Endlessly

Endlessly Part 1. Kevin

Kevin

I watched her from the corner of the room, jealousy burning in my chest. She was dancing around the room with some guy. It didn't matter who, because it wasn't me. Her long black dress that hugged her body in all the right places twirled with her as she spun around, landing gracefully in that bastards arms. My anger bubbled hotter with each second. I started to scoot the chair I was sitting in away from the table in front of me, but I stopped suddenly noticing that smile. Her smile.

I watched intently as her chocolate curls bounced around her as she laughed and danced. Her green eyes seemed to shine with excitement as she moved around the floor. Looking at her, focusing solely on her, calmed me down a bit. Joy started to replace that anger and jealousy as I watched her dance and laugh, and I felt myself smile and even let out a small sigh. If I get to see that smile every day for the rest of my life, I think I would be truly happy.

Then my eyes went back to the guy she was dancing with, and my smile was quickly replaced by a frown. That joy I felt only seconds before gave way to that jealousy and anger again. He had a smug look plastered across his way to handsome face, and his eyes, oh god his eyes, stared at her, undressing her. His thoughts were almost tangible. I could all but see his desire and lust for her. That anger boiled up even higher, hitting that limit. The chair practically flew from under me as I stood again.

My mind screamed at me to leave her be, to let her have her fun, but my body ignored my thoughts completely. I made my way over to my girl, face hot with anger as I pushed past people as politely as I could, making sure not to give myself away. I had to behave myself after all. My feet took me as fast as they could without running.

I momentarily lost sight of her as people danced all around me. I stopped in the middle of the floor and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself. To my luck the music ended and the dance floor cleared as people switched partners or returned to their tables. And then there she was, standing before me, her bright green eyes taking me in. Her dance partner nowhere in sight, lucky for him.

My Melody. Her name described her personality, happy and upbeat like a song. She was never without a smile, and she always wore her heart on her sleeve. Her caring and kind nature was enough to make any man fall for her, and fall for her I had. We had been together for three years now, but I had fallen for her fast and hard. It wasn't just that genuinely caring heart that drew me to her, but a more mischievous side. It was a side that she showed to nobody but me, and she made sure she used it to drive me absolutely crazy as much as possible.

My eyes met with hers again, and I felt my heart pound against my chest. The whole dance floor was ours for the taking. Not a soul dared to dance around us as the music started back up. My eyes traveled the length of her body stopping for a short second on her round breasts that filled that dress entirely too well. I couldn't help but imagine my fingers rolling across her erect nipples. My eyes traveled further to stop on her luscious, full hips, then snapped back up to look her in the eyes again. I took a step forward, and she fallowed my lead, stepping forward as well.

We met and one of my arms snaked around her waist while the other grabbed her hand. We slowly swayed back and forth, but she kept her distance from me. If fixed that in an instant and pressed our bodies together. I bet she didn't know I heard the little gasp she let out when I pressed her close to me.

Our bodies fit perfectly together, molded into one another. I felt the first stirs of arousal and found myself swallowing hard, trying to calm myself. She pressed herself closer, and I couldn't help but to picture her naked, picture us naked. My body above her delicate frame, taking in her beauty. Touching her soft breasts, watching them bounce softly as I move in and out of her, enticing moans of pleasure. I could practically hear her moans increasing in volume as she reaches climax.

As I pulled myself from my fantasy her eyes met mine, and I saw the spark there. That little spark told me she was toying with me tonight. Her dancing with other men, letting them undress her with their eyes, that was all part of her plan to mess with my head. She drove me crazy when she did this, but it always turned me on, making me want her more. It was the thrill of the chase, the teasing back and forth. Once I knew her game, I started my own. I smirked excited what this night was going to bring.