His Smile: when they lose themselves - Sex Stories

His Smile: when they lose themselves

... me to see that that little fact didn’t sit well with him. He then hauled me out of my seat and practically dragged me to the dance floor, but not before shooting a fierce glare at Paulo who ducked his head behind the glass he was wiping. He then proceeded to take us to a spot on the floor away from our friends who were oblivious to everything that was happening. The deafening music was still the kind that led to hip gyrating and moving as Daniel clenched his hands on my hips and pulled me to him until there wasn’t even space for air between us. His right hand moved my hip to rest just above the right cheek of my ass while his left hand travelled across my back holding my snug against him. He began to move his hips causing mine, which were practically glued to his, to move in sync and I could feel the outline of his dick press against me. He bent his head closer to me and whispered, “Let go, beautiful,” as his right hand moved to my thigh and hitched my skirt up a bit as he separated my legs with his hold. He then moved his leg and rested it between my legs so that my core rubbed against his jean clad thigh causing a friction that made me moan and shiver every time he moved us. My arms clung to his neck as his hands ran down my sides to the edges of my dress, hiking it up further so that only my panties and his jeans separated our skin. He then proceeded to bend his head and suckle on the skin where my neck meets my collar bone as he moved the leg that was under me, ...

... pressing me down on it to feel the full impact of his actions. I was delirious as our sweaty bodies found a rhythm to the bass in the background. Soon I was moving my hips and humping myself on his leg while his lips continued their slaughter of my senses as they travelled a little lower, stopping just above the collar of my dress. His tongue flicked my cleavage and he pressed us together still, dragging me up his leg so that my core felt every inch of the friction that motion caused. My panties had ridden up but they were of no use to me anyway. I was creaming so much I was sure I’d drenched his leg in my juices. I could smell my sent as we danced and I knew he smelt it too. His dick, now hard was pressed up against the beginnings of my core and he quickened the movement of his hips. We were practically fucking each other on the dance floor oblivious to any attention we may have attracted, however I was sure everyone else was too busy finding someone to take home to bother with us. It was too dark to see what we were doing and everyone was pretty much drunk anyway. That, tripled with the dizzying flashing strobe lights in the smoky pub, might as well be the equivalent to being invisible. I’d let this go pretty far as it was and I didn’t think Daniel would go further, but it turned out that he’d adopted an ‘all out’ motto as well. He squeezed my ass then moved his hand upwards underneath my dress, stopping just as he reached my clit. I looked up at him, the fog of desire that ...