My large handswallowed her tiny one, and I held on tight as I weaved us through the crowd to a secluded spot in the back of the club that only employees knew about.
You could still hear the music, the energy of the place moving through the walls, but it was dark and away from everyone else.
I took her by the waist and pressed her up against me, wrapping our bodies around the other as we slowly danced to the music.
We twirled lazily in circles, our movements turning sexual as our bodies rubbed against one another, our hands searching in the dark.
She gasped when my fingers brushed over her breasts, cupping them with my hands, and rubbing my thumbs over her stiff, peaked nipples. I wanted to strip her of her clothing, lay her down on my bed, and have my way with her, kissing every inch of her hot, naked body.
Our dance turned sexually charged, as our movements became deliberate along with our touches. I hadn’t felt this goodsince high school, the heat, the desire, the passion, all of it exploding between us in a magnetic way.
Burying my face in her neck, I kissed her sensitive skin, nipping below her earlobe before taking it in my mouth and sucking on it. I worked my magic up over her jawline to the other side, against kissing below her earlobe and dragging my hot tongue over her even hotter skin, blowing on it as soon as I lifted my tongue off.
Ciara squirmed against me and the sparks between us exploded like a balloon stretched to the max. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to hold back if I kissed her, fucking her right here on this dance floor, risking it all just to be inside her.
I knew I wouldn’t, but I so badly wanted to.
Ciara moved her mouth towards mine, and our lips brushed against the other. A growl erupted from somewhere deep inside my chest, and I couldn’t control it. It escaped from the depths inside me and my fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips, moving down to her ass cheeks and squeezing.
I covered her mouth with mine and pushed my tongue inside, deepening the kiss from the start, wanting, craving,needingher.
She kissed me back with as much passion, our bodies melting into one as it became only her and me and no one else.
Time drifted as our kiss continued, not caring about the people in the background, not caring this was my job, and so very unprofessional.
But before I lost the entire thing, I broke our kiss and asked her one simple question: “Will you come home with me?”
“Of course I will.”
Ciara followedbehind me in her car, and I drove us straight to the carriage house on my parents’ farm. I didn’t want to sneak her into the main room, as my parents might wake early in the morning and while she offered for us to go to her apartment in the city, I didn’t want to too far from them.
“It’s a little chilly in there, but I’ll get a fire going.” I said as I helped Ciara out of her car and walked her to the front door. Inside, I turned on a lamp and hurried around, pulling the curtains closed for some privacy before building a fire in the living room fireplace.
We sat on the couch in front of the fireplace, the conversation flowing between us like old friends who have known each other for decades.
She told me how she worked at a magazine, writing freelance journalism articles from her small apartment in the city. She wanted to move to a small town to raise her children, the idea of living in a cabin something she really liked.
I told her about my parents and the farmhouse, how I helped care for them now, and how I fixed this cabin up. I explained to her how I did construction during the day and also worked on my parents’ house whenever I could.
And as the night wore on and the conversation turned to funny stories and jokes, I couldn’t hold off any longer.
I needed to kiss her again.
“Is it okay I kiss you?” I asked her from across the couch, the fire flickering in the background.
“Stop asking me.” Ciara chewed on her bottom lip, her eyes darkening. They were hazel, just like mine.
She didn’t need to tell me twice. I moved across the couch, leaned in, and kissed her, soft and slow at first, before slowly deepening the kiss and sliding my tongue inside to tangle with hers.
It didn’t take long for our kisses to grow frantic, our hands moving all over each other, exploring, seeking, wanting, and needing. She was perfect, so fucking perfect, her curves beneath my fingers, her skin soft and supple.
Clutching her waist, I pulled her on top of me, hiking her dress up higher, so her legs could straddle my hips. My dick pushed against the zipper of my jeans, a very noticeable bulge, one Ciara began to move herself against.
I groaned as I watched her move like she danced, measured and precise, and oh so fucking sexy. The straps of her dress fell down her shoulders, her breasts billowing out the top, and I moaned, my hands moving upwards towards them.
Her head fell back as she ground herself against my dick, dry humping me and nearly getting herself off, her hands gripping onto my shoulders.
My hands circled around to her back and rested against the arch in her back, pulling me towards her, her breasts now inches from my face. I buried my head between them as one hand unzipped her dress, the fabric falling away and revealing a lacy bra beneath. I pushed the fabric down, all of it pooling at her waist, before reaching up to undo her bra, those sexy tits of hers tumbling out and onto my face.
