Terry - Anticipation

Anticipation

“Nervous?” he asked, shifting in his seat, his right hand coming to rest on the inside of her knee.

“What, that you won’t be able to control yourself?” she giggled, guiding his hand a little further up her inner thigh.

            He shifted his eyes off the road for just a second, licking his lips at the sight of his hand partially hidden by the hem of her white Christian Dior dress.

“I’ll be fine, you should probably worry about yourself,” a sexy smirk curled one side of his mouth and his hand glided just a bit higher.

            Kerry’s breathing quickened, her heart a hastened thud in her chest. Her skin tingled under his large, firm hand and she focused on his profile, chiseled chin, a mouth that lit her skin ablaze, that spot below his ear she knew drove him insane when she kissed it. The air hung heavy between them, his fingers creeping closer to the top of her thigh, her hand itching to touch his muscular leg.

            Tony quivered when her petite hand perched lightly on his thigh, his hand retreating somewhat.

“I wish we didn’t have to do this thing,” he sighed in reference to the fall preview panel for Scandal. He glanced in her direction to gauge her reaction.

            She appeared unfazed as she watched their destination come into view. They slowed to a halt and she angled herself towards him, her right hand circling the wrist of the hand that heated her leg. He looked from her face to their joined hands and back, a perplexed expression settling over his features.

“I wish we didn’t have to do this either,” she drew his hand closer to the apex of her thigh as she spoke, “but at least you have something to look forward to.”

            Jackpot, he thought when he felt the satiny warm skin between her thighs. Then his head whirred as realization clicked in his mind. He was touching her, actually touching her, no fabric between his hand and the most intimate part of her. The temperature in the car rapidly soared and he struggled to keep his breathing under control, a low groan escaping from deep in his throat when she dragged his fingers through her damp folds.

“Aren’t you going to open the door for me?” her tone was husky, her chestnut eyes holding his slate grey.

            Tony willed his mouth to move, trying to force the air held captive in his lungs, swallowing past the lump that hung thick in his throat, “You’re not…..not wearing…..” he stammered, voice cracking, “You’re not wearing any panties.”

“I dare you to think of anything else,” she touched her lips to his cheek then scraped her nails over his nape, her breath gliding over his ear, “I’m so hot for you.”

            He groaned and tugged his hands through his hair before abruptly pushing the car door open and trying to focus on anything other than the woman who walked several strides in front of him.

            Tony ran through their plan in his head, keep a respectable distance, no extended eye contact, simple answers to any questions about Kerry. Easier said than done, he thought.

            Kerry slowed, allowing him to gain a step on her. She was in tuned to the fall of his footsteps, the sound of his breathing, the heat radiating from him. Would it be so awful if she peeked back at him? Would anyone catch a photo of her appreciating the view of the man who was causing the slow burn in the pit of her stomach? She fought the urge, keeping her eyes trained forward.

            Photographers and interviewers vied for their attention, a drone that underscored the thrum of sexual tension between them. He had the perfect view of her ass, how her dress fell just above her knee, what he knew wasn’t underneath.  She stopped, beckoning him towards her for a picture.

“You smell amazing,” her words quickened his pulse as he plastered on his best smile and prayed no one heard her.

            They turned, smiling in the general direction of the cameras, and she felt his hand skim agonizingly down her back, stopping just above her rear end. Kerry knew this was payback, for her comment and not wearing panties, and it meant war.

            Tony’s smile took on a knowing nuance when her buttocks clenched, his pinky just floating over the top of her ass. She was hell bent on driving him insane with desire, he would do his best to return the favor. He wanted her begging by the time the evening was over, primed and ready for him, barely able to make it away from prying eyes before she was all over him. So many people only knew the professional pretense she offered, none knew that she was far from tame in bed, not shy to tell him what she liked and how she liked it, the small kinks that sent her spiraling over the edge. It was their little secret.

“Do you know how easy it would be for me to….” his voice trailed off, his warm breath caressing her ear.

“Stop.”

            Though she tried to sound stern he knew that part of her statement was a strategy to save herself from further torment. He heeded her request but allowed his palm to inch lower onto her firm ass. When Tony’s hand finally left her back Kerry whined softly, immediately missing the contact. She hesitated, preoccupied with things that had nothing to do with where she was or the job at hand. Focus, she silently chided herself before plastering a smile on her face and stepping towards a reporter to be interviewed.

            The cast stood chatting as they waited to be announced for the panel. Kerry talked with Columbus, watching Tony laugh with Jeff out of the corner of her eye. She shifted from one foot to the other, wishing she could catch his gaze for just a second.

“I’m gonna grab a water, can I get you something?” Columbus asked, drawing her attention back to him with a touch to her arm.

“No thanks,” she smiled, holding up the bottle of water she held in her left hand. She watched him walk away, mulling over what she planned to say during the panel.

“Do I look okay?” his voice and how close his chest was to her back sent a fresh wave of desire washing over her. The heat was only intensified when his fingertips touched the skin just below where the sleeve of her dress fell on her arm.

            She turned into him, his fingers gliding along her waist as she spun. Her hands smoothed over the front of his shirt, a perfect excuse to touch the firm muscles of his chest. Tony’s breathing quickened when her nails dragged over where his nipples peaked beneath the cotton.

“Maybe undo one more button,” Kerry suggested, her fingers nimbly unfastening his shirt, “Show off a little of what’s underneath.”

“God I want to kiss you,” he struggled not to move his hand to her jaw or press his fingers into her hair.

