Obsessed

"Try not to think about last night right now. I have a surprise for you, remember?"

"How could I forget?" I sigh, feeling slightly unnerved by what the surprise entails.

"I take it you don't like surprises?" He moves closer to me, his hand reaching into the inner pocket within his suit jacket.

"I don't." My eyes are glued to his hand waiting to see what he's about to reveal.

"This you'll like." He pulls a plain white envelope from his pocket. "It's something very special." He holds it in his hand dangling it in the air between us. "It's yours right after we take care of a small, but very significant detail."

"What detail?" I ask suspiciously.

He leans in closer until his lips are lighting touching my ear. "The detail of your pleasure." He drops the envelope on the foyer table next to us.

"My pleasure?" I stand frozen in place, not wanting to lose the sensation of his breath on my neck.

"You wanted me in the shower last night."

I don't respond. What could I possibly say? I can't deny that I wanted him then and that I've wanted him ever since I turned around at the gallery and was consumed by his very presence.

His lips move from my ear to my neck. Light kisses combined with the sensation of his teeth nipping at my sensitive skin. A moan builds deep within me and softly escapes.

"That's right, beautiful. You know you belong to me."

I reach for his hair, needing and wanting to feel his lips on mine. I pull his head up and push my lips into his. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth, gently coaxing mine to join his in a slow, circular dance. He bites my bottom lip, causing me to pull back slightly.

"You're going to learn never to refuse what I want," he growls.

He steps back. His hands grip my shoulders as he turns me abruptly around.

I whimper. "Please."

"Please what?" His breath is on my neck again as I feel his hands deftly undoing the zipper at the back of my dress.

"Please let me touch you."

"Not now. Not yet." He pushes the dress to the floor. His hand tracing a path down my bare back to the edge of the white lace panties I'd found in the bag he brought me earlier. "Put your hands on the wall. Lean forward."

I feel exposed and aroused, certain that soon he'll discover how wet I've become just from the anticipation of his touch.

There's brief movement behind me and I realize he's on his knees.

"Your body is amazing," he says quietly.

I jump slightly at the touch of his lips on my lower back. His tongue makes contact with my skin, forming small circles.

"Last night, after I put you to bed," he stops as he runs his tongue over the white lace of the panties, "I couldn't stop thinking about how you would taste."

I moan again as his tongue runs back up the panties to the bottom of my back.

"It's such a shame."

I feel him pull back slightly, disappointment immediately washing over me. "A shame?" I manage to say as I glance down and over my shoulder.

"They're so pretty," he says as he looks up into my eyes. At that moment I feel his hands grab the thin material at the sides as he rips the panties off my body.

I stumble. His hands steady me as he gently nudges my feet farther apart making me feel even more exposed.

"You're so perfect. So smooth." His hands pull my buttocks apart as his tongue traces a long, pointed line up my cleft.