The dance floor was hot, crowded and the perfect setting for a woman who wanted to lose herself. There were several men on the floor she'd already made eye contact with but no one had caught her eye...yet.
The vibrant beat of the music slowed to a throbbing pulse that matched the constant flicking motion of her clit. She'd dressed to seduce and intended on satiating her fervor for a hot fuck tonight.
Raven locks shimmered beneath the red glow of the club's lights and gave her an ethereal look that appealed to those with a darker appetite. Every proud inch of her svelte frame begged for attention and demanded that only those with a strong demeanor need apply. Glancing from the corner of her eyes she watched as a man of rather strong build cut through the crowd and gave her a quick once over with little or no regard for her stance.
In a flash she was hooked. Pixie-like features scrunched up to let him know regardless of his demeanor, he couldn't get past her exterior long enough to be given a chance. Kicking up one black strappy heel, she turned from him and began to dance into the group in front of her.
Her black velvet halter dress gave the view of more than ample cleavage from the keyhole cutout with stud trim. The heavy metal T neck made it seem as if she were wearing a wide black collar. The hint was subtle but gave the right figure the vibe she was exuding.
A broad shoulder severed the connection between the woman and the young suitor that had just begun the first stages of flirting. Glacier blue eyes cut the kid a look that brooked no resistance.
Without a word or warning, strong hands grabbed her waist and yanked her back into a hard frame that was more than willing to accommodate her slender body. His husky breath carried a growl to her ear along with his words, "I don't think you've got a grip on this particular dance."
To emphasize his words his fingers gripped her tight enough to pull a gasp from her glistening lips as he tugged her ass back into his growing bulge. "I've been watching you all night. You've teased nearly every man out on the floor with the exception of one. Why is that? Do you wish to lure the one you want the most without ever acknowledging him? You knew I'd find you when you left earlier this evening."
A sinister chuckle rumbled through her raven tresses when he finally let go of her only to grasp her hand and twirl her out at arms length. "I knew you'd try," she countered at arms length, "lucky you."
She'd teased him mercilessly earlier that evening in their apartment. The need for a little spice in their life was apparent and she'd taken action. The idea had been to have him come and find her. What he did after that was up to him. And knowing him, it would be brutal.
The crowd parted to allow her room to extend the movement and ended with raven locks whipping into her face with a breathless finality. Diminutive hips began to swivel in time with the music until she had gyrated down only to rise slowly, rolling her head back and then settling her hard gaze on the man that still grasped her hand.
His hair was as dark as the night itself and seemed even darker due to the ice cold glare of his eyes. He made her shiver and had barely touched her. He didn't give her any time to compose herself or think.
With a masculine yank she was rushed into his arms and rolled back over his forearm. He followed the bend of her feminine frame with his own, gazing at her heaving chest while taking in a deep breath to inhale her scent. The warmth of his lips brushed across her cheek before he pressed his head into her and forced her to expose more of her neck. Sharp incisors raked across her skin with a long low growl that rippled her flesh into rows of goose bumps.
The erratic beat of her pulse pressed into his lips when he took firm purchase of her skin and bit into her neck. The bite was firm enough to leave a mark but not draw blood. That would be for another time. The tip of his tongue ran down the bowed arch of her neck in tandem with gasps from the crowd that surrounded them.
They were putting on one hell of a show and there wasn't an eye in the house that wasn't glued to them. A feminine groan escaped her once he pulled away and leaned back with muscles flexing beneath his crisp black linen shirt, swiftly hauling her up with him.
He inched her in closer and slid a leg between her parted thighs and gruffly spoke one word. "Grind." She obeyed as if she'd been his all along.
Gripping his upper arms she pushed herself up against his hard frame. Plush lashes lifted so she could watch his reaction when she titled her ass back and lowered her throbbing cunt to his thigh. The tip of her soft pink tongue darted from the corner of her mouth as she eased herself from side to side upon his thigh whispering softly, "Don't tempt what you can't handle."
She gave his thigh deep hard grinds that ground her ass back toward the crowd only to thrust again and clutch at his thigh. Her black lace panties were already wet by the time his hand came back to mark her ass with a loud smack.