            Kerry licked her lips and he wondered for a second if it was meant as an invitation, “Patience,” she whispered.

            Tony opened his mouth to answer but they were drawn back to their surroundings by the announcement of Jeff’s name.

“You’re next,” Kerry smiled, “If you get nervous just remember I’m not wearing any panties.”

            His mouth went instantly dry, his cheeks ruddy but before he could form a response he heard his name and the agonizing tension was broken. The public façade fell into place and he walked onstage, taking his seat next to Jeff. Tony sighed, feeling more comfortable than he had since they arrived. There was no way she could torture him in front of a live audience without someone noticing, and she wouldn’t risk that.

            Kerry heard her name and pasted on her own “on” smile before striding in the direction of her seat. Climbing the steps to the stage her eyes met Tony’s and she was overcome by just how handsome he was. His easy smile, the way he relaxed back in his seat, blue eyes that bore into her with appetite and intensity. Before she realized it she was playfully sauntering in his direction and taking her seat beside him.

            Almost imperceptible to the audience was the way Tony’s gaze skimmed her back before she took her seat. She was so close, near enough that all it would take would be a slightly outstretched hand. Her perfume reminded him of when she was still wet from her shower, she would sit in her robe and smooth lotion over her slender legs, then a small mist of perfume before getting dressed. He loved to watch her get ready for her day but even better was unwrapping the package at the end of the day.

“You’re staring,” it was nearly inaudible.

“You’re stunning,” he returned in a hush as Katie walked past them to her seat.

            The remainder of the panel was quick longing glances and seemingly incidental touches. He’d watch the hem of her dress ride higher on her thigh, his mouth watering at the thought of her bareness beneath. She squirmed slightly in her seat when he gestured with his hands, his long fingers and broad palms, all built to drive her to madness.

            Kerry squeezed her thighs tightly together when Tony’s leg gently brushed against her bare calf. Suddenly the room felt stuffy, her skin heated, every inch of her tuned into his every move. She could feel the warmth of his breath when he spoke in her direction and several times their arms managed to touch, sending her heart rate soaring anew.

            Both Tony and Kerry did their best to appear engaged in the discussions around them but there was no way either could concentrate on anything other than their heartbeats pounding in their ears, the tension that enveloped them, and just how long it would be until they could surrender to their urges. She watched his shirt gape slightly, the buttons straining over his broad torso, and she unconsciously licked her lips. He checked his watch, time seemed to be standing still. While the audience members asked questions about Twitter and the impact of fan feedback Tony watched Kerry. While Columbus and Katie laughed about their reasons for joining social media, Kerry kept Tony in view. His shirt, her skirt, his arms, her legs, a game of cat and mouse they wouldn’t be able to maintain much longer.

            Finally, after a discussion about the pacing of the show and the formula for successful TV, came welcome applause. Kerry scrunched her nose in Tony’s direction as they both clapped along with their cast mates and he winked at her in return and mouthed “I love you” drawing a blush from her.

            As soon as they were off-stage he was grabbing her hand, pulling her with him in search of somewhere, anywhere, he could be alone with her.

            She struggled to keep pace with him, losing her breath in the rush for seclusion.

“Tony,” she giggled. “Where are we going?”

            He didn’t answer, wholly focused on his goal, trying door after door until ultimately finding a knob that turned and pulling her inside.

“A closet? Honestly?” Kerry’s hands were on her hips. But the stormy grey brewing in his eyes told her she wasn’t going to get an answer. His hands were on her then, running up the outsides of her thighs, cupping her bare ass as he angled his mouth against hers. His mouth was rough, demanding, mimicking the ruthless movements of his hands below. He was soothing his need for her, dousing the flames that lashed in his belly, claiming her.

“You taste as good as you look,” his teeth sunk lightly into the flesh of her left shoulder, tracing the mark they left with the tip of his tongue.

            Her answer came out in the form of an approving moan and suddenly it didn’t matter whether they were in bed or a broom closet, she wanted him.

‘Oh god Tony,” it came out on a sigh when he repositioned his hands for better access to her. Then he was dropping to his knees, pushing up her skirt, hands raising goose bumps on her sweltering flesh.

“Mmmm….” A low throaty sound before his mouth was on her, tongue submerged in her wetness, nose nudging her clit as his mouth moved over her.

            Her hands were in his curls then stroking over her abdomen and up to cup her breasts as she ascended higher. Her teeth dug into her bottom lip, suppressing the moan that sat ripe on her tongue. Taking mercy on her reddened, swollen lip she let her mouth fall open and his name tumbled out on a sigh.

            His tongue tracked through her folds, dipping into her, teasing, tasting, enticing. As he drove her closer to the edge her hands found his hair, tugging gently, coaxing him where she needed him. When he replaced his thrusting tongue with two thick fingers, Tony sensed her impending climax, the way she dug her nails into his scalp, the hurried cadence of her breathing. Just as her breath caught at her peak he abruptly pulled his mouth from her, his fingers sliding from her.

“Tony,” she sounded exasperated looking down at his sodden mouth and chin incredulously.

“Kerry,” he stood, pulling her mouth to his and pressing his tongue between her lips.

            She could smell herself on him, taste herself on his damp mouth. She teetered precariously on the edge, knowing that a single brush of his hand would nudge her into bliss, and she wanted it.

“I….I’m so….so close….” she stuttered between open mouth kisses, sheer frustration marring her features.

            He looked triumphant, “Now you know how I’ve felt for hours.”