My gaze locked on to his. Shivers broke across my spine and fluttered down my arms. The gentle hum of voices in the room drifted away and the lights seemed to dim, enhancing his presence to god-like proportions.
His chair creaked as he rose and my heart skipped a beat with it. His nimble fingers fastened the final button on his suit as he sauntered toward me, his eyes never leaving mine. I imagined them dancing across my naked skin.
I was sure the others could see, could feel, the sparks that lined the air of his path.
I licked my lips as he closed the distance between us. His pants pulled against the outline of his cock with every step.
Oh, what I would do with that.
My mouth salivated at the thought of having him between my lips and on my tongue. I could already taste the saltiness of him, feel the strength of him as he slid his length down my throat. I could feel his hands brush through my hair, gently at first, then firmly to brace against me as his thrusts grew harder, faster, and more desperate. Like only I could satisfy his need for release.