Loving Cynthia Daily

Chapter 5

Cynthia

A shiver of anticipation ran over my body as I gazed deeply into his captivating green eyes. He had me in his thrall, and if I didn't catch myself, I knew that I would lose all sense of time and place. His hungry gaze was like an animal craving its next meal, and I absorbed the intensity that radiated from him with enthusiasm. My gaze drifted down to his sensual lips. My mind started to wonder - what else could he do with them? The sensation of his kiss still lingered on my hand, and I wondered how it would feel on other parts of my body.

I shake my head as I notice I haven't said a word yet and have been staring at him for quite some time now. My emotions run wild as I try to get to grips with what is happening, surely this can't be right, he was the last person I thought I would be seeing. Taking in his appearance, I can honestly say he was by far the most beautiful man I have ever seen. His voice was strong a deep baritone, powerful and commanding, the type used to take charge. I have no doubt he's used to getting people to do whatever her wanted and was used to getting his way. An image of me pressed up against the wall as he rammed his cock into me flashed through my mind. I press my thighs together the image making feel as though I wanted to jump him right there and then. I exhale slowly to steady my heart rate 'get it to together girl' I inwardly scald myself.

He had thick perfectly shaped eyebrows, a strong square jaw, magnificent steely green eyes framed by thick black eyelashes. Short thick black hair slightly tussled I instantly want to run my hands threw it, dark stubble, plump pink lips and an infectious grin and tanned skin like a golden Greek God. 

His hands were soft but firm with wisps of hair on the backs. He was wearing a white fitted shirt, I could clearly see the outline of his muscles, I didn't need him to take his shirt off to know he had a magnificent physique. I inhaled his scent; it was masculine, with hints of a woody earthy aroma that rolled off him in waves. Swallowing I try to avert my gaze and not look at the prominent bulge in his tailored trousers. 

'Ha umm' the maître d coughed. Crap! I still haven't said anything yet I was still staring at him. Snapping back into reality, embarrassment overtook me. Just looking at him was frying my brain cells I couldn't focus. 

'Hi, Brett, my name is Cynthia, nice to meet you.' I could see him taking me in as much as i did him. He was wearing a dark hooded expression with a glint of humour in his eyes and a smirk on his face. 

Boy was I glad we chose this dress, it showed off all my best assets. It was a burnt orange colour which was a perfect shade to complement my skin, with thick straps and a V cut in the front; paired with strappy heels. I can tell he appreciated it by the way he was looking at me. Looking down at myself I only just noticed he was still holding my hand. 'You look extraordinary tonight, absolutely exquisite' he said pulling me closer to him. 'Um, thank you 'I reply. Gosh if I didn't snap out of this soon God knows what might happen. I was acting like a shy little school girl.

'Right this way' the maître d broke in, leading them to their table.

The room was bathed in warm, golden light from a dozen flickering candles. A solitary pianist played a timeless melody in the corner of the room, and I could feel the heat of the flames on my face. Beyond our windows, the city bustled with life as cars hummed past and people enjoyed their evening strolls. The sight was breathtakingly beautiful.

As he pulled out my chair his smooth but firm hands lingering on my shoulders as he settled me in and then took his seat opposite. His eyes smouldered with intensity as they locked onto mine, the smell of champagne wafting through the air as the maître d filled our glasses. It was as if we were both in a standoff neither one of us wanting to look away and there could only be one who was victorious. I could feel him silently undressing me with his eyes normally I would be creeped out but with him I welcomed the idea, I can feel the heat rising to my face as more images flash threw my mind. I decided to make the first move 'how do you know Marcus?' I ask whilst taking a sip of wine.