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"Hey," I say, my voice low and thick with longing, "you remember that jazz club we passed by earlier?"
Her eyes meet mine, dark and full of secrets, and she nods. "Yeah, why?"
"Let's go back there." The words are barely a whisper, but they hang heavy in the air between us, charged with unspoken promises. As Lisette takes my hand, I can feel the heat of her skin against mine, a fire that ignites something deep within me, and I know that tonight, we will dance to the rhythm of our own hearts.
The jazz club's entrance welcomes us with sultry notes, as if the music itself beckons us inside. The air is thick with the scent of cigarettes and whiskey, a mixture that seems to wrap around me like a lover's embrace. I guide her through the dimly lit room, my hand warm on the small of her back, and she shivers at my touch.
"Care for a dance, cheri?" I murmur, breath hot against her ear.
"Lead the way," she replies, unable to hide the desire in her voice.
I pull her close, our bodies melding together as we sway to the rhythm of the saxophone. My heart races, my pulse pounding in time with the beat. She gazes up at me, and I’m captivated by the glazed look of desire in her eyes. My arm tightens around her, pulling her even closer, and I can feel the heat radiating off her body, igniting a fire within that burns with reckless abandon.
"God, Lisette," I whisper, her lips brushing against mine, "you have no idea how much I've wanted this."
"Show me," she challenges, her eyes locked on mine.
My response is immediate – a passionate kiss that sears my soul, leaving me breathless and aching for more. Our tongues tangle, exploring and teasing, and I can taste her hunger, her need, as it mirrors my own.
"Come home with me," she pleads when we finally break apart, our chests heaving with ragged breaths. "Please, Bastien."
"Shit, Lisette, you know I can't resist you." I sweep her into my arms, carrying her through the throng of people, their stares and murmurs insignificant compared to the urgency of our desire.
The ride home is dizzying, a blur. She pushes tightly into me as I steer my bike and I swear under my breath and squeeze her hip as I drive. Our lips are frantic against each other as we stumble inside the door.
Upstairs, above the bakery, the world fades away, consumed by the fire that burns between us. As I set her down, Lisette’s legs tremble, weak from the intensity of our connection. Tonight, we will surrender to the passion that has been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. And in each other's arms, we will find solace in the chaos of our lives.
The moment we cross the threshold to her apartment, my hands find her waist, pulling her close as our lips meet again. The urgency in her touch sends shivers down my spine, and I swear I can feel her heart beating wildly against my own.
"Let me see you," I murmur against her lips, my fingers deftly unbuttoning her dress.
"Only if I get to undress you too," she teases, a playful grin spreading across her lips as she tugs at the hem of my shirt.
"Deal," I chuckle, the sound rumbling deep in my chest like the smoothest purr.
We take our time, peeling away each layer until we stand before each other, naked and vulnerable. I let my eyes roam, committing every curve and angle to memory. It feels like a sacred ritual, this unveiling of our true selves, and I tremble beneath her gaze.
"God, you're beautiful," I breathe, my voice thick with desire.
I guide her toward the bed, relishing the sensation of the soft sheets beneath us as I lay her down gently, my body hovering above hers. Anticipation surges through me as I lower my mouth to her skin, leaving a trail of kisses from her collarbone to her breasts. Each touch leaves an indelible mark, igniting a wildfire of sensations.
"Please, Bastien," she whispers, arching into my touch, her need palpable.
I don't need any further encouragement; my tongue dips lower, teasing the sensitive flesh between her thighs. A gasp escapes her lips, her back arching as my mouth engulfs her in heat. Waves of pleasure crash through her, building in intensity until she shatters beneath my skilled tongue, crying out my name.
"Fuck, Lisette," I groan, my own desire evident in the huskiness of my voice. "You're incredible."
Catching my breath, I let her pull me up to meet her lips, knowing she can taste the mingling flavors of us.
"Make love to me, Bastien," she pleads, her voice raw with need. "Please."
"Fuck, Lisette," I growl as I position myself at her entrance, locking eyes with her. "You ready?"
"More than ever," she breathes, her voice trembling with anticipation.
I push inside her slowly, our bodies melding together in perfect synchrony. The sensation is overwhelming – the heat, the pressure, the exquisite friction that sends shivers down my spine. We both moan as I fill her completely, pausing for a moment to savor the connection that goes beyond the physical.
"Move," she whispers, her desperation evident, urging me to claim her fully.
