Wild Lover

Prologue...

"Careful," he told her, "I might touch something I'm not supposed to. You shouldn't tease me like that."

"Mmm," escaped again, but it was more of a purr this time. "I haven't begun to tease you. If I had, you would be too weak to stand, let alone dance."

"You've been challenging me all evening and I haven't lost yet. I'd like to see who makes who weak in the knees."

He turned her slightly, not missing a beat. They were now facing a far corner of the bar. They still danced but his back was to anyone watching and covered her efficiently. There was no one between the two of them and the wall.

Now, Isabelle felt as if they were truly alone.

He slid one hand down further, fitting his fingers between the top of her thighs, cupping her mound. Part of her could not believe this was happening. The more dominant part of her wanted more. When he arched his hand just right, she could feel the firm pressure of his fingers. She was getting some of what she wanted. He moved them up and down. Each time he came closer to her firm clit already peeking out between her folds.

Isabelle's  hips were no longer grinding round and round. She was now rocking them, making her sex more accessible. Her body welcomed the feel of what he was doing to her and the material that separated her skin from his seemed intrusive. She sighed, pressing her backside into him more firmly and then pressing herself into his hand.

Her pants had a side zipper. She felt her pants loosen as he slid the tiny piece of metal down. She felt him find the top of the silky triangle that barely shielded where he planned to go. Isabelle made no effort to stop him. She parted her legs as his hand slipped between them.

Suddenly, they dipped together and as they rose, his hand moved toward her center. She was so wet already. He smoothed what was there back through her lips with a finger. The finger paused on top of her clit.

Her hands had been lying on his forearms and she gripped them.

Still he did not move his hand.

That's when she let the back of her head rest against his chest. One of her hands physically pushed his arm downward so that the flesh of her weeping pussy was in his warm palm.

He drew his hand over it, stroking her-once, twice, then again. And, she moved her hips, showing her hunger for more. When he arched his hand and dipped his finger into her wetness, she moaned.

"You are so sexy," he told her as he brushed the pad of his finger, slick from her juices, across her clit.

Isabelle's  swollen clit was so sensitive now. She gasped, immediately.

He was talented, applying just enough pressure. Roman  drew pleasure from her. Each time he worked his finger around her clit, her pleasure increased. He had a rhythm that fell in line with how she moved and determined when he dragged his finger over the delicate unhooded bundle of nerves. From the way her hips moved and the low sounds she made, he easily knew when he had found that spot—her spot. For each woman, it was different. It was the spot that when manipulated just right and at the right speed made her lose all control. He knew exactly how to work it.

Her pleasure was spiking. She closed her eyes and rode his touch, her climax coming.

Just as she was on the edge and tottering, ready to fall, he stopped. Romans  finger slid between the folds of her inner lips and dipped into her drenched opening, going as far as he could.

Squeezing his arms again, she whimpered.

Since she was pressed against his chest, she could feel the low grumble of laughter.

"Who is the weak one now," he teased.

Although wanting to protest, a word slipped through her lips. "Me."

He manipulated her pussy, flicking her clit before focusing again on her spot.

"I'm going... going... to come."

"Then come," he whispered.

When her orgasm hit, her pussy contracted and pulsated so forcefully that her right leg shook. The orgasm rolled over her in strong waves as Roman  continued his assault. It was too much stimulation, too good. She tightened her strong thighs in an attempt to still his hand.

She knew he had a wide smile on his face as he cupped her pussy once again and allowed her ripples of pleasure to calm. It would be a while before the residual effects dissipated. They definitely had not stopped completely when he spoke. He could feel that much.

"You are delicious," he told her after slipping his finger in between his lips to taste her. "And, I do believe I won."

The two of them laughed as she adjusted her pants and zipped herself up. He continued to shield her from anyone's view.

Oh my God, she thought as they returned to their group. How had she gotten herself into this situation? Isabelle had never let something like this happen before, not even in college. She was way too conscious of her image.