My eyes opened wide as I looked at him for a moment before licking my lips and moving even closer to him. I slide my hands up his arms, over those amazing shoulders and around his neck, pulling his head close and kissing him hard. He moaned against my lips as his hands moved around my back, returning the kiss. God, everything about him felt so amazing; his arms, his lips, his tongue as it was battling mine, and his hands as they moved up and down my back. And every touch was making my mind spin. I raked my nails over his back, feeling the shudder all throughout him.
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Her kissing him was the last thing he was expecting, but he won't lie and say he wasn't turned on by it even more. Sure, his intention was to tease her a bit, make her crazy like he was feeling; not that he thought he needed much. But that worked way better than he even thought it would have, for she was in his arms and not nearly as close as he fucking wanted her to be. He pulled her and lifted her up so she was quickly straddling him. His hands roamed from her back, over her hips, giving those a squeeze and over those thighs. God, he had way too many images of those thighs and having them wrapped around his waist as he pushed deeper into her. Okay, yes in the few short days that he had known her, the sexual images had come. He could admit there was much attraction but honestly, he could feel something else as well.
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I moaned as his lips finally broke apart from mine to move along my neck, his teeth scraping here and there as well. I was fighting every ounce of will power I had not to rub against the thing that was pressing against my core. Not that I didn't what more, Lord, I wanted way more. And I know he could feel it. It was in the heat that was over his cock, it was in the hands that was clenching his shoulders, and in the taunt nipples pressed against his chest. It was in the moans and purrs' escaping from my mouth and it was in the nails that were currently digging into those hard shoulders. Heaven above, I wanted to scream from all the feelings I currently had ragging inside me. I also didn't think he was immune to it. His lips, and his tongue, finally stopped the assault on my neck and spread his kisses over my shoulder, taking the straps of the suit with him. And in no way, or right mind set, was I going to stop him. At this point, my body was his and he could do whatever he wanted.
But, there was something I wanted first. I dug my fingers into his hair and quickly drew his head up, connecting my lips to his. God damn, they were addicting, burning mine over and over. And so soft, how was that even possible? I wasn't sure, but I was more than happy to spend a lot more time figuring that out.
His tongue snaked out and flicked against mine as his hands gripped tightly to my hips, pushing me down on the rock hard member. The movement alone caused both of us to groan and I was suddenly very much annoyed that we seemed to have clothes on. And just as I was releasing one hand in his hair to move down his chest between us and into those very obnoxious trunks, we both heard a voice clearing their throat and that was very much the ice bucket of water we needed to cool us.
"Sorry to bother, but that kind of display needs to be not in public. And besides that, we need to clear out the area to get ready for tonight."
"Oh!" I pulled away, trying to take a couple deep breaths.
"Sorry about that." He shrugged and walked away. I turned and looked at Howie, giggling slightly.
"That, uh, was not my intention with that game."
"Sure it wasn't." I lifted an eyebrow at that smirk. "But, you know, I still like the end result." I melted again as his hands kept running over my hips.
"Yeah, I do too, in fact," I looked around and noticed that it was way later, "shall we go get ready?" Howie looked at me.
"Get ready for what?"
"Don't you want to be my date for the ball this evening? That's what they are doing, getting everything ready for this masquerade ball."
"You drive one hard bargain Ms Theresa. But, if you carefully get up, I will gladly join you." I eyed him as I slowly stood up, knowing that my nipples were still taunt and that my poor suit was pretty soaked. I handed him a towel as I stood up and he smiled, looking me over very carefully as well. "You sure you don't need this?"
"Stop enjoying the view!" He laughed and stood up, wrapping the towel around his waist and took my hand within his and headed to the elevators.
"Shall I come to your room?" he asked as we stepped onto the elevator.
"Yes, like a little date." I winked at him and he smirked, sliding his free arm around my waist as the doors slide closed.
"You know, I can push the stop…"
"And make love on the floor?" He nodded as his eyes got darker, quickly capturing my lips again. God almighty, this man was going to kill me with those lips. But the very movement of the machine let us know that we couldn't get carried away. He broke the kiss and placed a tiny kiss on my cheek, moving his lips to my ear as the next wave of people walked in.
"It's nice to know that I'm not alone in wanting someone here," he whispered as his fingers "accidently" brushed against the front of my core. I quivered as I felt that touch and grabbed a hold of his hips, digging my nails in. He let out a hiss against my ear and once more I felt a pool start between my legs.
"Rest assure, Howie," I whispered into his chest, "I'm in need of a cold shower too." And with that, we exited the elevator and walked to our rooms.
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I placed my hand over the green satin material that was against my stomach, trying to stop the butterflies that were working over time there. I had no reason to be nervous, I mean, I just had a huge make out session with the man, so why the thought of a date seemed to be making me crazy, was insane. I glanced at myself in the mirror, the floor length emerald green gown hugged every curve and I had to smile; of all the nights I had planned to leave my room for any type of socializing, this was it, and this gown was bought with it in mind.
The straps wrapped around my shoulders, crossed in an X in the back and dipped down right about the ass, really being very flattering. The gold heels were also bought for this night, bringing out the gold of the gold and black mask. I added just a bit more liner before putting the mask on, smiling as the green in my eyes became more pronounced. I took a deep breath as I heard the knock and answered the door, quickly feeling my breath hitch. God damn, that man, no excuse me, the Phantom of the Opera that stood before me looked like a fuckin' gorgeous God, with the mask, the suit and the open shirt at the throat. Yes, he must be a sight to see at the awards shows.
"Lord, Theresa, you look stunning."
"As do you Howie." I let my eyes trail over him again, noticing the bulge that seemed to be present yet again. "Thought you took care of that?"
"I had. No one said that you were a wearing a fuck me dress that was going to turn me into puddy." I laughed as I closed the door behind me and linked my arms through his.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to."
"Like hell you didn't." The way up to the deck was quiet and I watched him, silently enjoying the view I had. "You keep staring and you won't make the ball princess." I grinned as we stepped off the elevator, the music being quite loud. "Want a drink or a dance first?"
"Let's see what those Latin hips can do in a ballroom setting."
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Three hours later, I sighed as I finally sat down, Howie right next to me. He let out a breath as his hands lightly rubbed my back. I sighed again and leaned against him.
"You sure like to dance, Howie."
"Yeah, I always have. But you know so do you. I have a hell of a time keeping up with you." I laughed, lifting my feet up, trying to release them from of the pressure of the heels. "Would you like a drink?"
"Yes please!" He smiled as he stood up and walked over. I closed my eyes, letting the cool breeze wash over my heated skin.
"Well, you look extremely gorgeous, lounging out." I shot my eyes open and stared at the man before me.
"Uh, thank you. Can I help you?"
"I've been watching you all night and was waiting for the dude to leave."
"Well the dude is my date, so, he doesn't leave."
"Grabbing a drink is enough. Want to dance?"
"No, thanks. I'm pretty tired for the moment, as you can imagine."
"Oh. I saw every sway that body did. Come on, a dance won't hurt."
"I'm fine, thank you."
"Why say no. I'm better than he is."
"A choice that should be decided by me; now please leave."
"I think…"
"You heard the miss, she said leave," Howie interrupted as he walked up behind the man.
"I don't answer to you!"
"I see that. But you should mind the request of the woman."
"Like hell I will!" With that statement Howie threw his fist back and punched the guy.