The moment Sarah started nodding, her dance partner started dragging her out of the bar. She found herself outside at one of the back alleys.
“Sorry, babe. I can’t wait. I’ll make it up to you later tonight,” he said while he pushed her to one of the graffiti-spotted wall. His voice huskier than earlier that night.
He started kissing and licking her neck and raising her shirt, exposing her breast to the cool night air, her puckered nipples. She hazily realized that she was baring her breasts to a man whose name she didn’t even know.
He started kissing up her neck and reached her mouth. Pushing his tongue inside hers. Swirling it. Nibbling at her lips. Sucking her tongue inside his. His mouth was so wet and hot.
“What’s…, “ Sarah tried to say between the wet kisses he was giving her, “your… mmm… name?”
He didn’t answer her mumbled question. Instead, he started kissing down her neck again. Licking along the way. When his hot mouth reached her nipple and surrounded it with inside the warm depths, she didn’t care anymore.
She felt him sucking and biting her nipple hard. It was as if he were sucking the very essence of her body. She wanted to give it to him. She would give him milk from her body if she can. Thinking of white liquid spilling from her nipple to his mouth made her feel even more heated. She pushed his head against hers.