Ellis kept his hands on her hips while moving closer then closer until he put his body on hers. Once they connected, he began to grind against her. There was that vampire thing again. The lure to follow his lead.
She sucked her bottom lip in between her teeth. The push and pull of their bodies on the dance floor were more than a little sexual. It was food for her starving soul and body—simply delicious.
Ellis felt it too because it wasn’t long before a bulge began to form in his pants. Each time their bodies touched, Haven felt him swell until it was impossible to ignore the fact that he had a raging hard-on.
She guessed what they were doing could be considered dancing, but he was making her body sing a high note. Between the wine and the sexual chemistry, Haven was emboldened to push the boundaries a little further and decided to leave her inhibitions somewhere else. She upped the ante as she moved more aggressively to the rhythm and rolled her hips into him.
Haven raised her arms above her head before lowering one of them behind her and encircled it around his neck capturing his head in an embrace meant to keep him close. She leaned her own head backward exposing the soft side of her neck to him.
Ellis’ lips hovered just above her tender flesh while his hands traveled up her body until they came to the sides of her breasts. Haven’s nipples hardened, and she heated up a few more degrees. Her mind raced. She thought, touch me. Haven wanted to feel his hands on her. Her breath stopped when his thumbs came close but didn’t caress her insanely sensitive breasts the way she wanted.
His lips moved just above her ear. “Damn, you feel good.” Ellis wasn’t sure if she’d heard him.
She heard every word. “Then, touch me like you mean it.” With her free hand, Haven placed it on top of his and dragged it down to the tops of her thighs and just underneath her fringed dress to ensure he understood her meaning—if he wanted to explore a little further, Haven was game.
Ellis used his fingers to circle around the lace of her thigh-high stocking. No one could ever say he wasn’t a curious sort. After a brief hesitation, he slid his hands in between her thighs.
Haven bit down on her lip.
When he touched her sensitive flesh through her lace panty, she shivered all over and ground into him even harder. Haven wanted more. She gasped, “Yasssss.”
Ellis continued to run his fingers up and down the center of her now swollen sex. His voice was rough. “Little girl, you have no idea what you’re asking for. You’re playing with fire. I’ll break you.”
Haven was tired of always being the good girl, the responsible one. Tonight, she wanted to play with a little fire. “Maybe I want to be broken.”
He moaned at her open invitation. “I want to pound you so hard until I feel you exploding and pulsing all over me.”
Haven’s body was humming. She was breathless. “Okay.” Her hands slowly made their way to that bulge in the front of his pants. She squeezed. “I think we want the same things.”
Ellis closed his eyes and gritted his teeth.
She could barely catch her breath. Haven turned around in Ellis’s arms and touched her lips to his. However, he took over and captured her mouth in a kiss. It was hot, hungry, and needy as he thrust his tongue deep into her mouth and down her throat. Just as eager, and greedily, Haven kissed him back.
During their heart-pounding, heart-stopping kiss, the music stopped. It took a while for the two of them to realize it. Reluctantly, they pulled away from each other.
She touched the tips of her fingers to her lips then whispered, “I’m on fire.”
His voice was husky. “Let’s go.”
*****
They paid the bill and grabbed their things in record time. As soon as they entered the back of the limo, neither of them could keep their hands off of the other.
Ellis somehow had the presence of mind to raise the privacy window. Their kisses continued to be urgent as they devoured one another.
He pressed her down onto the back seat and lifted her dress up around her waist never breaking their kiss. Mixed in between their harsh breathing was a ripping noise. Ellis was so eager that the scrap of material Haven once called panties was torn off and thrown on the floor.
Ellis maneuvered himself in between her soft caramel thighs—pressing his hardness into her center. He’d often wondered how her legs would feel wrapped around him. After lifting them by the underside of her knees, and wrapping them around his waist, he finally had his answer. Perfect.
Haven crossed her legs at the ankles. It was apparent, those thigh-high stockings and heels were going to stay on. She managed to unzip Ellis’ pants and reach inside the waistband of his briefs to touch him. He was like silk wrapped around steel. A large piece of steel. Her hands could barely close around him. However, the moment her fingers got a good grip, his eyes rolled back, and his head fell backward. His mouth parted.
Ellis thought he might explode on the spot. Her touch was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. There was no comparison.
The car quickly filled up with their sighs and moans until a voice came
