Noah slipped his hand around her waist. â€śSweets, thereâ€™s an hors dâ€™oeuvres buffet. You missed lunch, right? Go get a snack.â€ť
She looked in the direction he indicated. Several people were gathered around a long table of varied finger foods and pre-poured drinks. â€śLooks delicious. Did you want anything?â€ť
â€śSurprise me.â€ť He kissed her cheek and gave her butt a pat.
â€śSure.â€ť She smiled at Clarice. â€śComing with?â€ť
Clarice shook her head. â€śNo, Iâ€™m saving my appetite for dinner.â€ť
â€śI should do the same. I donâ€™t want to even think about the amount of exercise Iâ€™ll have to do to work off tonight.â€ť She put an extra swing in her hips as she walked away, knowing Clarice was watching.
Noah would be watching too. He loved when Stacy wore outfits that showed off her body so people could see how good he had it. Her dress choice of the evening wasnâ€™t just to infuriate the women. Though it was a special bonus to bask in the murderous gazes of the women who beheld Stacy. She could hear them gnashing their teeth and the sound resembled applause.
Tonightâ€™s dress choice was meant to get Noah hot and bothered. Stacy showed off just enough skin to pique his interest and would flirt just the right amount to spark his jealousy. Combine and let stew over the length of a benefit dinner, and Noah would be ready to rip the dress off her the moment they arrived home. With the kids visiting their grandparents this weekend, that all but guaranteed sex against the front door, and on the couch, and possibly the coffee table, before taking it to the bedroom where they could really have some fun.
Noah would be in top form and employing every trick, to remind her that sheâ€™d married him, that she belonged to him, and that she shouldnâ€™t be looking at anyone else when she had him. Thinking about the many ways he would impress those lessons on her body made her panties wet. This evening couldnâ€™t end fast enough for her.
She stopped to assess the food offerings. Someone bumped into her and wetness hit her back. â€śWhat the hell?â€ť She looked over her shoulder at the man carrying a small plate and wearing an apologetic smile.
â€śIâ€™m sorry. Iâ€™m so sorry. I wasnâ€™t paying attention.â€ť He gave a strained chuckle. â€śAt least it missed the dress, right?â€ť
â€śCould you get me a napkin?â€ť She snapped, not trying to play cordial while whatever had dripped on her was wending its way down her back to the top of her ass.
â€śHere. Let me uhâ€¦ getâ€¦ uhâ€¦ Excuse me.â€ť He leaned over and put his plate down before reaching past Stacy.
She thought he would grab a napkin. A surprised squeak escaped her mouth when he slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her back.
His hot mouth landed on her skin, followed by his tongue. He licked along her spine, removing the sauce, and sending Stacyâ€™s libido into overdrive.
She nibbled her bottom lip as he trailed his mouth to the edge of her dress, making tiny flicks of his tongue at the top of the crack of her ass. She wiggled to invite him to go lower. Deeper. She wanted to feel his tongue on her rim.
He said in a husky voice, feathering his breath across the upper curve of her ass, â€śI think I got it all, but Iâ€™d better check to be sure. You donâ€™t want to be sticky.â€ť
â€śNo, I donâ€™t.â€ť
Cupping her hips, he slipped his tongue beneath her dress to dance against her tailbone.
Stacyâ€™s clit throbbed. She wished the man, whoever he was, would stop teasing her. Just yank her dress down and lick her asshole the way she wanted. The way he wanted, if his nibbling licks were any indication.
The man lifted his head and she met his gaze over her shoulder. â€śMaybe you should do it instead.â€ť
Stacy blinked a few times and reality reasserted itself. The man stood with a napkin hovering above her back, wearing a sheepish expression that made him appear younger than he probably was. She snatched the napkin from him and dabbed at the sauce, getting to it right before it touched her dress.
â€śSorry, again.â€ť He retrieved his plate and walked away.
She turned to the table and stuffed the used napkin beneath one of the serving platters. This evening needed to be over sooner rather than later, if she was fantasizing about complete strangers licking her. Or maybe she was projecting. She glanced back toward the head table and found Noah engrossed in conversation with one of his colleagues.
Would he have even noticed some man with his face stuffed between her ass cheeks if it had really happened?