Happy New Year

Standing in the doorway holding a glass of champagne

All male eyes switching often to her low cut corset and her short skirt,

Her smile omnipresent, laughing and giggling with all her guests.

Red locks of hair spiral onto her bare white shoulders,

Looking like blood dripping down on a field of snow.

“Happy New year baby girl!”

“Happy New year darling!”

Her smile widening and throwing off rainbows onto the marble floor.

“You look stunning babe, make a pirouette and let me admire that skirt.”

Turning slowly so he can admire what she wore for him.

With careful eyes, watching his smile widen,

With a patient body watching him feel this as an unbearable torture,

Torture of haters and lovers alike…

Torture of seeing but not being able to touch.

“You know, baby girl, that things have changed…

Feelings I never had for you emerged…

And while we’re here, under the mistletoe…”

“Say no more.”

With impatient lips she came so close,

Tracing her lips with the tip of her tongue,

Mesmerizing all 6 feet 3 of him.

Holing one arm on her waist, pulling close…

With his other hand, holding her face close to his.

All music stops and the countdown begins,

6-5-4-3 but who has time to hear?

They reach 1 and a champagne bottle pops breaking their kiss…

“Happy New Year babe!” And she licks his lips.

Laughing at her, refusing to let go,

“You’re not done yet, just so you know…” a handsome smile laying on his face,

His anxious hands pulling her closer and closer

Pulling her tighter, and closer, until their chests meet,

Their lips biting at each other’s needy lips,

Leaving marks unknown to others but themselves.

Breaking the kiss, his lips part away

“Not here, just follow me.”

Following him, her hand glued to his,

Parting the crowd with a gentle smile,

Smile of a host, laughing gently at her guests,

Parting from their gaze, following him quickly.

Leading her into a small bedroom, so dim and so closed out…

Locking the noise behind him, a soundproof room.

Her hands quickly wrapping around him, like paper over a present,

His, slowly massaging the curve of her back.

“What a way to start the New Year baby girl!”

“I’d suggest you start kissing me now before I start without you.”

No more words, his lips being too busy caressing her pale neck,

His hands to occupied with her porcelain breasts,

And his heart beating faster than usual.

Her hands knotting quickly in his brown hair,

Her lips whispering moans in his delicate ears…

“Don’t stop babe…”

But he does.

His hands slowly untying her blood red corset,

Then letting her skirt fall to the floor…

Her panties falling too, on her boots eventually.

Taking a few steps back, looking content at her pale body,

Admiring the bite marks on her neck,

The hardness of her nipples,

Her small waist,

The freshly shaven fantasy…

Her athletically supple thighs,

And her obsidian eyes looking back into his, begging.

“You know, baby girl,” and unbuttoning his shirt at an agonizingly slow pace,

“maybe tonight… maybe we haven’t waited enough for this.. maybe”

Smiling at him, a glimpse of despair in her eyes,

“You want me to say it don’t you?”

“Oh and mean it too, we cannot be having you say things you do not mean baby.”

Closing her eyes and moving close to him,

Pressing her hard nipples on his bare warm chest,

Taking his fingers and sliding them over her wetness,

Leaning closer to his ear and moaning softly.

“Babe, please… I’ve waited for so long… do not prolong this torture…

I need you to fuck me babe… I need you to do it tonight…

I want you to make me moan and scream your name out like never before.”

Smiling devilishly at himself, feeling her every word reach him,

Touch him through his pants and her moans

Making him grow… tightening him.

“You really want this don’t you?” his eyes searching hers in the moonlit room.

“I’ve been waiting for such a long time… I want this babe... please.”

Giving in to temptation, he wanted it as much as she did,

Pushing her back, making her fall on the king sized bed…

“Fine. You want this…you’ll have it.”

Picking her legs up, pushing her up on the pillows,

Biting gently at her neck, licking it…

Swiping his fingers and playing with her clit,

Licking down her collarbone and down her breasts,

Sucking like a babe on her hardened nipples,

Begging for more, but tearing himself apart.

Licking down her stomach, onto her white pelvis,

Kissing her thighs and wrapping himself around her.

Anticipation building in her,

Moaning continuously, talking soft,

Giving orders, so soft and pure…

“Right there baby… right there, don’t stop.”

Pushing his head down and holding it there,

Her legs quickly spreading for his wet tongue…

Lower,

Lower,

Right there.

His tongue exploring quickly,

Licking, sucking, biting softly…

Slowly inserting his tongue inside her,

Feeling her warmth wrap around him,

Feeling her taste surrounding his hot tongue.

Pulling out and kissing her quickly,

Letting her suck on his tongue, taste herself…

Moaning louder and louder as he slams into her,

Full speed ahead and hard as never before.

Taking her on, one orgasm at a time…

Letting himself go in her, fill her up.

Holding her tight, crashing on top of her, breathing hard…

“Happy New Year. I love you Baby Girl.”