She was so close to him. When he slowly settled against her, she was already pushing back. He could feel the shift of her hips, pushing his thick bulge into the cleft of her ass. It nearly made him groan. She was leaning her head to the side to give him room. It was a perfect gesture, yielding to him in that way, showing him with her body that her curves were his playground. A slight nod to his question, a yes sir with that sultry voice. He pushed his lips against the exposed skin again, sucking slightly on it, a graze of his teeth over her skin teasing her, but not biting down. Making her feel something hard as a change to the soft and gentleness from his lips and tongue.<br/><br/>As she acknowledged him, his hands snapped back to her hips. Pulling her against him again, though she had hardly moved away. Making their fit tighter. His mouth was still on her neck and his eyes closed slowly. He was grinding against her, making her feel his throbbing inches as they were still shielded by the layers of clothes between them. Those hands started roaming again. One slipping up to cover her heavy breasts, the left hand pushing against the left breast with his wrist and squeezing the right with his hand.<br/><br/>That right hand tugged up the hemline of her dress though. Slowly but surely raising it. He trailed those fingers over her upper leg, until he slipped his fingers to her stomach. Without any further ceremony or foreplay, she could feel his fingers pushing into her tight panties. Index and middle fingers surrounding her clit. Fingerpads settling on each side. A slow and gentle squeeze of that bundle of nerves, a tease.<br/><br/>She could feel him pull back from her round ass, only to push forward again, as if he gave her a dry thrust. A groan of his lips against her neck. Teasing her as they stood there. It was the slow build up. He had seen her pictures more than a month ago, made his pick weeks ago, he had been longing for this moment for so long.