Strong arms wrap around me, as the music thrums. His heat, a comforting warmth at my back. The fingers of my left hand intertwine with his own as my right arm reaches up to wrap around his neck. His silky hair brushes the back of my hand and I try not to smile.
The music sets the tempo, and my hips can do not but fallow. His hands run over my hips, as his lips press a kiss at the junction between my neck and shoulder. I can’t help it, I squeal.
His laugh is deep and earthy, and, as he spins me to face him, contagious. But my own laugh is cut short as his hand slips to the back of my head as he pulls me into a deep kiss, full of passion and heat.
By the time he ends it, I am little more then a puddle contented female, in his arms. The music changes, something slow begins to play. I lean against him, the sound of his heart beat making it’s own kind of music. I close my eyes and breath in the musky sent of him.
I look up into his face so perfectly handsome. The set of his wide jaw, and strong nose, give his other wise soft face a chiseled look. Dark brown eyes stair out from a olive skinned face, his wavy jet black hair is just long enough that it appears slightly disheveled, rather then truly unkempt.
A delicate touch against my cheek as he brushed back a lock of my own auburn colored hair. An unreadable look flickers over his face, there and gone too fast for me to be sure that I truly saw anything at all.
A flash of feminine heat surges through me. The music and our surrounding forgotten, I push up on my toes, and kiss him just as deeply and with enough passion and heat to rival his own kiss.
His arms tighten around me as he lifts me off my feet, my shoes slipping off my feet and falling to the floor with a soft “clunk”. I have but a moment to ketch my breath, as the kiss ends, before I find our fingers intertwined once more. I laugh out loud, as he tugs me along behind him, slipping around and behind countless columns, dashing through endless corridors.
Time rushed passed in an unending flow. The sound of our laughter echoing all around. Seconds, minuets, hours, I can’t say how much time passes before I found myself pushed up against an unknown door.
As our lips met in another kiss, my mind fills with the feel of him. His hands, as they roamed over my body. My back, breasts, hips, and ass. Fingers tugging at the hem of my dress. As the door behind me swings inward, he lifts me up. My legs wrap around his waist.
Softness meets my back as we tumble into bed. I tug his shirt from his jeans as the metallic whir of a zipper sounded at my back, he’s unzipped my dress. I kiss him, need blinding me to all things but him. By the time I have him out of the shirt he has my dress bunched around my hips.
I chuckle softly at his frustration, and wriggle the rest of the way out of the dress. He let out a soft purring growl as he pushes me down, kissing the tops my breasts, he unclasps my bra. I busy my self by unhooking his belt and unzipping his jeans, by the time I have worked them down passed his hip, his fingers are slipping into the tops of my nylons and panties, ready to pull them down.
I push my self up just long enough to plant a kiss on his chin before plunging back into the sea of softness beneath me.
As the morning sun seeps through the curtains of our room, I grumble at the light for waking me. Turning so that the light is now at my back, I snuggle closer to the sleeping man beside me. The smell of him lingers on my skin, and I was contented to leave it there while longer.