dark, dangerous corners
I don’t know what the hell her name is, but right now, I don’t care……as long as she keeps doing that thing with her tongue. Jesus!
The DJ spun the next track as if he had their passion in mind. Enigma slowly mixed in with Principles of Lust, flowing smoothly through the dark corners of the bar. The speakers just above their crowded corner drowned out any noise, but it couldn’t mute the soft mewling sounds he made or the heavy breathing she poured into his ear as she chewed on his lobe.
Oh, that’s it, baby. That’s it. Damn.
He leaned in closer, turning his head, trying to reciprocate as she broke away from his ear, pulling it with her teeth briefly, sending a shiver down his spine, a spear of pain and pleasure mixed. Her lips and tongue pressed against his neck just below the corner of his jaw; she could taste his salty mixture forming from their dancing only moments before. It was tender here, too, just as tender as his lips had been, but the taste was so singular, so unexpected. It was all she could do to keep from lapping at his throat, trying to drink in every drop of his perspiration, to capture his essence.
Leaning back against the wall now, he opened himself to giving her more of him, exposing his throat to her ministrations. He sighed, his chest rising as rapidly as his heart beat, swallowing the huge gulp pressing against her searching lips. Suddenly he could feel her breath, hot and humid against his neck, and then her lips were pressed against his again, his head pushed back against the wall, her hand coming up, grasping at his t-shirt, squeezing it, twisting it forcefully.
The drink in her hand teetered unsteadily in her grasp as the rest of her body focused on the prize. She leaned forward on the stool, pressing her body against his, driving him further into the corner, into the darkness, into the wave of cascading notes and beats that dripped from the black boxes overhead. The rest of the bar faded away as she took his tongue in her mouth.
Oh my God, baby! Yes! Just what you said on the floor, just what you said to me. You are so perfect!
Her breasts pressed against him, two flimsy swatches of cloth separating their burning skin. He felt her nipples harden just as his own body began reacting. Eyes closed, he pressed himself against her, feeling the warmth of her sinful curves. He could smell her heat, the sweat on her body, the pulse between her fingers as her hand slid up and gripped his shoulder tightly. His tongue delved deeper into her mouth, dancing with hers as he tasted her joy, her thrill, her desire.
With their bodies pressed against the corner, lost in the soundscape, hidden in the shadows, he could feel her pull away slightly, detach for a moment. She set her glass on the shelf, and then she was back full-force, sliding between his legs, driving them apart, pressing against him again, exploring his mouth with her tongue. He surrendered to her forceful craving and welcomed her passion, giving himself over to her subtle direction.
It’s all yours, baby. Whatever you want; it’s all yours.
His mind racing, the sensations coming in overwhelmed him. Her mouth pressed against his, her tongue dancing inside, her hands gripping, squeezing, pulling, clawing. He jerked suddenly, eyes open in fear, a sudden rush – her hand released his zipper and slipped inside his jeans, grasping his throbbing erection and pulling it free.
Oh my God! Oh my God!
Her tongue violated his mouth with its intensity; his mind was tripping, falling over itself as she began to stroke him. His breathing heavier and heavier, his chest heaved as she drove on, taking him on a journey he had hardly imagined possible. Principles of Lust slipped away into the night as she bent to take him in her mouth there in the dark, dangerous corner.
