Page 26 of Owned By Frank
I roll my eyes at the commentary, this dude is so impatient that even I get nervous.
- Stop it Dante, she's a girl. Girls take so long. Besides, my fiancée must look beautiful.
This time it is he who rolls his eyes.
- Cut the crap. Have you noticed what time it is? - she says, shaking her hair with her fingers.
- All right! I'll go get her! - I'll go snorting.
I climb the stairs at a fast pace, almost running. I hold my coat in my hand and continue until I reach the second floor.
I reach the door to his room and open it.
She backs away from the scare and I open my eyes like a plate. She looks fucking beautiful!
The dress fits perfectly on her body and lets me admire her beautiful curves. Her long bare legs make me quite nervous, the high heels put her almost at my height. Her crimson red lips tempt me to bite them and not to mention those beautiful eyes, they are bewitching.
She shows me a mocking smile and I do nothing but pretend to cough until I get close to her.
- Do you like what you see? - she asks seductively.
I look at her over and over again from head to toe and I'm afraid that I'll see myself drooling over her. I have to control myself if I don't want to do something stupid with her right now!
- You are beautiful - I admit taking her hand and placing a slight kiss on her back.
I notice how his cheeks turn red and that makes the restlessness in me increase.
She takes her hand slowly away and looks at herself in the big mirror next to the window.
- I don't know exactly how I should leave it - she says with embarrassment.
I try to understand what she means, until hits me. I smile slightly at her and approach her.
I take all her hair in both hands and with a little difficulty make a simple messy bun.
With a free hand I take out the comb I had been saving to give it to her. Then I continue with my work until it is ready.
She helps me and fixes her hair with her hands while she pulls out some locks that extend across her beautiful face.
We both look at each other through the mirror. Our glances are so intense that to cut through the awkward moment I give myself the freedom to make way between her waist.
She doesn't protest, instead she is dedicated to watching every step I take. With both hands I hold her by the hips and draw her towards me. She lets out a moan of fright at such an action. With one hand I caress her face and with the other I hold her tightly.
My fingers caress her cheeks and pull back a lock of her hair to let her beauty be seen even more.
- The most beautiful women are those who wear their hair up, it makes them look more beautiful and let their beautiful face be seen even more...
Her gaze eats me up. The depths of her eyes make me restless and anxious.
Then I don't wait any longer and I turn it around so that we are both face to face. She puts her hands on my chest and I bring mine to her hips.
Then we entered again into that combat of disturbing and exciting looks.
I open my eyes in amazement when she caresses my cheeks with both hands.
The sensation is pleasant I notice with more depth the delicate skin that this beautiful girl possesses.
Our noses rub together and our lips warn of coming together. Both touch lightly while our breaths are shaken. I plan to kiss her, that is what I want to do right now, to taste her desirable lips.