dancingrose (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} dancingrose) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} 20somethings, |
They weren't dancing. They were so close to each other but it wasn't dancing. It was a sexual experience for her and as his words grew longer, the spaces between breaths teased her. How was he so good at this? She thought about reaching for his hands, letting him run them over her chest. No one would see. It was dark enough in the club she told herself.
Holly had suggested she just needed to get laid and Rose wanted that. "You're so considerate." She sighed, "I can't dance with bruises down my neck. And you love to see your tiny dancer." Her words purred out of her mouth. If she could feel herself being teased then she could make it harder for him to let her go. "Laid out over a big bed though, my hair in all directions."
The syncopated tones of 'tight little tits' had her moaning at the thought of his mouth on her chest and she bucked back into him. Above average was an understatement and he was already hard. "Your teeth feel good on my skin." She reacted to him on her neck. Squirming, she thought. Like I am now? She let her hands fall down her toned stomach to her thighs as she slowly slithered from her hips to her shoulders, tilting her neck to give him more.
"All of that." She gasped out. Her interest already piqued, her body so receptive already, "So far? There's more?" She whined. She already couldn't stand the idea that they were simply dancing in the club and he wanted to tease her more?