I know she can feel my arousal against her as she steps closer to me. We’re so close that our bodies are fully pressed together, not an inch of space left between us. Her soft breasts flatten against my chest. Her stomach cradles my erection. Her eyes are filled with heat as they trace my face, as her fingers slide through my hair.

She wants me.

Unlike the other girls I've danced with so far tonight, her desire doesn't leave me cold or disinterested. Far from it. My cock is throbbing with the desire to be inside her. I want to touch her so badly. Peel her out of that dress. Find out what she looks like when she comes.

The song slowly comes to an end and she steps away.

I stand still, wondering if I've read her completely wrong. If she isn't interested after all. I'm more disappointed than I should be at that thought considering that I just met her.

Then she takes my hand and starts walking. She looks over her shoulder at me as she moves away, seeing if I'll follow.

I'm no idiot.

My beast and I are in perfect agreement. I feel it rise inside me as I allow her to pull me through the room, through the crowd of mostly shallow, disingenuous social climbers. Why did I want to have this party again?

She walks confidently and not particularly discreetly, like she has one thing on her mind and she's determined to have it. A flash of heat goes through me as I realize I am the thing she wants.

A few people notice us as we walk through the crowd hand in hand, but the more intense scrutiny from when she first entered the ballroom has dissipated. No amount of attention would stop me at this point. If she told me she wanted to have sex in the middle of the dance floor, I'd ask her what position she would prefer.

As we near the edge of the ballroom, I take the lead.

"I know where we can go," I say as I veer in a different direction. I don't want to take the time to go to my place. I need something much closer.

She concedes the lead to me and I take us down a hall that leads to a private bathroom where we can be alone. Where I can do the things I've been wanting to do since I first laid eyes on her.

I open the door and draw her inside, locking it behind us as the lights turn on, the motion detectors set off by our entrance. The golden light shines off the alabaster counters inside, gleaming off the golden fixtures, the marble flooring, the mirrors that line each of the walls. We're in the powder area before the entrance to the rest of the bathroom. It’s as opulent as I could make it, which I appreciate now.

All I really care about is that we're finally alone.

I lead my dream woman over to a counter and wrap my hands around her slender waist. I pick her up and set her down on the counter, wanting to close the height difference between us.

She watches me with darkened eyes, her lips parted as her breath comes in excited pants.

I watch her as I slide my hands up her waist, stepping closer.

She doesn't stop me when I lean in to taste her lush mouth. She meets my tongue with her own as her hands slide up my arms to wrap around my shoulders. She tastes wonderful. Fresh and clean.

I want more.

I want everything.

When I reach into the cups of her bodice and pull the soft weight of her breasts out, she only gasps against my mouth. But again, she doesn't stop me. Groaning, I squeeze the soft curves, thumbing the already firm tips as I break the kiss.

I have to look.

"Gorgeous," I breathe as I take in the rounded curves topped with peachy pink nipples. They're already tight and perky.

I have to kiss them. I kiss first one tip, and then the other, as her fingers slide into my hair again. Then I open my mouth to suck, to kiss, to lick. Gently. And thoroughly.

She's arching up against me, making almost pained noises in the back of her throat, her fingers tightening in my hair.

A whisper of memory prods me.

There's something.… It slips away again as she pushes her breast against my mouth.

I focus on making her wild. I want her to want me as much as I desire her. Is that even possible? The inferno of lust inside me is strong indeed. My erection is already leaking, my balls drawn up with arousal.

I finally lift my head from her breasts, admiring the pink marks I've left from sucking, the firm tips, the flush of desire appearing on her body.

Beautiful.

I drop down to my knees, the marble cold and hard on them, but I don't care even a little. I'm too focused on my goal. I push the yards of fabric up and out of the way as she watches me with half-closed eyes.

I hook my fingers into the scrap of white fabric covering her core and pull it right off.

"Spread your legs," I order, already pushing her thighs apart with my hands. There's an unmistakable growl in my voice that I can't control. I want her too much.

She doesn't stop me, but her hands come down to cover herself as her thighs open. I meet her eyes and then reach for her protective hands.

"There's no need to be shy, sweetheart," I say as I draw them away. "You're beautiful. Perfection." And she is. Pink and wet and ready for me. Ready for everything I want to do.

I lick my lips, holding her hands so she doesn't try to hide herself again. I push my shoulders between her legs, keeping her legs apart so she's open and vulnerable for me.

And then I set my mouth right there.

At the heart of her desire.

She cries out, her hands tightening on mine as I lick at her, slowly learning the contours of her, seeking out and finding the places she likes to be touched the most.

I find her entrance and spear my tongue inside, feeling her clench on it.

Tight.

Very tight.

I lick up the sides of her. Suckle and nibble as her taste coats my tongue, drives both the man and the beast to higher and higher levels of lust. My cock is hard enough inside my trousers that I wonder why it hasn't simply ripped them apart yet.

I can wait. I want her to come first. I want to experience it, watch it happen.

Zeroing in on her clit, I settle in with a lick and a nibble. She pushes up against my mouth, a broken sound escaping her, all shyness gone as she reaches for her pleasure.

Just as I want her to.

I look up to see the sheen of sweat on her breasts, on her forehead. The flush of exertion on her cheeks is so beautiful. Her eyes are closed tight as she turns her head to the side, biting her lip.

She's closing in.…

I watch her face as I lick harder.

I keep her legs wide apart with my hands on her inner thighs, not relenting until her body stiffens.

There you are.

She moans as her hands clamp down on my shoulders, her body trying to buck against me. I hold her down, drawing every last second of pleasure I can out her. Then there’s another rush of wetness, another swallow of her taste.

I growl, licking at her.

I think I might be addicted.