“Sexed”
I could smell his heat as he walked into the bar. I turned to watch him as he walked toward me, it never ceased to amaze me how my body responded to the mere sight of him. As he stopped in front of me, I felt the heat pool between my legs. He said nothing as he reached for my hand and led me to a secluded corner booth. He sat close to me, his breath hot on my cheek, not speaking his tongue touched my throat. Every part of my body screamed at this slight touch.
The waiter brought him a drink and he slowly drank from it, my eyes never leaving his mouth. I licked my lips as he turned his eyes toward me, a wicked light shining there. He knew I wanted him, but he was not eager to leave. He wanted to prolong my agony.
He turned away from me, watching the band as they started to play. The throbbing of the bass matching my own throbbing sex. My skin was slick with perspiration and I ached for him to touch me.
His hand rested lightly on my shoulder, slowing tracing circles there. Suddenly his hand slowly moved down my arm and ended at my bare thigh. His fingers ran lightly over my thigh moving higher then back again. Slowly his hand inched further up to my sex, easing his palm against me. Slowly slipping one then two fingers in and out of my wetness. I spread my legs wider as I leaned against the booth and he continued to pump his fingers, now slick, in and slowly out. I looked toward the stage, slowly loosing my mind to the rhythm of his hands.
He stopped and pulled me close to him, hissing in my ear that we should leave.
The cold October air hit my hot flesh as we exited the bar and made our way quickly up the street. He pulled me into an alleyway and pushed me against the cold stonewall. His fingers pulling my short dress up over my hips and his knee spreading my legs. His breath fast against my face, his tongue parting my lips, kissing me deeply. He knelt before me, spreading my legs wider, and his mouth closing against my wetness. His hand reached up to cover my mouth as he slid his tongue deep inside me. I gasped at the intensity of his touch, dying a little as I bit the heel of his hand. He continued to stroke my sex with his mouth and as my body contracted in ecstasy his name slipped from my lips…
