I’ve never felt an attraction like this before. I’ve tried to form a connection with guys my own age, fading into boredom as they try and woo me with boring conversation. This man hasn’t said a single word to me and I already want him more than any of those immature little boys. He’s close now, and I can see the shadow of stubble on his chin. Those young guys can barely sprout a hair on their chin. Somehow, this man seems even more attractive because he’s older. Older and wiser, I’m sure.
He comes to a stop a few paces away from me. The party continues around us, but it’s just white noise. None of it matters anymore. His mouth slowly forms into a smile and I feel goosebumps forming on my skin.
“I couldn't take my eyes off you,” he murmurs. My breath catches in my throat. I’ve never known anyone to be so forward, but this man could probably say anything to me and I would be impressed. His eyes are a sharp blue color, and they captivate me as I look up at him. Like I imagined, he towers over me, making me feel like he has control of me before we have even touched. I’m desperate to touch him, to run my hands over his bare chest, but I have to remind myself of where we are. Besides, I haven’t even said a word to him yet. I’m trembling as I look up at him.
“I was looking at you too,” I breathe nervously. I can barely believe the words have left my lips. I’ve never done this before. I’ve acted it a million times in drama performances - pretending to be attracted to whoever is opposite me on that stage - but I’ve never done it for real. Talked to a man and felt the nerves in my bones, the adrenaline in my veins.
The man smiles at me, his eyes lingering on my lips for a moment. “What do you say we find somewhere a little more private so that we can...talk.”
Talking is the last thing on my mind. I can barely concentrate when he’s making my entire body feel like jelly. When he reaches out to wrap his hand around my small wrist, my heart lurches in the best possible way. I didn’t know how much I needed him to touch me, but now I never want him to let go. I smile shyly. I’ve been waiting for the one all my life - twenty-one whole years - and now, in a matter of seconds, I’m almost certain that I’ve found him. The only man who can set my heart alight.
“Let’s go...I know a place.”
Chapter Three
Wes
At some point as I’m leading my pretty girl up the stairs, my hand slips from her wrist and grips her hand. I feel alive with electricity. I can tell she is nervous to be with me, but I’ll soon rectify that. I want her to know that she is safe with me, no matter what. If I can make her mine entirely, I’ll prove it to her any time she needs me to.
As we reach the top of the stairs, she tugs me gently in a certain direction. It occurs to me that she knows this house. I wonder who she is and why she has been invited, but I don’t want to pry too soon. I’d much rather get to know her in other ways.
She opens a door and leads me into a bedroom. It’s a very feminine room, looking like it belongs to a young woman. I’ve been to this house hundreds of times and never been inside this room, but the girl seems to be quite comfortable. She pulls away from me and sits down on the bed, looking up at me almost expectantly. I sit down beside her, glancing around the bedroom curiously.
“Are you sure we should be in here? I kind of feel like it’s taboo or something…”
“Trust me, it’s okay,” the girl says, tucking her silky raven hair behind her ears. Her deep brown eyes catch mine and she offers me a shy smile. “Are you enjoying the party? Do you come to these often…”
“I don’t usually come. I try and avoid them at all costs,” I reply honestly. She giggles softly.
“Me too, if I’m honest,” she says. “It’s not really my scene...but I guess it’s not yours either then, right?”
“Exactly. I much prefer it up here...just you and me…”
The girl blushes prettily with a smile so genuine that I know she’s not faking it. Some girls will just respond to you however they think you want them to, but this girl doesn’t seem like the sort. She seems actually happy to be in my company, actually happy to reveal her true self to me. I can’t resist putting a hand on her thigh and gently rubbing over her pleather catsuit. I want to test the waters, to see if she’s interested the same way I am. She responds with a small gasp, but she doesn’t pull away. After several moments, she shuffles a little closer to me on the bed. As she does, my hand moves a little too far up her leg. My hand brushes her pussy and she gasps a little but doesn’t move away. I smile to myself, running my tongue over my lips. If I was looking for a sign that she feels the same, this is it.