He would serve her in any way she wished. On the floor as if they picnicked, slowly dishing out the delights he offered, or fresh out of her bubble bath all moist and damp with perfumed steam. Or if she desired, reclining on the deep gold sofa, her silken arms and legs exposed for his greedy eyes, or best of all in their big bed with crisp lacy linens where he could gain his own sustenance sipping the sweetness of her skin.
The soft sheen of her full upper arm caught his eye as she reached for what he offered. She was the consummate seductress in her long white robe and gown. Its cutout lace bodice, form-fitting to accentuate her voluptuous curves, setting off the flames of red in her long auburn hair. The soft folds of silky fabric called to all his senses, awakening desire and something more – something primitive and old.
He knew her legs would feel silky wrapped around his strong naked thighs and his longing for her almost forced a cry of desperation from his lips. He wanted her like she was now, warm and inviting on the sofa, her dainty feet in marabou pumps. His fingers were aching to slide up under the buttery soft fabric to search out the tops of her stockings. He licked his lips reflexively as he wondered if there was lace at the apex of her tender thighs.
»»As she leaned forward to absorb the scents and textures of the romantic feast before her, his eyes strayed to her lace bodice front. Creamy, smooth skin invited him to look lower still, to dip his visions into the cleavage of her full ripe breasts and inhale the scents of this beautiful new bride.
She jumped when he popped the cork on their bottle of champagne and placed it back into the chilled bucket to keep it cool until they were ready to share it. It would be for afterwards. Once the rich erotic moments had passed and both were satisfied beyond measure. Then there would be time to celebrate the new beginning they'd longed to share.
She touched him. Her cool fingers, whisper-soft, blazed a trail of heat up the crisp black fabric of his formal coat sending sensual impulses sizzling through his taut body.
Lovely deep blue eyes met his passion glazed brown ones. “Thank you for delivering our midnight snack. My husband has your tip.”
~Eve Lilas
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