Unexpected Connection

Euphoric

The door slams with a reverberating clang as our bodies collide into it, tumbling forward in a chaotic entanglement. We stagger, limbs intertwined, our mouths locked in a fierce battle for supremacy.

“Out,” he growls, his voice cutting through the muted sounds of music just beyond the door. The other couple disentangles themselves in a flurry, their hurried footsteps echoing faintly before fading away. He doesn't spare them a glance, his attention wholly focused on me as he presses me against the wall, his arm firmly across my chest, and swiftly turns the deadbolt.

A pause hangs between us, the thudding of our hearts in sync, drowned out by the distant bass thumping of the club. His eyes, intense and hungry, devour me whole.

Every fiber of my being screams for more, a desperate need for release coursing through me. I try to reclaim his mouth with mine, but he presses me harder against the wall, a whimper of desire escaping me. A smirk plays on his lips in response. Leaning in, he breathes against my neck, “What do you want?”

A shiver runs down my body, followed by a surge of intense heat. Words fail me in the moment, so I reach for the clasp on his pants. He swiftly deflects my attempt with a deft swipe of his hand, knocking mine away with the back of his. Drawing closer, he murmurs, “Impatient.”

His lips graze mine teasingly. “You want to know what I want?”

My eyes close as my pulse quickens even more, I nod. I feel him smile against my skin, moving closer to whisper directly in my ear, “I want to taste every inch of you,” I let you a small gasp, he presses his body against mine, nudging my knees apart with his as he continues- his voice stern, “I want to make you mine, only mine.” My mouth opens slightly as my head rolls back, whining softly as his teeth lightly brush against my earlobe, “Can I do that, Pink?”

He pulls back to scan my face, his gaze softening into an inquiring lust. Searching his face for the catch, the crack in the facade only to find there is nothing but genuine desire. I had been with other partners before but none have looked at me like he is at this moment.

I reach out again, this time to run my fingers through his hair framing his face. His hold relaxes, eyes falling down admiring our forms fused together. His hands roaming down the sides of my body. Cautiously running only a couple fingers against me at a time. Leaning in, I whisper against his mouth, “Yes…” before wrapping my arms around his neck, claiming his lips once more with added passion. I drag my tongue over his teeth, swallowing his groan as I grind against him.

He spins us around, coaxing me towards the counter by the sink- tenderly propping me on the ledge. Meticulously kissing down my neck, as he pulls my top over my head, letting it drop to the floor. I lean back against the mirror as my chest receives thorough admiration. Eyes rolling back and eyelids closing, enjoying the sensation of his lips pressing against my newly exposed flesh.

His body lowers further, fingers hooking on the waistband of my leggings and I kick my boots off. He kisses approvingly across my hips as I raise them slightly, allowing the fabric to be pulled down and join my discarded shirt. Prompting my legs further apart as he takes placement between them, kneeling on the floor before me.

Frozen in place as he nuzzles the soft skin of my inner thigh, I shudder feeling his face getting closer to my burning core. Toying with the thin fabric of my hipsters, his lips trail along the hem- I squirm and he reaches up, pinning my hips to the counter with the palm of his hand. With the other, he skillfully pulls my undergarments off with a fluid movement. Goosebumps flare across my body at the sudden exposure and contrast of heat against the cool air surrounding us.