The third book in the Getting Together Series.
John and Terri have been through more up and downs than your average weight machine but now they are getting married, or they should be. But as the cake doesn't arrive, the father of the bride is stuck in Spain and the all important wedding dress doesn't fit it seems that the special day may not go ahead at all but John isn't willing to let a few problems stop him marrying the girl of his dreams. They overcame the odds and their own self confidence problems to become a couple in the first place, nothing is going to stop this perfect couple from getting together, we hope!
‘See you upstairs in ten minutes then.’
I winked then walked away from him swinging my hips.
I got upstairs and wondered what the hell I was going to do. I mean, I knew we would have sex, but I didn’t know what to do with myself until he came into the bedroom.
I don’t have much in the way of lingerie. I’m not one for lounging around the house scantily clad and I can never find anything I feel comfortable in. However, I did have some nice underwear so I changed into my favourite purple satin set and draped myself across the bed. Then I decided I looked daft and tried sitting on the end of the bed but I couldn’t get comfortable doing that either.
I was just not comfortable sitting around nearly nude waiting for my lover. I knew it was stupid to still be worried about what he thought of my body but I was. In the heat of the moment I was fine but whenever I got time to think about it I’d get a little panicky.
I didn’t know what to do so I stood up and walked over to the CD player on the cupboard. I flicked it on. Music is soothing and a little background noise definitely made me feel more relaxed.
‘Oooh, are you going to dance for me?’
I looked round. I hadn’t heard the door open but there stood John.
‘You want me to dance for you?’
‘Mmm, yes, that would be very nice indeed,’ he replied and sat down on the end of the bed.
‘I always enjoy watching your body moving when we’re at the gym but this, this will be even better. You’re more naked for a start.’
Well, with a build up like that I could hardly disappoint the boy could I? I focused in on the deep throbbing bass of the song on the radio and started to move my hips tentatively from one side to the other. I still had my back to him but his audible moans let me know he enjoyed the sight.
As I got more confident I put more of my body into the movements. I swayed left and right and lifted and dropped my shoulders in time. I slowly danced around in a circle ‘til I was facing him. His eyes were greedily flicking up and down my body absorbing every wobble and jiggle of my curves.
I liked it. I know, considering my reluctance to show flesh it was crazy, but I felt so powerful swaying for him. I moved forward, I wanted to get closer and closer to him. I felt his gaze caressing me like the gentle brush of satin on skin. I was electrified and I loved how he couldn’t take his eyes off me. He wanted me. Every time he’d look up to my face I would see the lust in the widened pupils of his eyes. He was desperate to fuck me.
I moved closer and closer until he spread his thighs and I was dancing right there in front of him. John’s hands clasped my hips and I swayed against them. I reached out and drew my fingers down the sides of his face then cupped his head in my hands and tilted it back until he looked into my eyes. I smiled wickedly and reached one hand up to the clip holding up my hair. I whipped it out and swished my head from side to side.
His hands ran down from my hips to plaster themselves onto my arse. I started to circle my hips. I pushed my bottom into his hands then pulled it forward again. I loved teasing him and especially adored the moans and groans and the exclamations of lust that simply popped from his mouth every now and then.
I felt like a star. I was the centre of attention and I wanted to feel his gaze on all of me. I reached behind my back as I rolled my pelvis around and unclipped my bra. I rocked my shoulders side to side then wriggled them about until the straps slipped down my arms.
‘Oh hell, yes.’ He moaned as the material fell away from my chest and allowed my breasts to swing free. They bounced and jiggled as I threw the bra away. I tried a shimmy, just a gentle one, for fear of knocking him spark out with a flying boob, and was more than satisfied by the results. He pushed his head forward and buried his face in my chest.
I laughed, a carefree sound that was more snort than lady-like tinkle, which made him shake his head from side to side causing his hair and stubble to tickle my skin, which made me giggle all the more.
And then I was no longer dancing. I was just desperately pressing into him. I wanted to feel his lips and hands all over me. I wanted him naked. I pulled at the buttons on his shirt and shifted my hands onto his chest as it was revealed. I didn’t care if I ripped his clothes, I didn’t care if buttons pinged across the room I just needed him naked and I needed him inside me.