Re: [Adult] VIP Area
She watched his gaze drop to her hands, and she just dragged her fingertips along the line of muscle that climbed his stomach, her touch sure and owning, nothing that asked for permission or was worried about hurting him. Still, even with that, there was adoration in the touch, reverence in the slide of fingertips against flesh, and his moan made her dip just the tips of her fingers beneath the waistband of this pants. The belt wouldn't let her get far, but she didn't need to. Beneath the clothing the line of his waist was warm, warmer than the rest of him, and she looked up in time to see that surprise in his eyes, to watch it get chased away by something darker.
She hadn't expected him to take the shirt off, and even sober he was the ultimate distraction for her; he always had been, and she had never been able to get enough of looking at him. She pressed at his stomach, pushing him back enough so that she could look her fill, and she only broke the appreciatively heated perusal when he asked her to say something like that again. Her gray gaze was hungry, and there was no hiding the desire in her eyes. The straps of the dress were around her elbows, and her nipples were hard, and she bit her lip as she looked at him. "One of these days," she began, husky and slurred and full of promise, "we're going to have enough time so that I can strip you naked and do whatever I want to you," she promised, letting her gaze drag along his body as she spoke, watching him work on the belt and the button and the zipper. "So I can taste you and touch you. Lick you and suck you. Drive you crazy for as long as I want, make you as hard as you can possibly be, mon beau."
She was waiting for that shove against the ledge, and she was waiting for that rip of fabric, and she let him lift her weight and support her with those hands on the backs of her thighs as he slid into her. She moaned against his shoulder, against his ear, and this was Heaven and homecoming and a thousand things no one else understood. "...But not tonight," she added, an afterthought to her previous words. "Tonight, I want you to fuck me until I forget everything else in the entire world," she urged, her voice touched with a desperate longing, the desire to forget all the doubt and insecurity, if only for a few minutes. She nipped at his earlobe, sharp and stinging. "Kiss me," she demanded.