I'm not sure how it started but it started on the dance floor. I was shimmying along with everybody else when these gorgeous green eyes caught me. His smile ensnared me, drew me into his rhythm, left me no other choice but to smile back and move into him, with him.
His hand rested on my hip, subtly guiding my moves, guiding me closer to him. He leaned in to tell me his name, Jake, and stayed, breathing me in until I told him mine, Brynna. He took my hand in his, pressed it to his chest where I could feel his heat, his thumping heart.
Our bodies found a rhythm of moving together with the Latin beat that shot sparks. Hands were gliding lightly over heated skin, stroking easily over clothing, through hair. Eyes spoke and bodies answered. My hands slid over his shoulders, trailing through the hair at his nape, letting my breasts plump and press against his hard chest. He kept one hand at my hip, keeping me where he could rub his growing hard on into my lower belly.
Gazing mesmerized into those smoky green eyes, I watched, amused, as he leaned in, finally, to press those full succulent lips to mine. Tasting me, savoring me slowly, delicately, sensuously. His tongue gently tracing along my lip, teasing my tongue into playing. I felt the rhythm change, slow, felt his hand slide up to cup my jaw, draw me tight against him, his heat.
Grinding tightly together, our hands stroking, searching passionately to possess, to enthrall. I heard walls crashing inside me as he made love to my mouth, my romantic heart. I felt him spin us slowly, his hand sliding down from my shoulder to my ass, always pulling me tighter to him. He slid between my legs, wrapping one around his waist, igniting a blazing heat in my cunt with every grind. Hotter our dancing became until it became foreplay.
His eyes blazed with lust barely held in check, awakening me from that delicious haze, that addicting knife edge of anticipation.
"C'mon." He growled, dancing our way through the crowded bar.
Outside, the air felt like cool silk on my skin as he danced me to a large black truck. He spun me gently against the passenger door, his mouth a scant breath away. His hands traveled possessively over my body, kneading my ass as he ground into my heat, rising to cup and caress my hard nipples through the silk of my bra.
His mouth relentlessly roving, savoring with gentle sucklings and nibbles, from just under my earlobe to my aching nipples. Clutching at him as my body writhed and squirmed in his hands, gasping and groaning as he drove me higher, into a blazing pyre of need. Need to feel him sheathing that rock hard cock inside me, pound the ever loving fury through me until I couldn't...didn't want to move....ever.
I felt him lift me onto the passenger seat. I know I blinked dazedly, feeling his heat fading as he shut the door. I watched as he rounded the hood, his eyes fixed on mine. I felt my mouth become the Sahara, felt a restless, violent need whipping through me as he climbed into the driver's seat. I sat, watching quietly as he started the diesel and drove from the lot.
His sound system was pumping out more of that Latin flavored beat that caught me up in it, made me move with it. At a red light, he watched smiling as I seat danced, seductively too, over the bench seat to snuggle beside, into him. His smile grew pleased as I leaned in to kiss him, to let my hand explore from his knee higher.
An angry horn behind us broke our lip lock but not the rising heat between us. I let my fingers stroke and pet his trapped swollen monster through the cotton of his Dockers. I traced around his ridges making him groan.
Two turns, three, seven, I don't know. I was paying more attention to the man beside me, who had his hand sliding slowly up the inside of my thigh. I glanced up admiring his presence. His long, dark auburn hair ruffling in the breeze from the window. His face a sculpture of masculinity. Strong cheek bones, an almost straight nose with a slight uptilt at the tip, a bold, solid jawline that dipped into a slight dimple in his chin. Again that grin flashed when he pulled into a parking garage and found a spot.
He danced me to the elevator, spinning me until I was dizzy and breathless, dipping me deeply to kiss me brainless, pressed tight between him and the wall. He purred as he threaded his fingers through my long hair, pulling gently, trailed down over my bare shoulder to stroke his rough palm over my rock hard nipple. My brain raced, surfed through all these sensations while my body reveled in them. Every skim of his fingertips. Every hot melting of his mouth.
I felt him shuffle us into the car, barely hearing the doors close over our harsh breathing. Soft long moans as he slid his fingers under the hem of my shorts, teasing along my slit. He wrapped my leg around his waist to ease his access, holding me against the paneled wall while his hips humped his cock into my damp heat. Writhing against his hardness just as urgently as he was humping me, as I clutched and grabbed at him, aching to feel his skin on mine, to taste it.
A soft cough distracted us long enough to realize the car had stopped, the doors opened. We disentangled, barely glancing at the elderly couple as we passed. In a blink we were at his door. I could almost see the ferocious animal inside him when his eyes met mine, felt my own raging beastie may have met its match, felt the excitement, the anticipation zinging through my veins.
He slid his card in, opened the door and led me in, flicking the lights on.
"Hotel rooms are a maze to me." He said gazing hungrily at my mouth. His hands slid back around my waist and under the hem of my shirt, skimming up over my ribs, blazing trails of sensuosity. My body moved willingly into his.
Needing to feel his skin, I pulled his shirt from his pants, sliding my hands around him to his back with a pleased purr. "Like that?" I heard him growl.
"Yes...mmm, more." I growled back, pulling it over his head, my eyes feasting on the gorgeously bronzed skin, the muscular torso, the almost flat belly, all lightly dusted with fur, arrowing down into his pants. Greedily I ran my fingertips over him, molding my palms to his pecs, rubbing them over his hardening nipples.
I felt myself shrugging my shirt off, felt his fingertips trailing my bra straps down and off with an impatient flick of my wrist. I felt his grin against my throat. I latched my mouth to his throat, tasting his virility, his heat. His fingers slid into the jean shorts I wore, sliding them over my hips to drop to the floor.
I raced my fingers over his belly, finding and flipping open his belt, the catch on his Dockers and opened his pants. Inside I found him hard, throbbing and commando. I know I groaned into his mouth when I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, feeling him pulsate in my fist. His fingers made short work of my excuse for panties and slid into my molten hole, making me gasp and groan.
"Come for me." I heard him groan as his fingers plunged in and out, shooting me high and then through the first wild wave. Growling and snarling I rode his fingers until my knees buckled. He lifted me gently and brought me over to the bed, laying me diagonally across the queen mattress, leaning on his elbow beside me, sucking my juices from his fingers. I watched as he sucked first one then the other, a smile dancing in his eyes. "Mmmm, delicious. I want more."
"I want..."
"Name it."
