Dancing with the Devil

Sweet Seduction II

'Am I dreaming?'

Your mind was racing as he opened the door to the stretch limo that was waiting just outside the door. You bent to peer inside and a smile pulled at your lips as you took in the lush maroon carpeting, the soft gray leather and the red lighting the seem to outline the interior. The hand on your lower back gently guided you onto the seat and you continued to stare as you slid across to give him room behind you. There was a small but perfectly stocked bar with several different types of glasses and decanters all filled with different colored liquids. In the chilled round cooler was a un opened bottle of champagne and as the door shut, the gorgeous man to your left leaned forward to grasp the slender neck, his small yet elegant fingers wrapping around the glass made you squirm as you remembered them around your own neck not moments ago. You let your eyes wander, taking in the fine details of the cab but the POP of the cork made you jump as you quickly cover your mouth to suppress the scream. You let a small giggle escape instead and he reaches over to take the hand still hiding the smile and brings it to his plump red-stained lips.

"Don't hide from me Pet." his voice like a soft purr as his amber eyes take in your flush face. Setting your hand on his thigh, he reaches forward for two long stemmed crystal flutes, carefully pouring the champagne even as the car cruises forward on the rough road. He hands you the first, making sure you take it with right hand so that you left would stay on his firm, muscular leg, before he pours another and places the bottle back into the ice.

"Why are you so far away from me my pet?" he coos to you, a small pout forming on his lips and you look to see that there is barely a foot of space between you. Your cheeks turn pink as you scoot closer to him, making sure to not spill the drink as you move. With your legs now touching you can feel how cool his skin is against your heat, something you noticed before but were too distracted to mention. As if he can sense your thoughts he lifts your chin with his gentle hand, looking deep into your hazel eyes with concern.

"What is it my darling?" His face is so heavenly that it makes your heart sigh and you lean into his caress as he cups your cheek before traveling down to trace his thumb over your pulse. You had so many questions but didn't know how to ask them, one standing out to you more than anything else.

"Why me?" you asked in a small voice as you raised your eyes to look at him through your lashes. You were confident in your body and your face was pretty, but this man was angelic and sinful at the same time. What could he possibly see in you?

"You are perfect my pet and we were made for each other. Your heart calls to mine, do you not hear it?" before you could answer he leaned forward to capture your lips in a deep, slow kiss. His plump and skillful mouth moving over your own, making you sigh into his embrace. Trailing his hand back to the nape of your neck as the other took the glass from your fingers with the other, placing it on the small ledge before resting it on your bare thigh. The chill of his skin sending a shiver up your spine, thrilling you as you bring your hands up to rest on his fit chest. The top two buttons were open, leaving his pale marble skin exposed for you to touch, making him purr into the kiss as you ran your short red nails over his smooth skin.

The hand at your neck traced up into your hair, fisting at the base as he gripped your soft curls tightly. Pulling back with a firm hand, his lips trailed down your stretched neck, running his tongue over the pulse that he so desperately needed to feel. Your eyes remained closed as you let him feast on your skin with his tongue, lips and teeth, leaving little purple marks along your collarbone as he traveled down to you breast, which you forgot were still bare except for the shear dress. he ran his tongue over your perky nipple over the sheer fabric which created a new sensation that you weren't prepared for, causing you to grip at his silk shirt and cry out. The knot in your core intensified as he pulled the bud between his teeth before sucking hard, your pussy dripping in response. He let go of your hair and you looked into his intense eyes as he pulled away from your heaving bosom. Your hands loosened their grip and moved down to his belt, toying with the buckle as you looked coyly into his eyes. With a small chuckle, he leaned back, letting his hands rest on his thighs as he looked at you with his arched brow.