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Z.H.| Havana (extended)

Song Recommendations
Havana by Camila Cabello
Life of the Party by The Weeknd

I wasn't expecting to travel to Havana and get absolutely plastered, but after my horrific breakup I figured I need a vacation. Everything seems to be falling apart back home, I need just one night to let loose and forget everything.

Me and my group of girls strut into the lively club, said to be a hit tourist attraction from a crinkled pamphlet, and head straight for the bar.

The scene is definitely what I had been craving; neon lights dancing amongst the darkness, people living in the moment, alcohol intoxicating each and every one of them, and loud music. I pick up drinks with my squad and we all locate a round booth across from another filled with 5 hotties.

We scoot into the round padded booth and take our first sips of alcohol-at this club at least. My friends carry on a conversation that I just can't interest myself in because I keep locking eyes with one of the hotties in the booth across from me.

He sits in the middle, brown hair, hooded eyes, sharp jaw and a curious and intrigued look on his face. 

"I'm gonna go dance," I shout over the music to inform my friends before slipping out of the booth. I'm hoping that the cute guy will follow.

I prance onto the dance floor in my too tall stilettos, and much to my delight, my mystery man is hot on my tail. A sexy song bumps through the speakers, right on time. I turn on the balls of my feet, whipping my hair and moving my hips to the beat, encouraging this sexy stranger further.

He looks me up and down, stepping closer to me before placing his hands on my hips, guiding me to the music. After a few minutes, our dancing transitions into grinding, and it's getting hotter by the second. At this point my mind is nowhere else but on the dance floor.

"Wanna go back to my place?" He finally speaks. 

His voice is deeper than I'd expected, and it's rich and smooth. I settle for a nod rather than trying to shout over the bass of the song. He smiles and leads me outside where we no longer need to shout.

"Where are you staying?" I question. 

"Just a block over, it won't take long," he answers, walking towards his hotel. 

He was right, it really didn't take long. We were out of the humid Havana night air and in his hotel room in no time.

His lips meet mine and his hands once again place themselves on my hips, this time moving me backwards until I bump into a table with just a few items on it. He leans in and swipes all the contents onto the floor in one movement. Next, he lays me down so my back is against the cool wooden surface.

He unbuttons his shirt as he climbs over me onto the table, leaving his shirt open as he dips down to kiss my neck. I bunch up the material on his shoulders and pull it off of him, tossing it on the polished wooden floor. His hands unzip my dress and slip it off of me quickly, leaving me in my skimpy two piece ensemble.

It's not long before we are both naked on the table. The sexy stranger waits for a quick nod of approval which I grant him hurriedly before pushing himself into me. A wild moan escapes my mouth as I feel him stretch me out. My ex is the farthest thing from my mind right now.

"Shit," he groans. 

My hand squeezes his arm trying to steady myself as much as I can, but it's no use-he's just going too hard, and I don't want him to stop. Suddenly he picks me up off the table and moves us to the floor.

His arms hold himself up next to my head as he rams himself back into me. He leans back down to leave more marks on my neck, pushing me close to the edge.