Here you are in a nightclub, hundreds of people milling around, dancing to the beat, yelling to be heard above the roar, and suddenly everything seems still. In this moment, there are only you and I.
I stand up and cross the room, moving toward you in what must surely be slow motion, but inexplicably, I am instantly in front of you.
"Will you dance with me?"
You can read the words on my lips, and even over the noise of the club, my voice clearly sounds in your ears.
You smile, reach out for my hand, and I gently pull you to your feet.
The dance floor is crowded with moving bodies, and as the music surrounds us, the swell of people pushes us close together. The beat pounds in your ears, or is that the sound of your heart beating? Our hips touch as we move to the beat, and my arm reaches around your waist to pull you close. Even with the crowd growing on the dance floor, it seems like there is no one but us, gliding together, across our own little piece of Heaven. Each song blends into the next, and time has no meaning as we move together. Our bodies fit together perfectly; our rhythm is perfectly matched; and as the music changes to a slow song, and the lights dim, my arms wrap around your waist and pull you close to me.
You drape your arms over my shoulders, and our eyes are drawn together once again. The world around us slips away as I gaze deeply into your eyes. Closer, closer, our lips move slowly toward each other's. Our eyes close as contact is made and your soft lips press into mine. You feel my tongue slide gently across your bottom lip, and you open your mouth ever so slightly, almost teasing me with the soft movement. Now you open a little more and your tongue moves out to meet mine. A soft dance of their own begins to ensue, and the heat of my breath upon your face sends a shiver down your spine.
My left hand moves to the small of your back, gently gliding over the silk of your blouse, until the fingers rest on that tender spot. Small movements of my fingers trace light circles, teasing you with small shivers, dancing through the area. My right hand glides up, moving to the nape of your neck and slowly running through your hair; the tips of my fingers rasp lightly on the base of your skull, sending a run of shivers down your back to meet with the small of your back.
Suddenly our kiss is becoming more feverish, more passionate. Your hands pull my head toward yours, holding me closer, as you boldly push your tongue past my lips, into my mouth, and over my own tongue. Your breathing is becoming shallow, and as our tongues dance wildly together, you can suddenly feel the heat of the room. The noise of the club is back, crashing around us, and the crowd of people is too much. You break the kiss, and suddenly wish you hadn't. You open your eyes and see me looking closely at you, studying your face.
"You are beautiful."
My voice is clear and deep, resonating in your ears and in your mind.
"I have to get out of here. It's too crowded,"
you say.
"Let's leave."
We move off the dance floor and back to your table.
"No, let's go somewhere else, I mean."
You take my hand and pull me toward the exit, where the sudden breath of cool, outside air washes over us both. Your nipples are hard and you are suddenly very conscious of it. They are starting to ache.
"Where to?"
I ask. Without the overpowering sounds of the night club, my voice sounds suddenly loud and crisp. You move your lips to my ear and whisper,
"Your place."
I look closely at you, and the corners of your mouth pull up in a soft smile. I smile back, and my hand lifts to hail a taxi.
In the cab, once again I pull you close. My hand slides into your hair, drawing your lips to mine. Each kiss is deeper than the last, more passionate, and the thought quickly runs through your mind that this night could go anywhere. Suddenly you pull back, a wary look in your eyes as you study mine closely, but something in them tells you it's all right. You close your eyes and lean back in, taking control of the moment and pushing me back into the seat. Your tongue drives into my mouth for a deep kiss and then you slowly move your lips around to my neck. A small peck on my jaw line becomes a kiss under my ear. You nuzzle that tender spot and move up to take my earlobe between your teeth. A quick nip and you hear me take a sharp, quick breath. Your tongue darts out and into my ear, and you feel my shoulders tighten up under your hands.
"You like that, huh?"
you whisper. Your breath in my ear sends shivers down my back and you can feel my spine twist in my body movements. Again you take the lobe in your lips, sucking on it, and then running your tongue around the back of my ear, and the sound of my quickened breathing tells you how much I like it.
"Tell me how much you like it,"
you whisper.
"Oh my God. I love what you're doing to me. Please don't stop."
My voice is shaky, and the words barely above a whisper, themselves.
You pull my face toward yours, and as our lips mesh, and our tongues intertwine, you feel my hand move up to cup your breast. Both nipples harden even more, the one seems to want to drive itself through your blouse and into my hand. My fingers run over the hard nubbin, and your back arches, seemingly on its own, as an electrical current seems to run along your nerve endings. My thumb and forefinger grasp the hard nipple, pinching it ever so lightly, and your lungs take in a sharp breath as our kiss breaks. My hand moves away, and a pang of desire charges through you. Then my voice breaks through the sensations, and you hear my words,
"We're here."
We step out of the cab and onto the walkway. The house before us is dark except for a porch light. I take your hand and lead you to the front door, where you nibble at the back of my neck as I fumble with the lock. The door swings open and I pull you inside.
Shadows fill the room, but your mind is suddenly focussed on my lips as they press to yours. Our tongues fight for control and your breath is suddenly taken away by the feel of my hand returning to your breast. The nipple starts to tingle under the light pinches of my finger tips. My other hand slides slowly down your back, pausing to rub lightly at the small, sending shivers racing, before continuing down, over the curve of your ass, and cupping the cheek. The tips of my fingers are just touching the spot where your leg joins your ass, lightly gliding back and forth, over the cloth of your skirt.
As our kiss works into a frenzy, you slide your hands down my chest, and you can feel the hard pebbles of my own nipples. Your hand moves up to the collar of my shirt and you start to pop the buttons undone, one at a time. As you slowly expose my chest, I start to gently push you, guiding you backwards, further into the house and into the dark shadows. My lips move to the side of your face, leaving small kisses, working my way down and along your jaw, finding the little spot under your ear. My tongue flicks out onto the skin, with a light, wet touch. I open my mouth and you feel my teeth scrape softly along the same spot. Again, my tongue flicks out, this time a little lower. Again the teeth, lower still. My tongue . . . my teeth . . . lower and lower, until only the collar of your own blouse prevents me from continuing.
My hand is now rubbing your breast, gentle squeezes alternating between the nipple and the full cup. My fingers move up and the buttons seem to come undone magically. Again, my hand glides up, over your smooth stomach, up to your hot, heaving breast, confined in the lacy bra you chose for tonight. The perfect choice.
My lips are moving again, alternating between the tongue and teeth, over your collarbone, down the front of your shoulder, to the top of your breast, and back up again, under your chin to the hollow of your throat, where my tongue slowly slides around and around in smaller and smaller circles.