We dance. Her hips hypnotize me to her grinding rhythm while her eyes never leave mine. Through the rhythmic chaos, she hands me a cup and orders me to drink from it. I do as if I had a choice.
She takes my hand, smiles, and firmly places it on her ass, still swaying in the midnight aura. I pull her towards me, closer. Her breath on my neck. I try to resist, but those sapphire eyes pierce what’s left of my self-control.
I felt it the first time a few weeks ago, the connection. At first, I denied it, but every time I see her, I slowly fall a little more. No point in holding back anymore. No reason to deny it. I’m done being a slave to my past. Tonight, I live.
After about my sixth cup of her wine, I feel the ground slip from beneath me. The room sways drunkenly. The floor can barely stand still. All the lights shine much more vibrantly. The colors of my perspective begin to blend, and yet she never leaves my side.
We spend hours exploring each other’s bodies with our hands and thighs. I could spend the rest of my hours here with her, but she’s had enough dancing. She takes my hand, leads me out of the dining hall in the direction of my empty room without saying a word.
I’m completely fucked up. The wine is making walking the most insurmountable task imaginable. Everything has become a blurry haze of apathy and laughter. Flashes of her sweat glistened body shoot across my mind and I find myself wondering what her lips would taste like.
Our drunken, stumbly adventure finally leads us to my door, a salvaged piece of fiberboard on two hinges.
We stop. She looks up at me. Her dirty thoughts are written across that devious half-smile. Her awaiting eyes beg.
I know exactly what she wants.
“Fuck it,” I whisper under my breath, as I dive into her lips with mine. I kiss her with a fire hotter than all the stars in the universe. She ignites wrapping her arms around me, throwing herself into my grasp. Our lungs racing. Our hearts beat in rapid unison. This is long overdue.
“I’ve wanted you since the first time I laid eyes on you,” she whispers into my ear just before my teeth land on her neck. A subtle moan escapes her.
My bite breaks only long enough for my lips to lightly blow over her chill bumps. I can feel her smiling.
Her hand goes straight for my pants.
Walking her through the doorway, I throw her on her back across the pallet bed.
Ripping open her blouse, I expose her perfect, teardrop breasts. One fits completely in my mouth. My palm finds the other.
Her back arches off the pallet as my tongue digs into the center of her tiny pink nipple. I slide my hand down to her bare stomach, fingers walking slowly around the rim of her skirt before circling back to her navel.
Her body responds.
Slowly, I work my way down. My lips meet her soft skin every few inches. She raises her hips and eagerly slides her skirt to her ankles before giving it one final kick to the floor. Her war paint ignites the room. Her body is on fire, and tonight she’s mine.
My kisses inch further, becoming hungrier, more aggressive. Forcing her legs apart, my lips suck the inner sides of her thighs. Like a magnet, my hand finds her warm essence.
A finger slips inside her. Her back arches further until she can’t handle it any longer, grabbing my head forcing me to her center.
My lips graze her clitoris as they land a kiss on her wet lips. She doesn’t let go as she grinds into my mouth without remorse, exhaling a quiet grunt of pleasure.
With two fingers I spread her open and push my tongue into her vigorously.
She explodes. Her legs wrap snugly around my head. Her toes curl. I attack her sweet innocence with a hunger quenched only by the sound of her screaming with pleasure.
Her legs squeeze tighter. Suddenly, I’m lightheaded, high from her nectar. With two handfuls of my hair, she pulls my face deeper into her raised pelvis until she finally lets out a roar that echoes throughout the stillness of the room and down every corridor of Elysium. Fucking animal.
Lowering herself back onto the bed, her body quivers. I feel her dripping down my stubble. The bulge in my pants rages. Quickly shedding them on the floor, I position myself between her welcoming legs. Fuck, I’ve never been harder in my life.
She raises the shirt from my shoulders and hurriedly throws it to the ground.
Our eyes meet. I push into her.
Jacee’s perfect pink lips part and she screams soundlessly as I thrust into her. Her body adjusts, pushing me further, taking me all.
She wraps her legs around firmly as I begin to pump faster. Her nails digging into my back.
“Palin,” she whispers.
I lean in closer and wrap both of my hands around her ass from beneath. My thrusts getting faster, harder.
Her eyes burst wide. Her back arches. Her mouth snaps open. She moans as her body shudders around me. Violent waves crash through her. We’re going to wake up the entire cave.
I slam against her using her shoulders now to move in and out of the warmest thing I’ve ever felt in my life. She lifts her pelvis high and she wraps her legs around me as I feel myself about to erupt.
Our eyes lock. I push as deep as I can and release myself into her, collapsing into her gentle embrace. She rocks her hips and pulls me into her deeper. Lying on
