That Dress

I know what she’s doing, keeping me waiting. I could tell the very moment she snatched the dress out of my hand and the corner of her mouth turned up, she knows she’s driving me insane and I know she’s doing it on purpose. I feel like a teenager again. I’ve lost my cool, my sleek chill all but disappears when she is near.I flop back onto the bed, breathing deeply and trying to relax. She must be the only woman capable of pushing me so far into my desire for her that I lose my carefully cultivated distance. I worry suddenly that she has me in danger, that, despite my best efforts, if she was to eventually leave I would be lost.The sound of the bathroom door clicking open makes me push myself back upright and what I see makes my mouth water and my heart ache. She looks like an devilishly tempting angel, her body hugged by the soft jersey satin of the dress, the drop of the neckline çankaya escort enhancing the gentle rise of her breasts. The subtle gap between her breasts only emphasizing the generous curvature of her body as the flow of her chest narrows into her waist then flares out to her hips and lovely ass. Yet, despite how beautiful she looks, her elegant fingers pull at the hem of her dress and a bashful blush colours her cheeks.She has taken down the tight bun and the wildly beautiful curls of her flaming hair now trail in a fiery cascade over her shoulder as she struggles with the revealing nature of the dress. I watch her and Dear God, I want her. Eventually she looks up and her clear blue eyes seem startled and her blush deepens. She holds out her arms and straightens up a little, fixing a smile to her face before spinning around on the spot, her rus escort legs twisting one over the other as her bare toes turn her on the soft carpet. The movement is elegant, graceful and drives me completely insane.”I’m going to make love to you in that dress, Miss Greene,” I smile, watching her visibly fight with a multitude of emotions, her blush flaring and a flush of red creeping over the pale cream skin of her chest. Embarrassment, arousal, amusement and agitation all mingle in her gaze until she decides to smile broadly, a teasing glitter in her eyes.”I’m afraid not,” she bites her lip and looks down, smoothing her hand over the delectable curve of her hip, feeling the soft fabric which stretches over her body. “This dress is destined for charity, Mr Conti. It would be highly inappropriate to take part in, that kind of behaviour before handing it eryaman escort off to someone else,” she teases, turning back towards the bathroom.”Are you teasing me, Miss Greene?” sitting up further I smile again as she freezes in the doorway of the bathroom, one foot on the cool black tiled floor and the other still on the carpet of the bedroom. I stand silently as I watch her shoulders rise slightly as she breathes in deeply. “Because if you were teasing me I would just have to show you exactly what it means to goad a man who wants you more than his next breath,” She tenses and then relaxes as my hands slip over her waist, her silken soft hair is ruffled slightly by my breath as I whisper to her, all thoughts of moving slowly gone as she taunts me.”Sit down on the bed, Mr Conti,” she half whispers, half murmurs the command. She sounds somewhat scared and I frown, removing my hands from her waist. Have I misread the signs? I do what I’m told immediately, sitting down silently, confused, until she turns, her face no longer humorous, her eyes now burning, the blue having turned dark, intense, her gaze fixed and concentrated wholeheartedly on me.