I got her up to my room. The biggest battle of the night, and I was feeling like this was going to be a 'W'.
She looked about as comfortable as a fish out of water, her eyes roaming over the room with wild appreciation. I headed to the bar to pour myself a drink, hoping this one would completely knock out the nerves.
I watched her finger a pair of training gloves before slipping one on over her hand. She was twisting her wrist, back and forth, flexing it to feel it on her skin. The material of my pants tightened. She was a vision, here, now. I could watch her all day, her movements like poetry. Clearing my throat, I tried to shift the workings of my mind. She was in my room. We were alone... and I could see how well she'd filled out from that black dress painted on her.
I let out a l
