Divine Intervention: One Shots

The Dress

The dress was ice blue silk. Halter style, it cascaded down my body like a waterfall, highlighting all of my curves. Curves that he had a hard time keeping his hands off of all night. The touches were mostly innocent. A brush of his fingers across my bare back, a strong hand on my hip as we danced. I knew what would happen once we were home and alone, I had planned for it. The dress didn’t allow for any kind of bra, but the panties were ice blue silk and lace, the stockings were thigh high and nude with little bows at the top. The man liked his wrapping paper and I wasn’t going to deny him that.

The car ride home seemed to take forever. Not one for public displays of affection, his touches were brief and light. He held my hand and kissed my knuckles. His hand brushed my knee. He put an arm around me and gently grazed the side of my breast with the backs of his fingers. I wondered if he was driving himself as crazy as he was driving me. We finally arrived home. He helped me out of the car, tipped the driver, and led us into the house. Once inside the  door, he slipped off his tux jacket, untied his bow tie, and unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt. His focus then shifted to me.  He crossed the floor to me in a few long steps and knelt in front of me. He unfastened the tiny buckle on my left shoe and slid it off of my foot. He repeated the action with the right. 

He stood up and pulled me into his arms and kissed me until we were both breathless. With one hand at the small of my back he slid the other up to the back of my head and released the clip holding my hair up. He tossed it to the side and wasted no time tangling those fingers into the tumbling curls. He pulled away to catch his breath. 

Finding my eyes, he whispered, “You are so beautiful.” 

Unable to resist, I giggled, “Have you looked in a mirror lately?” 

He smiled and claimed my lips again. Not breaking the kiss, he walked us down the hallway to the bedroom. He stopped us in front of the full length mirror on the closet door and flipped on the light. He stood looking into the mirror and turned me so that my back was up against his chest. 

“The woman in that mirror, is the most beautiful woman that I have ever seen.” He placed his lips just behind my left ear and nibbled his way to the back of my neck. He brushed my hair so it all fell over one shoulder. He unfastened the clasp there and let the top of the dress fall, revealing the top half of my body. He placed his hands on my shoulders and slid them down my arms and my sides. He brought them up and gently cupped my breasts while he leaned forward and nibbled my neck where it met my shoulder. He looked up again. 

“Your skin is so radiant that it glows as if it were lit from within.”  His nimble fingers found the zipper at the back of the dress and slid it slowly down, allowing the dress to puddle at my feet. He pulled my hair back over my shoulder with his left hand, while his right slid back down my body. His fingers danced across my belly as if they were strumming the strings of his guitar. His lips were on the shell of my ear whispering, “My hands were made for worshipping this beautiful, soft skin.” 

He turned me to face him. “Don’t ever doubt your beauty. You are stunning.” He kissed me and guided me to the edge of the bed and lifted me onto it. I finished unbuttoning his shirt and pushed it off of his shoulders and down his arms. I trailed my fingers back across his chest and tangled them in the dense hair there. I slid them down his belly and unfastened his pants. I pushed them down over his hips and they fell to the floor. He got down on his knees and kissed the skin just above my stockings. He curled his fingertips in the top of the right one and slowly rolled it away, laying soft kisses on the skin as he revealed it all the way to the bottom of my foot. He repeated the action with the left. 

He pulled off his socks and climbed up on the bed pushing me up towards the pillows. He put his hands on either side of my face and kissed me tenderly, laying me back. His lips trailed across my jaw and down my neck. His beard tickled the tender skin of my breasts as he made his way across my chest. He caught my nipple with his mouth and teased it gently with his teeth and tongue. He took care in making sure to pay the same attention to the other one. He kissed his way down my belly and laid a gentle kiss right above the waistband of my panties. He looked up my body to meet my eyes. I saw the liquid pools of need there, knowing they reflected my own. I nodded gently. He gripped the waistband and slid them over my hips and down my legs. He nibbled up the inside of my thigh as he brushed my core with his index finger. I couldn’t stop the moans that tumbled out of me. He replaced his finger with his tongue and my moans became his name. He hummed into me and almost sent me over the edge. 

He kissed his way back up my body to my lips. I hooked my toes into the waistband of his boxer briefs and pushed them down his thighs. He broke the kiss long enough to pull his underwear the rest of the way off. He held my chin in his hand. “You are so beautiful and precious to me. Thank you for letting me be the one who gets to love you.” He lined himself up at my entrance and slowly slid into place.