Her grip tightens at my nape, drawing my head forward so that her lips are at my ear.
Her whispered breath is warm and sultry. “And yet here you are. I knew you’d come, but you made me wait.”
“You sure are full of yourself, aren’t you?”
“Only when I know what I want.”
Those seven little words shoot straight to my dick, which grows heavy and solid against my zipper. As if she knows her effect on my body, Kady presses into my frame and moves in time with the beat of the music. The EDM song is familiar, some mashup of a DJ track with a popular pop song, and it’s about losing yourself in someone tonight. That’s exactly what we’re doing.
I’m finally letting go – ready to lose myself in Kady.
Sensation washes over me as I allow my eyes to close, letting the music and Kady’s body heat take over. It’s been so long since I’ve enjoyed this type of sexual build-up.
My imagination has been at creative capacity over this thing with Kady; stirring my blood like nothing else. There’s only one word to describe everything we’ve done and shared the last two days: foreplay. The easy banter we’ve exchanged. The risqué encounters. And now the intense physical connection between us as our bodies move in time with one another. It’s built an unstoppable magnetic force, charging between us.
The song ends too soon and a more upbeat, funky tune begins to play. This one I do know. A remix of Ellie Goulding’s big hit,Lights. People jump and swirl around us, arms flung in the air, strobe lights penetrating through the darkness to provide clips of their dance moves. When the light glides over Kady’s face, it creates a prism of sparkle, illuminating the vivacity of her smile.
My feet have stopped, as do hers, and our eyes connect. Hungry and needy; ready. I’m not going to hesitate this time or waste this moment. I’m ready to throw caution to the wind and make my move, damn the consequences.
Her lips part and the tip of her sweet tongue makes an appearance, licking at her bottom lip. I inhale a deep breath and don’t wait another second.
I grab the nape of her neck, which is sticky from the humid club, and I grasp her tight in my grip. Her smile is replaced with an O as I lean down and take possession of her eager mouth.
I let loose a torrent of lust that’s been pent up for days. I don’t hold back. This kiss isn’t like the one at the armory earlier. That one was an inquiry. A brief, introductory test.
This kiss has illustrated purpose. A drive to finish what had already been started, but left to simmer on the back burner. This one is the light of a match to ignite the blaze.
Even in her high heeled sandals, there’s a severe and mismatched height difference. Kady is small and petite to my giant-sized stature. My hands land underneath her ass to cup her tight cheeks, pulling her up off her feet so they dangle above the floor, as her gasp of surprise leaves her lips.
Kady tastes of oranges and succulent red wine. Flavorful and sweet; fruity and tangy. I want to devour her.Peel back the layers and get to the deliciously honeyed interior. Kady’s fingers slide through my hair, gripping the short pieces into her grasp with just enough pain to arouse and punish.
Our tongues fight for dominance, but I don’t let up. I stake my claim with my lips, my tongue, my hands.She’s delicate, but has a determination within her that erupts into a strength I’ve never seen from a girl.Kady is both the rose and the thorn – a beautiful contradiction.
There’s a song change, which I barely notice, as bodies crowd around us, bumping and butting for space. The heat between our bodies is a raging inferno and I know that the flames won’t easily be extinguished. At least not out here in the presence of strangers.
I pull back to stare down into her face. A shock of freckles dots the tip of her nose and her long eyelashes flutter in question. Or firm realization.
“Let’s get out of here,” I demand. It’s not a request. I’m not asking so she’s not denying.
She nods imperceptibly as she slides out of my hands down to the floor. The friction from the movement rubs against my erection and I bite my lip to control myself.
I grab for her hand to pull her toward the table, but I feel the tug of resistance. Turning to face her, she gives me a sly smirk, one of her bare shoulders lifting in refusal.
“What if I’m not done dancing?”
“Oh, you’re done,” I confirm, gesturing around us. “At least out here.”
She laughs sensually when I wrap my palms around her dainty waist and lift her over my shoulder in a fireman’s hold, striding confidently toward the table we vacated.
Luca is there with two women who are laughing and preening at his flirtatious comments. He looks up at the two us, his eyebrows lifted in amusement.
“You are leaving, si? Arrivederci,” he wraps his arms around the shoulders of the girls, who giggle and begin to kiss at his neck from both sides. Luca winks suggestively. “Sesso sicuro, mio amicos.”
I snicker at his comment. “Grazie, Luca. Ciao.”
Kady lifts her head and gives a wave of goodbye to Luca. “Ciao, Luca.”
I set her down on her feet and we walk out of the dark club and into the even darker evening, filled with dark and dirty possibilities.
