What are our chances?

Dance with you

Kat's heart fluttered as she stood before the mirror, smoothing down the fabric of her midnight-blue dress. The past few days had been a whirlwind within the confines of Damian's bedroom, bathroom, living room, and kitchen, even the garden played host to an adventurous evening of passion. Tonight, however, they were stepping out into the bustling city of Los Angeles to attend the grand opening of one of Damians close friends new restaurant.

Damian's hand brushed against Kats, his touch sending a shiver down her spine. "You look beautiful," he whispered, his eyes locked onto hers in a way that made her knees go weak.

Kat blushed and gave him a shy smile. "And you clean up pretty well yourself." She ran her index finger down the buttons of his crisp white shirt, playfully pausing at his belt buckle.

"If we skip starters and dessert we could be back in an hour." He winked jovially before kissing her forehead.

"Or we could have an earth shattering 3 minutes now and still fit in a pudding." She cackled, abruptly stopping as Damian cocked an eyebrow before stalking closer towards her, closing the gap so quickly she was backed up against his dresser like prey about to be devoured by its predator. Her excitable gasp audible as he pressed himself up against her.

"3 minutes huh..." His hand ran up the inside of her thigh, his fingers pressing gently over the thin lace of material covering her intimate area. "Feels doable to me." He smirked feeling the fabric dampen around his fingers.

Kat felt the instant rush of warmth to her cheeks as she blushed with embarrassment that she was so visibly ready for him. Pulling the fabric to one side he let his finger slip very slowly across her, instantly her body responded and he smiled pleasingly.

"Damian." She whispered as his finger slipped inside her.

"You want me to stop?" He paused momentarily, smirking again as her body chased his touch.

"No." She pulled her lower lip between her teeth as he dropped to his knees and nipped at her tender bud with his teeth. "Oh God" she moaned feeling a burning warmth build from the mixture of pain and pleasure he was causing between nips, licks and kisses. Filling her with two fingers he continued to skilfully alternate momentum between his teeth and his tongue. The pressure of him hitting both inside and out rapidly built deep down in her core until she couldn't bare it anymore, she looked down and was greeted by the primal sight of him devouring her, his other hand had her now crumpled dress firmly fisted at her waist and her hands instinctively moved into his tousled mousey brown hair gripping handfuls as another sultry moan left her body. Using the edge of the dresser to help arch her back she was able to open up for him a little more and his fingers slipped in even further causing that low burning sensation to finally erupt. She came apart, calling out his name and shuddering into him as he wrapped one arm around her waist to keep her in place whilst he continued to help her ride out her orgasam with his tongue.

"And with 30 seconds left to spare." He grinned and rose to his feet peering down at her, and pulling her into his chest as she continued to catch her breath.

"I guess that's the starter covered." She giggled to herself, still a little delirious from her experience.

Getting to his feet he smiled before resting his forehead on hers and held her silently for a moment.

"I think I've ruined your dress." He finally broke the silence.

"Totally worth it." She grinned. Kissing him gently and tasting herself in the process. "We better get going." She sighed after pulling away and patting down her dress.

"Straight back yeah?" He playfully grinned.

"Straight back." She echoed slipping out of his hold to fix her make up and ensure she was presentable for the public eye.