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He draws me closer to his body and the feel of his hard form pressed up against me sends shivers down my spine. Leaning to my ear he whispers huskily, "Looking forward to all those moves here and later." If his provocative words didn't send me over the gentle nip on my earlobe did. Why must he tease me in public where there is nothing I can do about it? He straightens up with a devilsh smirk knowing full and well the affect he has on my body.
We make it into the club rather easily ,but I find all the staring eyes rather unnerving. We do look a tad out of place. I try to ignore the curious looks as best I can pulling Michael close to me as we walk. The dance floor is full ,but I figure with the way we are going to be dancing we won' need a lot of room. Making my way to the bar I try not to look too anxious when the bartender stares at me. "I'll have a shot of Tequila. What do you want baby?" I question my man.
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I notice the bartender staring at my pixie and move closer to her. She orders a drink and turns her head toward me asking, " What do you want baby?" . I'm silent for a moment while I try to decide what I want. Making up my mind I say, "Blow job".
The bartender nods his head. I watch as he takes out two shot glasses and pours her shot of Techila into the one. He pours almond liquior into the a shot glass and then a shot of bailies. He tops my shot off with whipped cream as I place my money on the counter and pay for the drinks.
I take Liz to the bar so that we can get something to drink. "What would you like to drink, my amore?" I ask her. I hope that she doesn't mind me calling her 'my love' because that is exactly what she is. She is the love that I have been looking for. I know that we have only known each other a short amount of time, but I can feel it deep in my heart, that she is the one that it meant for me.
"Blow job". He commands. I raise an eyebrow clearly intrigued by his choice. His sexy smirk leaves me breathing heavy. I need to get it together before I try to touch him inappropriately in public. My man places the money on the bar and then looks up at me. I take a sliced lemon in one hand an the salt shaker from the bar in the other. I give him a suggestive smile before questioning moxily, "Do you care if I use you to get the taste of Tequila out of my mouth?" His darkened expression affects me in ways that shouldn't be possible. Mmmm.
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Maria looks skeptically at my choice of drinks I smirk knowing that was one of the things I wanted later. maybe in the form of 69 so we could both give and recieve pleasure. She smiles at me suggestively and draws me out of my thoughts when I hear. "Do you care if I use you to get the taste of Tequila out of my mouth?" My eyes darken while I nod my head yes. Leaning into her, I whisper, "We should dance after this so you can show me those moves."
She shakes his head yes and then responds by leaning in real close so only he and I can hear the conversation. "We should dance after this so you can show me those moves." I lick my lips in anticipation. This is gonna be. "All good things come to those who wait." I spout off before getting up on my tip toes and licking a spot on his neck. I can see his control diminishing before my eyes and I have to say it gets me all hot and bothered.
Shaking the salt on the moistened area I give him a devilish smirk before raising up to lick the salt off of the hollow of his throat. Mmmm. I throw the shot back and then take a bite of lemon to remove the sting. Once the liquid fire is gone I beam at him wickedly. "Take me to the dance floor." I command.
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Maria says, "All good things come to those who wait." making me gulp as she stands on her tip toes. She sends a shiver down my spine as she licks the side of my neck. I will for self control as she gives me a devilish smile and shakes salt onto the hollow of my neck. her tongue touches my neck sending a bolt right to my cock. I pick up my drink and throw it back while she thows back the shot and sucks the lemon. "Take me to the dance floor,"she commands.
Taking her hand in my hand, I lead her out onto the dance floor. Bringing her body close to my body I move my hand down her back to cup her ass cheek in the palm of my hand. We start moving together to the beat of the music almost as if are bodies are one. I move my mouth to her neck and gently nip at her rapidly beating pulse.
He takes my hand in his and brings me to where I requested. Once we are there he draws me close to his body. I shiver when he hand cups my ass pressing our bodies together so that nothing may separate us. The wild latin music is unlike anything I've ever heard before but I follow Michael's lead and when his mouth drops down to my neck it's all I can do to keep my roaming hands out of places that would get us in trouble. He playfully nips at my tender neck and I swallow trying to curb the urge to grasp him hard and ready in my hand.
That would only lead us down a road we can't take while in here. Instead I try to distract myself by trailing my nails down his back. The more he gets to me the harded I sink my nails into his flesh. Not wanting to cause a scene I throw my arms around his neck leaning on him completely for support. With what he's doing to my body I don't think my knees will hold out much longer. Needing to taste him I lean up and place a soft sensual kiss on his lips.
Love is not finding the perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.Looking for a little magic?Practical Enchantment
I feel her swallow as I playfully nip at her neck. That will teach you to tease me. She digs her nails into my back and I grind my hips harder while wanting us to be flesh to flesh. She throws her arms around my neck and brings her mouth to mine. I capture her mouth in a passionate kiss while moving my hips to the beat of the music. I am sure she can feel how hard she is making me and how much I want to be with her later. Breaking the kiss for air, I bring my mouth to her ear and whisper, "God, I want you."
We break for air when the need for oxygen is mandatory. I gasp in delight and press our bodies that much closer causing our bodies to grind together in the pefect rhythum that is as old as time itself. My lover's breath hot on my neck almost sends me teetering over the edge when he whispers huskily, "God, I want you." I smile unable to stop the grin from spreading across my features. I adore how aroused I can make him with little to no effort on my part.
He needs to feel me just as I need him. Words cannot describe it. In fact trying to analyze primanl instincts only cheapen their meaning. "Really now." I tease biting my lip at the ministrations that are causing me to pant like a bitch in heat. "The feeling is mutual, buddy." I reveal running my tongue over the strong curve of his jaw. He clenches it and It's then that I realize he's waging his own battle of innrer turmoil over self control and my flirtacious actions are only making it harder (pun intended)
Love is not finding the perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.Looking for a little magic?Practical Enchantment
