Time To Go

"Things heat up before they head out for the night."

I stood by the bed in just my panties, trying to decide what to wear to the party we were attending that night. There were three outfits laid out on the bed but I couldn’t seem to make up my mind. The bedroom door opened and he walked in.

“What are you doing, babe? I thought you’d be ready by now,” he said, walking up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist.

I sighed and leaned back against him as his hands traveled up my sides and cupped my breasts. My nipples peaked as he ran his thumbs over them.

“I can’t decide what to wear tonight,” I replied.

“If it were up to me,” he said as he nuzzled my neck, “we would forget the party and you wouldn’t even need those panties.”

I giggled and patted his leg. “We can’t skip the party.”

“I know,” he whispered. “You’re just so fucking sexy and damn, you smell heavenly.”

A soft moan escaped my lips as he found that sweet spot on my neck that never fails to drive me crazy. I couldn’t help but to wiggle my ass as he held me close. I felt his manhood begin to harden beneath his slacks. His hand slid down my belly and into my panties. Shifting, I parted my thighs as his fingers slid between the lips of my pussy and dipped inside my slick, wet channel. My head fell back against his shoulder as I rocked my hips, trying to pull his fingers deeper inside. My hands replaced his, cupping my heavy breasts, tugging at my nipples.

“You’re such a naughty little slut, humping my fingers like that,” he rasped in my ear.

“You– you–, oh god,” I started to say as he toyed with my clit. “You started it,” I managed to gasp.

“Indeed, I did,” he replied as he gently bit my earlobe.

He buried two of his fingers inside my dripping pussy as he continued to rub my clit, occasionally grazing it with his fingernail. My hips swayed as he began to withdraw his fingers, only to plunge them back in. His teeth nipped at the delicate skin near my collarbone. I cried out as his fingers continued their onslaught, peaking my arousal.

The scent of sex began to fill the room.

My knees threatened to buckle as I felt the beginnings of an orgasm stirring. He pulled his hand from my panties and lifted his fingers to my lips.

“Taste yourself for me,” he growled in my ear.

I took his fingers into my mouth, swirling my tongue around them, savoring the flavor of myself. I licked and sucked his fingers until all traces of my pussy juice were gone. I whimpered as he pulled his fingers from my mouth and stepped back. I stumbled slightly, then caught myself as he playfully slapped my ass.

“Are you going to fuck me now?” I asked, my voice husky with desire.

“No, my dear. You’ll just have to wait until we get home,” he said. “You should get dressed so we aren’t late. I think you should wear the red dress.” With that he walked out of the room.

It took a few minutes for my body to calm down and my pulse to return to normal. I had been so close to orgasm that I was tempted to slide my own hand into my panties and finish the job. The promise of what was to come later that night was the only reason I kept my hands away. Quickly dressing, I chose the red dress and matching heels. After styling my hair and painting my lips red, I finished the look with the tear drop diamond necklace and earrings reserved for special occasions. I grabbed my clutch purse off the dresser and made my way downstairs. He heard my approach and was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs.

“You are a vision in red, my dear,” he drawled.

As I reached the bottom step, he took my hand, lifted it to his mouth, and pressed a kiss to my knuckles. 

“Is everything alright, darling?” he asked as I pulled my hand away and descended the final step. “You seem a bit flushed.”

Our eyes met and I couldn’t help but smile at the humor in his eyes. “Oh, I’m just fine,” I replied. “It got a little warm upstairs, that’s all.”