We’re going to be late. The biggest premier of the year and we’re going to be late because you can’t decide what to wear. That’s why I’m standing here propping up this counter. I’m ready, took me a whole thirty minutes, but you’re a lady and hey they seem to take forever. Fuck babe, don’t you know how fine you’d look in just jeans and a top?
I didn’t want to go to this silly shindig, I’d be perfectly happy sitting here alone with you, watching The Godfather and laughing when you squealed at the horse’s head moment. That one always gets ya don’t it Tresca? Did you know I watch it around you just so you’ll curl that voluptuous body into me? It never fails to get me going when those silken hands slide around my waist and those beautiful eyes hide themselves in my shoulder.
But you wanted to go to this premiere, said it had one of your favorite actresses in it. So here I stand all duded up, and baby I don’t put on a suit for just anyone. Gimme my jeans and my casual wear. Suits are for, well people that don’t matter, who only get impressed by a label. You don’t need impressing, that’s why I love you so much.
I glance at the clock and roll my eyes. “Tres baby come on, you don’t wanna miss this thing.”
I hear a soft laugh, turn as the bedroom door starts to open and experience a truly holy fuck moment. You’re standing there with your hair up, all twisted in some soft flowing knot, with little tendrils of hair just brushing over that elegant neck of yours. And that dress, god damn, midnight blue barely there and paired with a killer pair of fuck me stilettos. I thought you wanted to go to a movie premiere, not be attacked babe.
Screw it, I can’t resist, I have to move over and run my nose along that bare back. The barest brush of my lips along your spine has you shivering and when my hands slowly glide up along that plunging vee of your neckline you whimper. Jesus I love how you whimper; it gets me every time. Shit these slacks were already tight, now their unbearably so and YOU wanna go to a premiere. Damn.
I turn you to face me and man those lips, all ruby red and smiling just for me, well I just had to kiss the red off. Don’t hate me, I can’t stand not kissing those lips. I pull you in tighter; I feel your body responding and man in that one second I just want to forget about going out. I want you out of that dress, and in my bed before I combust.
It’s then I look into those eyes of yours and I see a little twinkle that lets me know you understand, hell more than understand you planned this all out. Straightening I sigh and manage a smile as I pull away, if I don’t do that now I never will. “Guess we need to be getting to that show you wanted to see.”
Your head tilts as a wide smile coasts onto your lips and baby the words I hear……
“What premiere?” you say. I feel my body tighten as your satiny fingers move up to loosen the knot at my neck, your brows waggling mischievously as you reel me in with the tie, only to guide me to the bedroom. “Never was a premiere, just wanted the evening to start with a bang.”
What premiere indeed, you might of started it with a bang baby, but I’m gonna be ending it with a scream, a true deep soul Tresca scream. Just you wait baby, you’ll see.
Happy birthday Tresca honey. May all your dreams be Jonny ones. :)
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