HAPPY FOREVER AFTER

As his hand slid down the curve of her ass, she pressed against him tighter. The hand on her behind was confident, so was the erection pressing against her hip. He moved just enough to start the friction, to get her motor purring. And then he pulled away, leaving her openmouthed and disappointed.

His smile told her he wasn’t finished … that he hadn’t really started. His gaze told her he was going to make sure she never forgot this night.

He slipped off his tuxedo jacket, then undid his tie. She didn’t move a muscle, just watched as he continued to undress. It wasn’t a striptease or anything. There were no bumps, no grinds. But it was incredibly sexy to watch this man reveal himself to her piece by piece.

When the shirt came off, she had to steady herself against the bar behind her. Then his hand went to his belt. She whimpered. Held tight to the bar so if her legs gave out, she wouldn’t fall and break something. He pulled the leather tongue out of the loop, leaving his button exposed. A moment later that was undone, and his fingers were on his zipper.

She stopped breathing. Stopped any movement except for her thudding heart.

The sound of the zipper lowering echoed off the walls and stirred her up like a Milkshake. She inhaled sharply, dizzy from holding her breath so long. With tremendous effort, she shifted her gaze to his face, to his wicked grin.

He caught her off guard with a wink, which, oddly enough, did very strange things to her insides and caused her to press her legs tightly together. Then his hands went to his trousers, and he lowered them inch by slow inch.

It took her a minute to realize his underwear was going right along with the pants, but once she did figure it out, she froze. Her gaze didn’t waver, she didn’t even blink. She just watched as more flesh came into view.

She breathed again, a gasp that bounced against the walls, as his pants slipped down and he stepped out of them. He stood before her, naked and so stunning it almost hurt to look at him.

“One of us,” he whispered, taking a step toward her, “is quite overdressed.”

Her hand went to her stomach, surprised that she was, indeed still wearing her dress, her shoes. Hell, it shocked her that she was still upright. He approached her slowly, allowing her to look at everything, especially the way the head of his cock tapped his taut stomach.

She sighed as he stepped behind her, but used the break to come back down to earth. He began to unzip her dress, and it was gonna fall. He kissed the curve of her shoulder, then ran his hand down her arm.

Daniel’s gaze followed the path her dress had taken, although his journey took a lot longer. He stared at her breasts. Her nipples looked like they begged to be tasted. Each time she took a breath it was a religious experience. Someone should write a symphony to those hard little pearls. He thought.

Wresting his gaze from that perfection, he wandered down her body, appreciating more than words her curves, her womanliness. She reminded him of a violin. The small waist leading to lush hips, she was a masterpiece of femininity.

When he thought he could handle it, he looked down a bit farther. Her only undergarment was a pair of white panties. They hugged her close, rode high on her hips, let him see her belly button.

“Daniel?”

He looked up into large, dark eyes, and he had to move close to her. Touch her. He lifted her hair and nuzzled the soft skin at the curve of her neck.

“Hmm?”

“Hmm, what?” Emma asked.

“You said Daniel.”

“I did?”

He nodded. Emma moaned and rubbed her chest against his. “It must not have been important.” she said.

“No doubt,” he mumbled, as his right hand glided down her back until he found the waistband of her panties.

“Daniel?” she said again.

“Hmm?”

She turned her head, offering him her lips, slightly parted. Who was he to refuse? He kissed her softly as his fingers slipped down over her delectable ass. Emma squirmed in his arms rubbing his chest and his cock, making it necessary and prudent to remove his hand from down under, take a few steps back and get a grip.

“Daniel?”

“Hmm?”

“Why did you stop?”

“I didn’t stop.”

She frowned prettily. “You’re over there.”

“Only a step away.” he replied.

“That’s too far.”

“It won’t be for long. But I want you to do something for me, Emma.”

“What’s that?”

“I want you to take off your panties.”

She looked down at herself, as if surprised she had anything on. In a flash, her thumbs hooked the waistband and lowered the garment past her hips. They dropped on her shoes, and in a one-two step, she was clear, the panties were on the puddle that was her dress, and she was gloriously naked.

He couldn’t help but laugh. She had a way about her… He nodded, gestured her to come closer. Emma didn’t make this move as quickly. She walked slowly and deliberately, exaggerating the sway of her hips. Her heels clicked on the tile, echoed off the walls. He made her feel sexy. She stopped when she got real close. Not touching, but almost.

“You’re gorgeous,” he said.

“You too”

He cupped said breasts, enjoying the weight of them in his palms, the contrast of the rigid nipples. That was it. Enough teasing. He moved to her side and scooped her up in his arms. She didn’t feel heavy, and part of that was undoubtedly adrenaline, but he didn’t care.

He took the short journey to the steps of the pool. He pushed off her high heels just before he stepped into the water. It was warm, as he’d known it would be. Too warm for him, normally, but tonight, with Emma, it was perfect.

“Swimming?” she said, her hands a bit tight around his neck.”

“Well, sure. I thought we’d do laps. I’m sure there’s a stopwatch around here somewhere.”

Her smile. Damn, what it did to him.

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He took two steps down, and lowered her backside just below the surface of the water. “As a bath.”

She gasped, arching up. “So I see.”

“But you’re not going in the water.”he said.

“I’m not?”