Bella's Babe

8)Wine Colored Lips Part II

Previously

I took another sip, longer this time, watching Maria as she watched me over the rim of my glass.

"You like it," she said, already knowing the answer. "That means I've been right twice tonight."

"You win a prize for the third," I flirted.

"Is that right?" she purred. "I should hurry and find another subject to be right about, then. I've already chosen my prize."

"What do you want?" I asked, breathless, hoping that she wanted the same thing that I did.

She leaned in closer and let her hot breath tickle my ear. "You."

She bit down on my earlobe and held it between her teeth. I hissed as my spine straightened and my breath caught. Without thinking, my hand shot up between us and grabbed a fist full of her hair, pulling sharply. There was a moment of tension where neither of us moved, the air around us thick with lust.

She released my flesh and let her tongue slip out, soothing the place where she bit and raising goosebumps all over my body at the same time. "I will get what I want tonight, of this I am sure. I always get what I want."

Slipping my fingers out of her hair as she sat back down beside me, I looked at her with intensity, my chest rising and falling hard with each breath. "That makes three," I breathed.

Maria smirked, then reached out, running her knuckles across my cheek, stroking it softly all the way down to my chin. "So beautiful," she murmured, making me blush, and her cocky smirk turned into a genuine smile.

I could hardly believe how intense everything felt with her. Here I was, a twenty-one year old virgin, desperate to go home with this woman that I had just met. And I was just that; desperate. Her lips on my arm, her teeth on my ear, and now her fingertips ghosting down my arm did nothing but ignite a fire inside of me and make me want even more from her.

She reached the end of my arms and twined her fingers with mine as a new song began to play. I immediately recognized the drum beat immediately, and when the guitar riff began, it was unmistakable: Santana. Maria, Maria.

She reached out to me with her other hand, grabbing me by the hip, her thumb grazing the exposed skin between the top of my jeans and my shirt, and pulled me out of my seat.

"It's my song," she purred. "Dance with me."

I let her lead me onto the dance floor, watching her hips swaying seductively as she walked in front of me. Even walking, she was moving to the beat.

She found a place that she liked, near the center of the dance floor, and stopped, turning back toward me. Instead of letting go of my hand, she used it to pull me into her, then raised it up to her shoulder before finally releasing it. With my hand on her shoulder and one of hers on either of my hips, we began to sway. She led me, her hips circling provocatively while her darkly-lined eyes burned into me.

The tequila and rum had clearly lowered my inhibitions. We were in the center of the dance floor, where usually I would have felt self-conscious, but I didn't care if everyone in the bar was watching us - I only saw Maria. I put pressure on her shoulder, encouraging her to get closer to me. Our hips were grinding together, but I wanted the rest of her too.

Understanding my silent request, she leaned in toward me, bringing herself close enough that her breasts grazed mine. It was nothing I'd ever considered before, but I had a feeling that it was going to impossible not to think about after tonight.

As we danced, I watched her wine-colored lips as she softly sang along with the song. Her hands began moving up my body, slowly tracing my sides. I shivered when her thumbs grazed the curve on the underside of my breasts, and Maria smirked, knowing what she was doing to me.

Her fingertips found their way into my hair and she leaned in even closer so that we were pressed against each other from shoulder to hip. We moved in tandem, her hips rolling against mine, her thigh rubbing against the inseam of my tightly-fitted jeans, making me moan softly.

Her warm breath teased my ear as she began to whisper to me. "You like that, Beautiful? Imagine when my fingers replace my thigh later, when there is no fabric between your body and mine."

I groaned and splayed my fingers across her bare shoulder, then dragged my hand down her back, letting her feel through the pressure I used just how much she was affecting me.

"My drink tasted good, didn't it, Beautiful?" she continued in the same sultry whisper. "Do you wonder how I taste? Do you want to find out?"

It was the only thing I had thought about since she'd first asked if I wanted to taste her drink, actually. The lace hipsters I was wearing were becoming more and more uncomfortable with every second I considered the idea.

Tilting my head toward her, I trailed my tongue over the sensitive skin just behind her ear, then whispered, "I want to find out now, Maria. Let's go."

She leaned back away from me and smirked, shaking her head. "I'm not done dancing," she said.

:D Intense.......