Genie gave a wicked little hip wiggle when pulled closer, deliberate and teasing. The smell of lust was heady as was the warmth of him through his clothes, particular his trousers. She could feel herself respond and she was teasing herself as much as she was him.
"Julian," she repeated with a throaty purr. She smirked at him. "Bottoms up," she said with a wink before tilting her head back and letting the warmth roll down into her stomach.
Once hand she carded up into his hair as they danced, encouraging as well as enticing with the faintest scrape of nails to the scalp. Her hips moved with his to the firm beat that vibrated through her. She moaned and ground against his leg when she felt teeth on her neck, a sure fire way to get her going. It almost always seemed to send fire through her, almost weak in the knees but in that delicious way. She rubbed against him deliberately, unselfconscious about location other than letting the music and the pleasure fill her.