LEASE.” I told her, “Wait there,” as I dealt with the mess of trouble, the rising riot. I knew she had nothing to do with starting it. Nothing deliberate.
Her looks alone would have inflamed those rich and royal idiots. Kids who I knew all too well. What happened then, the noise and the fight, it was just what I had to do. We’ll come back to that. She’s the important part. She was all that mattered to me.
So afterwards, when it was done, she rushed away. I followed her out. She pushed through the staff’s entrance from that rowdy bar. I stepped out behind her. Out into a dark corridor. She told me I shouldn’t be there.
I wasn’t allowed. It was a little thrill being told that.
Nobody had said that to me in a very long time. She was playful about it, too. Her eyes danced. Even after what she had been through.
Leaned back against the wall, her face tilted up to me. Her chest heaved and her lovely full breasts swelled. The rise that she’d started in my pants stiffened more. My pants were stretched way too tight.
Her eyelids lowered as she said, “You can’t be out here. It’s against the rules. You’ll get me into so much trouble.” Her lips parted as she leaned back against the dark wall.
I leaned closer. The scent and the heat of her made me light-headed. The chase was on. “Why do I get the sense that you won’t get into all that much trouble, really?” she straightened as I came nearer to her but her look was wary. Apprehensive. “Could it be because you didn’t try to stop me from following you out here?”
She pulled herself up to her full height. She raised a hand. I took it and I kept my eyes on hers as I bent my head to flutter a soft kiss on her fingers. My body urged me to do so much more than that. Restraining myself felt like one of my more heroic efforts. As it turned out, it may not have been so excellent an idea after all.
“Or maybe,” I said bending my face near to hers, my voice lowered to be deeper. More confidential. “Maybe you’ve realized that it whatever trouble it is, it will be worth it.”
She slapped my cheek. Hard. The look of fire in her eyes quickened my pulse and the hot sting was delicious. My eyes blazed at her.
I put my hand on her tender waist. Pulled her closer. Her lips pressed together and the tip of her tongue slid between them.
The slide of her breasts as they pillowed against me made me even harder. Her eyes widened and I caught her hot scent. That made me hold her even tighter.
I stood close in front of her, the top of her head reached almost up to the height of my chest. Looking up with her head back, her lovely neck stretched and exposed the soft paleness of her throat. The urge to run my teeth up it was overpowering.
Her eyelids fluttered and her lip trembled as I took hold of her chin. Sliding my hand around and under her ear, I held the back of her neck. Pulled her higher. She sighed and her eyes were almost closed as she stretched on tiptoe.
My lips found hers. Even as she held back, her lips stretched to meet and fit to mine. Her mouth and mine were made for each other. Made to be the gateway. The introduction. The first dance.
Made to carry the passion and lust that pulsed and pumped through me, swelled my veins and, I knew, fanned and pumped the heat in her body. While she held back, demure, cautious, I felt every muscle in her torso, every inch of her skin, come to life, sensing, feeling. Wanting. Wanting me. Like I wanted her.
I kissed her and the echoing darkness of that corridor faded away. We were wrapped together and I knew she was the woman I needed. The thrill of her breath as our mouths connected, the dance of her body in my arms, called to my inner soul. And to the buzzing pulses in my straining cock.
Her body came to mine. She kissed me back. Our lips clung and danced. And I heard music. Birdsong. And the thunder of my pulse. The crispness of her tight white shirt strained. It was open almost to her stomach.
And I felt the tropical heat in her hips, the rising need of her mound, the pining of her flower, trembling for the rescue of my ready weapon. Our tongues were alive and entwined. Her breath and mine met and melted together. I held her every way that I could. Every nerve in me wanted every inch of her. My body tingled all the way to my toes when her fingers ran though my hair.
Noisily, hungrily we kissed. Our breath and our tongues explored each other like the frenzied whirls and spins at the climax of a ballet. Our hands hunted every part of each other’s bodies. My hips tilted hard into her as her fingers reached around to my waist then dropped to trill over my ass. She gasped as my cock beat and stretched even longer, threatening to burst open the buttoned fly on the tented front of my pants.
When I pulled back her eyes were desperate. Pleading. I bent again to kiss her soft milky flesh, exposed at the tops of her fabulous, full bosom. The delicious scent and the heat in the press of her marvelous tits made my head light. It was like I imagine drugs are supposed to be if they were good.
The taste of her was heavenly. My hands cupped the swell of her breasts as I buried my face between them. The only thing better than the taste and the touch of her was the moan that I felt take life and stretch in her chest, rising, calling out, pleading. Needing.
She clutched my hair, tugging with her clenching hands, igniting me as she pulled with her fingers. I told her she was beautiful. It seemed absurd. Obvious. She must know. But I wanted her to hear it. From me.
Squeezing her perfect breasts, I pulled toward the nipples. Pulled so that, even inside her shirt and her bra, and I felt her hot, hardening nipples rub against my stomach. Inside I felt a thrill like trickles of electrified water through my stomach and my hips. Firm, full and pliant, the weight of her breasts in my hands made me gasp to feel the heft of my cock between them.
“Come for me,” I told her as I took a grip of her sensational ass. Her groan made my cock wish it could crow. I needed her flesh. I wanted her hot peach fuzz skin on mine. I needed to peel her out of her clothes.