“I'd like there to be a next time.”
Standing up, I take her hand and start to pull her into the crowd of dancers. “Nothing worthwhile comes easy.”
“Where are we going?” she asks.
“To dance. You do dance, right?” Holding her fingers, I spin her in a circle, and pull her into my chest.
Her tits press against me as she inhales a deep breath. Grabbing her wrist, I lift her arms up and wrap them around my neck. Trailing the tips of my fingers down over the back of her arms, I slip my hands around her waist.
She feels good here, so close to me.
Swaying my hips, I take the lead. She seems a little hesitant, reserved, her body slightly stiff. I'm not sure if it's because she doesn't like to dance, or if it's because of me. I was a dick to her the first time we met. And I regret it wholeheartedly.
Gliding my hands up her back, I roll my body against hers. Heather starts to move with me. I feel the tension leave her muscles as my knee slips between her legs and she grinds against me.
The music is pumping through the speakers. The bass is so loud my chest is vibrating. The air is hot, and sweat is starting to trickle down the back of my neck. There are people all around us, but I don't see anyone else but her.
She's beautiful.
Looking up at me, she slides her hands down my chest and across my abs. Spinning her body in my arms, she lifts her hand into my hair and teases the roots. Pushing her ass against the bulge in my pants, she drops her body forward, touching her toes.
Whipping her head back to look at me, her hair falls, framing her face. She's so fucking gorgeous. Lowering her lids seductively, she nibbles on her bottom lip. Pressing her back against my chest, she slips her arm around my neck.
My hands run down her ribs, grazing the outside of her tits. Curling my hands around her stomach, I lower my face to her neck. We dance like this for two songs; close, our bodies touching and rubbing. Our cheeks resting against each other, our lips close, but never crossing the small space between them.
I'm fucking hard, and I'm sure she can feel it. She keeps pressing her ass into the bulge in my pants and sliding up and down.
Slipping my hand under her chin, I hold her head in my hand and whisper into her ear. “I'm really fucking turned on right on now. Can you feel it? Can you feel what you do to me?”
Heather grins, spinning on her heels so she's facing me. With slow precision she slips her hand down my stomach and cups my cock. “You mean this?” Squeezing my dick in my pants, she licks her lips. “Of course I can feel it, it's been poking me since we started dancing.”
She's looking up at me, her lips glistening. I want to kiss her. Fuck, I want to kiss her so goddamn bad. Smiling, Heather runs the tip of her tongue across her teeth and tilts her head.
I can't stop myself. I'm in motion before I even realize what I'm doing.
Capturing her face in my hands, I kiss her hard and fast. She inhales a shallow breath in surprise. She's stiff for a single second, and I start to question if I crossed a line.
And then she changes, opening her mouth, and kissing me back. Her hands come up and hold my wrists as our tongues move to a dance of their own.
She tastes so fucking good. Sweet. Tender. Delicate and rough all in one kiss.
Breaking free, Heather peers up at me as she takes in ragged breaths of air. She touches the pads of her fingers to her lips, locking her eyes on mine.
“Take me, take me right now,” she says, her voice so low I almost don't hear her.
Looking around, I take her hand, dragging her to the small hallway beside the bar. Shoving the bathroom door open, I pull her in, and lock the door behind us.
“I need you. Fuck, I need you so bad.” My lips are on hers before I even finish the last word.
I'm so fucking turned on it hurts. My dick is throbbing, pulsing so violently I can't ignore it. Heather wraps her arms around my neck, kissing me back wildly. Our tongues are licking and swirling, tangling up like a knot.
With my hands around her face, I walk her backwards until she hits the wall. “Fuck, you're so damn beautiful,” I say into our kiss. “You make me so fucking hard.”
She moans in answer, running her hands through my hair, and tugging at my roots. “I'm so wet.”
Grunting, I curl my hands under her ass and lift her off her feet. Pushing her back into the wall, I hold her in place. But we never stop kissing. I don't want to; I need her right where she is.