We continued walking up to the other marquee which, like the previous one, was decorated with bouquets of flowers that fell from the ceiling, but underneath it there were many tables arranged for four people as well as for six and eight. Right at the entrance we gave our names and they showed us our table. And it wasn't by chance that we sat together at the same table with Kate and Elliot.
—Hello Christian. — Elliot greeted him smiling.
—What did you think of the dress? —Kate asked, looking at me.
—Do I have to answer you now? —he asked, framing an eyebrow. —Perfect. —he said, looking at me and making me blush once more.
I concentrated on the table decoration to try to keep Christian smiling away from my mind.
The table was decorated with a very fine lace tablecloth, in the middle of the table a beautiful but simple floral arrangement. At one end of the table was an ice bucket and a bottle of champagne. In front of each of us was a set of cutlery and a glass. Little by little all the guests were settling down at the tables. At one end there was a platform where a set played a soft melody. Soon we were asked to open the bottle of champagne for the toast. Christian opened the bottle and filled our glasses. After the godfather's speech congratulating the bride and groom we all raised our glasses, crashed them and then drank the delicious cold champagne. Soon after, they began to serve the buffet, where they placed a plate in front of each one of us. I supposed it was salmon, but I didn't even dare ask what it was.
—It's poached salmon with champagne sauce, grilled asparagus and fingerling potatoes. —Christian answered in my ear as I looked at my plate first and then at him.
—Do you know the name of the food just by looking at it? —I asked him framing an eyebrow.
—No, it says so on the card on the table. —he said as he looked towards the table where on a card he hadn't read it said our menu.
I looked at him again, smiling at him.
—I knew you weren't so clever. —I replied as we both laughed and began to eat.
In the background there was a soft and beautiful melody, the truth was that the food was delicious. Then I felt something on my leg, a warm touch sending hundreds of electric shocks all over my body, making me almost let go of the cutlery on my hands. I looked at Christian who was sitting on my right and he was eating as quietly as if he was doing nothing. With the only difference that he only did it with one hand, the other was hidden under the tablecloth and on my leg without moving. I continued with my food but as soon as I put a bite in my mouth Christian began to gently move his hand on my thigh, making me shudder slightly. Did he think that I would be able to eat something this way? I looked at him again and this time he gave me a very smiling look.
—Is something wrong? —he asked me as he put another bite of food in his mouth.
—Am I supposed to be able to eat like this? —I asked him too short so Kate and Elliot wouldn't listen.
—I don't know what you mean. —he said as he moved his hand higher on my thigh and I began to breathe heavily.
—Please? — I asked him to look at it seriously.
He stared at me and after smiling at me he pulled his hand away from my thigh making me stop feeling the hugging heat of his hand on my leg.
—You started wearing this dress, I hope you know the consequences. —he said as he smiled slightly at me and pulled his hand out from under the table.
So I decided to try to concentrate on the food, although it took a little work. I took a long sip of champagne that began to relax my tense body in the face of Christian's caresses and only then could I continue with the meal. The truth was that I loved it when he touched me. My body had become addicted to the warmth of his body, to his touch. I took another sip of champagne that went down my throat warming my body as Christian's hand had done.
—You shouldn't drink so much. —Christian whispered in my ear. We both know you have very little resistance to alcohol. —he said to me while I looked at him sideways.
—I need to relax. —I answered him while I put the empty glass in front of him and he filled it for me.
The champagne warmed my body little by little and relaxed me completely. The night progressed slowly as the music changed from one song to another and we replaced our glasses with the drinks they prepared at a bar at one end of the room.
—I think we need some daisies. — Kate said to me, smiling.
—No more for me. —I replied.
The truth was that I didn't feel like drinking any more. Drinking was already beginning to alter my senses just as Christian's proximity was. And in those moments I wanted more to feel Christian's lips over mine, warming my skin than alcohol running through my body until I lost consciousness. If I was going to lose consciousness I preferred it to be because of Christian's kisses and caresses. Elliot took Kate to the dance floor to dance to the rhythm of a lively and catchy song and I simply stared at them as they walked away from us to the dance floor.
—Do you want to dance? —at my side, Christian was standing and offering me his hand.
And I didn't have to think twice, I took his hand quickly and he led me to the dance floor. When I got there the music changed to a slow, sensual and romantic. Christian looked at me smiling. He placed his hands on my waist brushing the bare skin of my back, sending hundreds of electric shocks all over my body. He hit me and as I placed my hands on his neck we began to move to the rhythm of the music. We stared at each other without taking our eyes off each other. I could see desire in his gaze, and I wanted it too. In those moments, as our gazes crossed with our faces almost glued to each other what I wanted most was to feel their lips over mine. I could feel again their delicious intoxicating smell and in those moments it was already beginning to affect me. I opened my lips just a little to breathe better and Christian's gaze remained fixed on them. And a second later he was separating the distance between us and kissing me slowly.
His warm and tempting lips felt so good, I had missed his kisses so much. His tongue invaded my rushing mouth causing me to tighten my grip on his neck by lightly pulling his hair, making him moan against my lips. His hands caressed my lower back and one of them was almost on my buttocks. Her fiery touch next to his seductive lips excited me completely. At that time there was nothing else. It was just the two of us, everything was gone; the music, the people. I only listened to the unbridled beats of my heart, our shaken breaths, some groan silenced by him kissing. Nothing mattered in those moments, only that his lips would never leave mine.
—God! I desire you so much in these moments. —he still said against my lips.
—And I want you. — I replied in a sigh with his lips almost glued to mine.
Christian's eyes glued to mine at that moment and he smiled at me slightly.
—I don't need anything else then, come on. —he said as he pulled me off the dance floor.
—Where are we going? —I asked him as he drove towards the exit.
—I can't stand another minute without feeling your body beneath mine. —he said as we drove out to the parking lot and walked towards his car.
The car roared as soon as he put the key in the ignition and turned it. We put on our seat belts and Christian got out of there at full speed. He was driving fast, very fast, I didn't even dare look at the counting miles to see how much he was marking. I just saw the cars passing by like a blurred spot next to us on the other side of the road.
—Are you in a hurry? —I asked him as he looked at me briefly and putting another speed on the rudder fixed his eyes again on the road.
It was the first time I had noticed where the speeds were going. I didn't even know that it had so many speeds, which it was already 5th, or 6th, I had no idea, I just knew that everything passed by us like a blur.
—I need to get there fast. —he said as he continued to stare at the road.
—For something in particular? —I asked him, smiling, although I could already imagine the answer.
—If I don't get to the apartment quickly, I'm going to have to park on one side of the road, because I don't know if I can stand long without touching you. —he said, tightening the rudder tightly and looking briefly at my right leg where he could see the skin from where the opening of the dress began.