tilt my head for our faces to be only an inch apart. I saw the heat in his eyes and then his mouth was coming down on mine. Electricity zinged through me as his tongue darted into my mouth, tasting of the champagne we'd been drinking. I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my fingers in his wavy black hair. He slid his hand under my dress, squeezing my ass even as his action pushed the hem up enough to flash some flesh at the people around us. The idea that men were ogling my ass as DeVon fondled it made me writhe against him, less of a dance now.
I bit down on DeVon's bottom lip, then sucked it into my mouth, reveling in the growl I felt reverberating through his chest. His mouth moved down my jaw even as his free hand tangled in the hair I'd left down to cascade over my shoulders. With a tug that sent a jolt straight through me, he yanked my head to the side and kissed his way down my neck.
I dug my nails into his shoulders as he sucked the tender skin of my throat into his mouth. Ever since we'd gone public with our relationship, he'd been enjoying leaving hickeys and bite marks in visible places. My neck. Collarbone. The tops of my breasts. My eyelids fluttered as DeVon sucked on my neck, each pull making me wet.
He slid his hand down my leg and pulled it up, hooking it around his hip. I ignored the fact that my skirt was rucking up around my waist and flashing my white thong. All I cared about was the way DeVon's cock was now rubbing against me just right.
“Do you think you can get off like this?” DeVon asked as he sucked my earlobe into his mouth. He ground his pelvis against me and I moaned. “Dancing with all these people around us, knowing that all they have to do is look and they'll see your firm ass in those tiny little panties.”
It hit me then. He wasn't going to let this go until I came. A thrill ran through me. I wasn't an exhibitionist. Not in a true sense where I'd want people watching me have sex, like on a stage or someone in my room, but this was different. Aside from the fact that I was actually clothed, the club wasn't brightly lit. People would see more shadows, the suggestion of what we were doing. If they were paying attention to us in the first place. People were probably more interested in their own partners.
Still, it turned me on, knowing people could watch at least a bit while DeVon and I danced.
He covered my mouth with his, the kiss hard and demanding. All of the desire I could feel in his body, the tension in his arms, how hard his cock was as it pressed against me, he poured all of it into that kiss. His tongue thrust into my mouth, exploring every inch of it. I moaned as I writhed against him, the fabric providing exquisite friction against my clit. We'd been together for almost a year and it was still fireworks every time we touched.
His fingers tightened in my hair, sending little pinpricks of pain and pleasure into my scalp. He tore his mouth away from mine and our eyes met. The love and desire that burned there only made me want to come more. I loved being able to do what he asked. What he commanded. I loved the expression on his face when I obeyed.
“Come, Ms. Jensen.”
I smiled as I remembered how our first time together, he'd used my last name rather than my first, as if it could put a distance between us.
“Come for me, baby.” His hand tightened on my hip, fingers digging into flesh, the extra pressure exactly what I needed.
I groaned, biting my bottom lip to hold back the cry that wanted to escape. I shuddered as I came and DeVon released my leg. I put my foot on the floor, but it was DeVon's arms that held me steady, kept us moving to the music until the strength returned to my legs. Once I could stand on my own, I reached down and took his hand, moving us off of the dance floor. I waved at Dena and Leslie as we passed, but I didn't stop. I'd spend time with them tomorrow. As for Carrie and Gavin, I wasn't going to waste my time looking for them. I knew
I bit down on DeVon's bottom lip, then sucked it into my mouth, reveling in the growl I felt reverberating through his chest. His mouth moved down my jaw even as his free hand tangled in the hair I'd left down to cascade over my shoulders. With a tug that sent a jolt straight through me, he yanked my head to the side and kissed his way down my neck.
I dug my nails into his shoulders as he sucked the tender skin of my throat into his mouth. Ever since we'd gone public with our relationship, he'd been enjoying leaving hickeys and bite marks in visible places. My neck. Collarbone. The tops of my breasts. My eyelids fluttered as DeVon sucked on my neck, each pull making me wet.
He slid his hand down my leg and pulled it up, hooking it around his hip. I ignored the fact that my skirt was rucking up around my waist and flashing my white thong. All I cared about was the way DeVon's cock was now rubbing against me just right.
“Do you think you can get off like this?” DeVon asked as he sucked my earlobe into his mouth. He ground his pelvis against me and I moaned. “Dancing with all these people around us, knowing that all they have to do is look and they'll see your firm ass in those tiny little panties.”
It hit me then. He wasn't going to let this go until I came. A thrill ran through me. I wasn't an exhibitionist. Not in a true sense where I'd want people watching me have sex, like on a stage or someone in my room, but this was different. Aside from the fact that I was actually clothed, the club wasn't brightly lit. People would see more shadows, the suggestion of what we were doing. If they were paying attention to us in the first place. People were probably more interested in their own partners.
Still, it turned me on, knowing people could watch at least a bit while DeVon and I danced.
He covered my mouth with his, the kiss hard and demanding. All of the desire I could feel in his body, the tension in his arms, how hard his cock was as it pressed against me, he poured all of it into that kiss. His tongue thrust into my mouth, exploring every inch of it. I moaned as I writhed against him, the fabric providing exquisite friction against my clit. We'd been together for almost a year and it was still fireworks every time we touched.
His fingers tightened in my hair, sending little pinpricks of pain and pleasure into my scalp. He tore his mouth away from mine and our eyes met. The love and desire that burned there only made me want to come more. I loved being able to do what he asked. What he commanded. I loved the expression on his face when I obeyed.
“Come, Ms. Jensen.”
I smiled as I remembered how our first time together, he'd used my last name rather than my first, as if it could put a distance between us.
“Come for me, baby.” His hand tightened on my hip, fingers digging into flesh, the extra pressure exactly what I needed.
I groaned, biting my bottom lip to hold back the cry that wanted to escape. I shuddered as I came and DeVon released my leg. I put my foot on the floor, but it was DeVon's arms that held me steady, kept us moving to the music until the strength returned to my legs. Once I could stand on my own, I reached down and took his hand, moving us off of the dance floor. I waved at Dena and Leslie as we passed, but I didn't stop. I'd spend time with them tomorrow. As for Carrie and Gavin, I wasn't going to waste my time looking for them. I knew
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