She feels his meaty hands on her hips as he stands behind her. She sets the glass on the table, frozen in nervousness. His cock is rising in his slacks behind her, and she is aware of how he is planning to use her, even with her consent. The moment hangs heavy as she waits for his next move. It comes in the form of an impossibly soft kiss on the nape of her neck, at the edge of the shirt. Her eyes close as she feels the cold shock start to thaw into that familiar warmth in her belly, that moves further down between her legs. She lets a soft moan escape her lips. She practically drops the bottle of wine. Her knees go weak and she feels herself nearly collapse into him. She raises an arm and places her hand on his head while he kisses her neck. She moves her head slightly, allowing her cheek to rub against him. Nudging him. Hinting.
Source:
Chilli Vanilla