“Hi,” Marielle greeted with a bright smile as she looked up from putting on her heels.
She sat at the edge of the bed, but I could see how short her lilac dress was. It was nowhere near her knees. And that made a wave of lust wash over me.
“Baby,” I called, coming to stand in front of her. “Are you trying to make me lose my mind?”
“Is it working?” she whispered, looking up at me.
“If we don’t step out right now, I might be tempted to show you,” I revealed, my eyes shamelessly taking in her body.
“Well, you’re the one who’s yet to get dressed,” she pointed out.
“Five minutes,” I uttered, walking into the closet.
I definitely didn’t spend up to five minutes in the closet.
“You do something to tuxedos, Eduard,” Marielle praised, looking me over while I drank in the sight of her.
Now standing by the couch as she zipped her purse, she looked like a sexy seductress. One designed to bring me to my knees. Besides her short dress, her high heels highlighted her legs. Beyond her glossy lips and darker eyelashes, her face was beautifully natural. Her cute bun added to her adorable look.
She moved closer, giving me her hand, which I took.
“I must warn you that it’s going to be very difficult to keep my hands to myself tonight.”
“Who says I want you to?” she asked. “I mean, there’s no reason to wait any longer.”
“Our first time has to be special,” I told her as we walked to the waiting car.
“Every day together is special,” she said, blinking up at me. “Besides, what day could be more special than today? Our first time going out together. As a real couple. No compulsions.”
Damn, she’s right.
Every part of my body rejoiced in anticipation.
Barely two hours later, we were back home, both of us having had enough of teasing glances and touches. We were kissing hungrily as we shut the bedroom door, the calm of the outside world contrasting sharply with our frenzied movements.
Impatient, I lifted her into my arms, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. My tongue dove into her mouth as I gripped her luscious ass.
I broke the kiss as I brought her to the bed.
“I want to do it,” I told her when she moved to take her heels off.
Dropping to my haunches, I took them off before standing back up. Locking her eyes on mine, Marielle stood up and started unbuttoning my tux. It was off, and she was pulling my shirt out of my trousers in a second.
My hands found the pins holding her hair up, and I removed them. Her hair cascaded down, framing the sides of her face.
“You’re so beautiful,” I stated as her hands went to my zipper.
She responded with a slow smile.
I took my hands out of my shirt, and it went with the tux.
“I’m almost naked, and you’re still fully clothed. Doesn’t work that way, baby,” I disclosed with a smirk.
As I slowly pulled down the zipper at the back of her skimpy dress, she held the front to her chest.
She’s shy.
“Baby,” I crooned, pulling her hands away. “I want to see you. All of you.”
