Wanted

His eyes widened as he saw her sashaying effortlessly down the red carpet. “Wow” he whispered under his breath as he took the sight of her in.The way she looked in that dress. She looked like she was born to be there. There were no words that he could use to describe what he saw as she made her way towards him. At least none that could do her justice. He wracked his brain, but came up with nothing. None of the words that flitted through his mind seemed to encapsulate the vision that was her. She was phenomenal. She was wondrous, she was captivating, alluring, seductive and amazing and still, that didn’t quite cut it. She was nothing short of incredible.

She’d chosen a jet black silk maxi dress for tonights occasion. The thin spaghetti straps showed off her delicate shoulders and the cowl neck perfectly accentuated her ample chest while making her long slender neck look even more irresistible. A dress like that could have easily overpowered someone as petite as her. Especially, bearing in mind, that she couldn’t have been more than five foot two in her bare feet.

Instead, it was if the dress had been made with her in mind. It flowed effortlessly over her curves, drawing in at her tiny, wasp-like waist and back out again to emphasise her generous hips. The rest of the fabric fell perfectly to the floor and seemed to shimmer as she moved in and out of the light. He caught sight of her inner thigh through slit in her dress and almost forgot to breath as she got ever closer to where he was standing.

My god he wanted her badly. He wanted her more than he’d ever wanted anyone or anything in his entire life.

He couldn’t help but allow himself to imagine what it would be like to actually touch her. He wondered what it would feel like to be so close to her that she’d be able to feel his breath on her neck, to taste her skin on his lips as he gently kissed it. He played the whole scene out in his minds eye as she neared.

He imagined stroking the soft skin of her shoulders, loosening the straps on that dress in the process. He envisioned gently kissing and biting her neck which would cause her to moan softly. Next he thought about how he would softly trace his hand up her bare leg, hesitating briefly as his fingers broke the border between dress and skin.

He unconsciously licked his lips as he thought about the other slit, the one between her thighs. How delicious it would feel to slide his fingers deep inside her. To feel her wetness and explore her gently, deliberately, before turning her to face him. Then he would kiss her hard. She’d know everything she needed know in that kiss. She’d sense the passion and the pure wanting that he felt for her.

If she only knew the lengths how would go to if she would allow him to drop down to his knees in front of her. What he would do to be allowed to taste her sweetness. The power she would hold over him if she gave him permission to enter her with his tongue. He wanted to make her cum. He wanted to make her pleasure so intense that her juices flowed and dripped down his chin soaking his bare chest.

“Hey John! You look great, I’ll see you in there yeah?” Her voice startled him bringing him abruptly back to the here and now.