Max and I returned home after going out to dinner to find his roommates there and quite a few friends also. It looked like another Friday night party was forming, but I really just wanted to whisk Max away all to myself. I mean sure we had just had fun getting each other off at the restaurant, but I wanted more. I needed more after being away from him all week.
Max made small talk with some of his friends. All the seats were taken so I found a comfy spot on the floor leaning my back up against the wall. Eventually Max made his way over and plopped on the floor next to me giving me a quick kiss.
"Hey," I said looking into his dark beautiful eyes and leaning closer so our shoulders were touching.
"Hey," he replied, slipping his arm around my shoulders bringing us even closer to each other.
"I like this song" I said, happy that someone was playing music tonight instead of putting on the tv. Music was sensual to me, even heavy metal.
Max took his other arm and strummed my arm like a guitar. "Me too," he said as he continued his musical motion.
"Are you playing me?" I said laughing and completely understanding the double meaning of what I had just said.
"Is that what you want, baby?" he asked, smiling.
"What do you think?" I answered his question with a question.
"I think I want to dance with you," he said, leaning closer and bringing his lips so close to mine.
"Here?" I asked, "In your living room? No one is dancing."
"Yes," Max said to me. "Turn it up Chris," he called over to his roommate across the room, and Chris did.
Max stood up and held his hand out for me. I took his hand and he pulled me up so hard that I fell into him. My breasts pushed on his chest, and his hardening cock against my pelvis. He put his arms around me and pulled me closer. We swayed back and forth while he whispered the words to the song in my ear. His lips lightly touched my ear with the movement of each word. I completely melted into him while we danced for a long time. Some other people started dancing too, but by then I didn't even care if it was only us. I was completely lost in him and enjoying every second.
He pulled his face away from being buried in my hair just long enough to look in my eyes and shoot his gorgeous smile at me. I felt like putty in his hands. I would do pretty much anything he asked.
"Are you hot?" he asked, suppressing his smirk. It had been a hot day and we had worked up a little sweat dancing, but I understood it was a loaded question.
"Yes..." I said challenging him. Fuck yes, is what I wanted to say, but I didn't want everyone else to hear me.