you know what time it is. fuckin in fancy clothes time.
her nails done and wrists wrapped in something that sparkles. watching her fingers curl into my belt loop while she looks around the room. we smile at each other and share secret laughs through the party.
iβm butch as ever in my tux and she looks divine. weβre lucky iβm not tripping all over the ballroom every time i look at her - at her hips, her curves, the shape and fall of the dress, her hair pulled back off her neck.
and i know she watches a couple things. that thick gold ring on my middle finger. the neat styling of my short hair. fine cut of the trousers, polished boots.
strumming my fingers on her hip when we walk. holding her hand when we sit. my eyes never leave her.
she tugs me away a little later. just for a kiss, really, but thereβs an empty hallway just outside the party and we fall so easy into each otherβs arms. and her dress has a slit just long enough she can hook a leg around me.
then itβs game over and iβm grinding against her, and kissing her throat and cupping her tits and she whispers something about the dress and i know - itβs nice, iβll be careful with it.
i tug down the neck and my mouth moves there. i hold her under the knee when her leg gets tired. i wanna keep her open. she makes such sweets sound while i lavish my mouth over her breasts, those soft curves spilling out of her desss.
eventually i pluck my ring off and slide it in my back pocket. sleeve goes up to my elbow and i slip my hand between her legs.
i wish i could fuck you right here and now, iβd say.
and show her how iβd want it. how i wish i was packing and we werenβt at a party. i show her with my fingers what i want, how i want to take her. and i take her like that again and again until sheβs coming on my hand and trembling in my arms.
she knows. iβm gonna be thinking about this the whole party. about her and what else i want to do. i help rearrange her dress even though i just want to tear it off. i lick my fingers clean and slide the ring back on.
later, when i have time to unzip her slowly. to strip her down to her stockings and heels and jewelry. to fist her hair and fuck her like that, until her updo is in shambles. kiss her until her lipstick is rubbed off and our lips are raw.
but, until then, keeping my hand on her lower back and following her back into the party. and trying not to grin when she throws me one of her knowing smiles.
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