"I loved the necklace you were wearing the other night at the gallery," he says under his breath.
"Tell me what you like about it."
"The shape of it was exquisite."
"What else did you like about it?"
"That it was touching you." He shifts to the side, his hand grasping my waist to pull my body close to his.
"You couldn't take your eyes off of it."
"No. I couldn't take my eyes off of you." His mouth finds my neck. He leaves a line of small kisses, his tongue playfully tempting my sensitive skin.
He pushes his lips into mine and I soak in the taste of them. I sense the subtle pressure of his tongue on my lips forcing me to open my mouth more. His kiss becomes more aggressive as my lips follow his lead. His teeth pull at my bottom lip sending a tender feeling of pain through my mouth.
As a moan escapes his body, I pull back from the kiss. I trace my open lips down his cheek to his jaw line, running my teeth along it. I move towards his neck, biting softly along the path.
"I kept thinking about you…about the scent of your skin, the curve of your neck." His words are rushed as his lips find mine again. His breath labored and wanton.
"I thought about you too," I whisper. "I can't stop."
He cradles my face in his hands, pulling me into him. "I won't stop."
A small moan runs through my body.
Deftly he pulls me onto his lap so I'm facing him. My lips rest against his cheek. I slowly run my tongue over the bristle of evening stubble, tasting the salt in his skin.
His hands find my thighs. I'm certain he can feel my arousal as I subtly push my now damp panties into his lap. His hands inch upwards. My breath catches.
"When I saw you at the gallery..." He reaches for the sash holding my dress closed. "I wanted to take you home with me right there."
I nod. My voice stuck in my throat. I watch him pull on the sash, my dress falling open revealing the white lace bra and matching panties I'd chosen for the evening.
"You're so much more beautiful than I ever imagined." His hands push the dress from my shoulders, leaving me exposed and open. "I've thought about this moment for so long."
I catch his gaze and smile gently. "You've thought about me?"
"You have no idea." He runs his finger down my neck. I jump slightly at the intimacy of his touch. "Tell me?"
"Your skin is so soft." He grabs my hand with his, gliding my fingers over the flesh at the top of my right breast. "Feel it?"
"Yes." I slide myself across his erection, pressing my body into his.
He smiles. "That's what you do to me."
He guides my hand down my breast, tracing my finger over my swollen nipple as it pushes against the fabric of the lace.
He presses his lips to mine. "You want me too, don't you?"
I moan as I feel his tongue once again claim mine.
He continues our joint exploration with my fingers, running them over the soft curves of my stomach until they're shyly grazing the top of my panties.
"Let's see how badly you want me." He pushes my fingers below the lace.
I'm instantly greeted with the warm wetness of my arousal.
"Touch yourself for me, Ivy," he whispers into my ear.