— Christ, I want you now! — his husky voice panting between kisses, intensifying the pain in the muscles coiling below my waist. He moves his hand to the back of my neck and slides it across my ribs, and further, until his cupped hand is cupping my breast. I let out a moan at the feeling of his fingers rubbing my hardened peak through the soft material of my dress.
My body is ready to agree to your request, because I want this man too. I want to feel your weight on me, your bare skin slide against mine and feel your length moving rhythmically inside me.
Our intertwined bodies collide against the small alcove in the hallway. He presses me against the wall, our bodies frantically grabbing, groping and tasting. He slides his hand down to the hem of my cocktail dress, and finds the lace at t
