When he called her 'my love,' Andressa momentarily paused. It was the first time either had said the l-word, even though it wasn't the same as 'I love you,' it was pretty close. She didn't pause for long as his hands slid under her ass and lifted her off her feet. The normally collected woman squealed as her legs wrapped around his waist and she clung to him, he set her on the ledge of the balcony, his hands securely on her hips, pressing their pelvis' together. Her dress had shifted so it was pretty much around her waist, so her sheer black panties were pressing against the rough material of his expensive slacks. His clever lips assaulted her exposed neck with kisses as she moaned, combining the pleasures of his lips with her grinding her most sensitive place against him. Her hands linked behind his head at the nape of his neck as she arched into him.
It was only Ian's hands on her hips that kept her from falling as they were out in the open of the veranda, where anyone around could see them and the rush of that was as much an aphrodisiac to her as the man currently torturing the sensitive flesh of her neck and shoulder. Her entire body hummed with the need for this man in front of her. Keeping one hand at the base of his neck, she used her other hands to slid between them and start to unbuckle his belt.
"I missed you, lover," she whispered between soft moans. "I need you. Right here, right now."