her thighs and her moans grew louder. He moaned in response before covering her mouth with his, sucking in the little sounds as she rode out her orgasm.

His fingers were thrusting deep, prolonging the orgasm. She was quickly losing stability, as her knees wobbled beneath the onslaught of emotions. Her moans have turned into little mews of pleasure as her mouth explored his.

”Fuck,” he whispered one last time before quickly removing his fingers. “I want to fuck you.”

His voice was gruff, husky in her ear, sending shivers of arousal throughout her body.

He jerked away abruptly, shoving the skirt of her dress down and leaving her bereft. She blinked slowly up at him, confusion warring with desire in her deep, brown eyes.

He stared down at her for a moment before intertwining his wet fingers with hers. “Come,” he said huskily, guiding her through the crowd.

She shuddered with pleasure as she thought of how that came to be. The corner of her lips lifted in a smile as her feet followed him, her body floating in a sexual haze.

I did, a little naughty voice whispered in the back of her mind.