Ella watched him with a predatory gleam in her midnight eyes. He moved closer and closer still till she imagined she could just catch a whiff of his after shave or cologne. His eyes were on her, centered completely on her and a flush of pleasure swept threw her.<br/><br/>Sex was what she sought with every movement, ever word. Each moment of her time devoted to seeking it out but it was for this, for the complete attention of another person on her. She craved it like a drug she couldn't get enough of. The sense of being not only noticed but seen.<br/><br/>He was talking again, the man talked a lot, entirely too much really. Ella tilted her head to the side and favored him with a smile. She could have said a hundred different things, a million maybe, but in that moment she stayed silent.<br/><br/>His hands rose up to cup her breasts and she subtly arched her back pressing them forward for him. The first touch was blessed agony, she revealed in the soft sweet pleasure of his hands cupping her breasts. Her nipples tightened further begging for his attention and she wanted to whimper with desire. She didn't she kept a tight leash on her desire and kept her emotions from her face as she smiled brightly at him reflecting none of the smug satisfaction she felt back at him.<br/><br/>Her hands rose up to cover his and press him more firmly against her breast. She'd had every intention of keeping her wayward mouth shut but she couldn't seem to. The increased pressure of his hands on her made her utter a soft moan, "mmm I don't think so." She said softly without though her eyes closing slowly in pleasure.