He smiled as he looked at her. Their glasses tinked together softly, a simple toast to the night they had been waiting for; Valentine's day and their first date. He never put stock into Valentine's Day. Just a marketing tool for chocolate and roses, but when he asked her out it was too close to the 14th to ignore. Sipping his wine and watching her as she did the same, he was glad he had asked. She turned to look out of the window and his eyes trailed down her neck and across her chest to the cleavage provided by her dress.
"It's so beautiful here." Her voice was delicate and soft.
"Is it? I hadn't really noticed." His lips turned into a small smile as she looked at him with a quizzical look.
"How could you not notice? The city is beautiful from this far up." Her hand motioned towards the window but his eyes never left hers.
"I doubt anything out there could compare to the beauty at the table." He set his glass down and brushed his fingers across the bare skin of her arm.
The color in her cheeks reddened as she smiled and looked from his gaze. "Well aren't you the charmer tonight."
"I know what I want and I don't get distracted when I find it." He watched her, the swell of her chest with each breath, the way she shyly glanced at him but didn't pull away. It was time to take his chance.
"And what is it you think you found?" She bit her lip and looked up at him with timid smile.
He stood, taking her hand and pulling her up to her feet. "I found you." His arms wrapped around her, holding her body against his firmly. "And I think you found me as well." His lips brushed hers and her breath caught in her chest. Nipping her lip and sliding a hand to the back of her neck cause a soft moan to escape her lips. It was all the encouragement he needed.
Kissing to her neck, he brought a hand to her breast to cup it and brush a finger across her nipple through the thin fabric. It's swell at his touch and the return of her breathing urged him on as he sucked at her pulse. Each moan from her lips was followed by his fingers teasing her nipple in firm tugs. The fabric of her dress making his fingers slide across that hard nub as he teased her and kissed up to her ear.
Biting and sucking at that lobe, he whispered his needs to her, his every desire to have her here and now. Her protests were faint, panting between gasps that someone might walk in. He grasped her by the back of the neck and turned her to look in his eyes, "If they do they will know you are mine." His kiss was sudden and deep as he pulled her to him. Her whimper turned into a hunger of her own as he felt her fingers moving to his pants.
"Oh God I am. I am." She fell onto her chair, hand reaching in his pants to pull him out. Her eyes looking up into his as she stroked him and felt the throbbing strength of his cock. Leaning in and teasing him with her tongue, she began the slow worship of that strength that would consume her.
His body trembled and his back arched. The feeling of her lips on him pushed him further as he took her hair in hand, guiding her to service him. He looked down at her there, looking back at him with need in those eyes. She was his.
He pulled her to her feet, turning her over the table. His hands lifting her dress, exposing her to the room. The curve of her ass teased at him and he give it a squeeze. She laid her had on the table and lifted her bottom by arching her back. Offering herself to him. "Please," was all she said.
He moved to kiss her neck as he pressed into her. A soft moan escaped her lips as she took him in and he wondered to himself if there wasn't something to Valentine's Day after all.
Story by: MysterMitch Resident
Models Used: MysterMitch Resident
Hmmmph Stenvaag
Furniture used: ::WS:: Valentine's Table
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