The music thundered, pulsing physically against my chest. Its beat having no effect on the crowd jousting up against me that moves to its own disjointed rhythm. Each movement adding the sweltering heat that is cause and symptom of the madness spreading with the booming music. Though the only grip I am aware of is that of delicate fingers interlaced, a slender teether preventing the crowd from swallowing us up.
Suddenly there is a door. Beyond is darkness or so it seems after the strobing insanity. I whirl pulling her close, pulling her into darkness. Pinning her to the wall I bend down and our lips meet. Heat and madness pulse between us as the music vibrates around us. There is need and excitement as I fumble for the lock.
"Don't bother." She whispers, already fumbling st me zipper.
Stopping her with some reluctance I take her wrists and pull her deeper into the room. Her eyes glint with mischievous desire in the pale yellow light filtering in through the windows. Casting a golden hue over her skin and darken her dress. Stumbling blindly into a couch I transform my awkwardness into a smooth move that draws her down onto my lap in a totally convincing way that fools no one. Not that it matters as our lips combine and our arms wrap around each other. She begins to slide hot, damp silk over my member straining to be free. I increase my grib, holding her still. All her desire flows to her lips and I feel myself slipping into mindless lust. More so as I kiss down her neck and feel her heart hammering while her nails scrap across the back of my neck. Still I master the impulse to give in and start to master her. A move that only drives her to push harder to overwhelm me.
As I nibble her shoulder I pull at her straps. Drawing the dress down, pulling her arms down with it, to bunch the fabric over her stomach. My teeth chase the fabric only to be way laid by two wonderful mounds. Letting out just a hint of aggression as I sample her with growing force. My hands complete bundling the dress by drawing it up before returning to her hips. My grip growing harder as my teeth slide firmly along a nipple. The heat between us oppressive, crackling with possibility.
Lifting her from my lap I tell her what I want. She is eager to comply. Underwear is shifted and I am free, the air feeling frigid along my shaft compared to the luxurious heat my head buried itself in. For a moment she struggles against my grip. Knowing we are both desperate for the joining and might find ourselves discovered at any moment. But making her wait pleases us both. Only very slowly do I lower her, roaring all the while against the voices in my head screaming to just do it. Letting her adjust and welcome me, pacing my limited control as I descend into bliss. I hold us together, joined intimately in the cascade of life pulsing around us. Then I lift her, my own patience at an end. I begin to pump her up and down, feeling her melt completely into my control. Doing my best to thrust my hips in sync with her. We arch our backs, giving the heat some room to escape as it threatens to scald us. Lustful eyes suddenly thoughtful as she realizes I am treating her like a toy. A thought that was a bit too much. I feel her tensing as I loose myself and let loose. Her head snaps back as she bites her lip, stifling a scream. Quivering as she clamps down around me, fingers digging her thighs. I continue, slamming into her. Forcing more and more pleasure into her as her entire body shakes. Going on until the wracking waves begin to subside and some semblance of awareness returns to her eyes. And nervousness. She shouldn't have done that.
I smile knowingly. Lifting us both up with grunting effort. Turning and dumping her back down. It only takes a few strokes for my own climax to arrive. I begin tracing ropes over her heaving chest. Going on until I have no more to give and a not inconsiderable mess glistens in the pale light. With trembling fingers I take off her disheveled panties. Then I collapse next to her. Cuddling and smiling in exhausted pleasure. Tender kisses reassure her but I can sense some nervousness that lingers even after we recover.
"So how are you going to punish me?" She asks as I help her dress, with a dubious glance at the cum that just barely shows now.
Pushing her panties into a back pocket but leaving them clearly visible I answer, "Oh not too harshly. We do have to walk back out through that mob."
