J BALVIN IMAGINES

ahora pt 2

I enjoyed writing this a little too much ;)

Nena - pet name, similar to "baby".

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The music slowed down. What was up-beat reggeaton just one second ago became a ballad of half the tempo, but twice the sexual tension. Your eyes met his once again and you were sure he was undressing you with them, wondering what was to discover underneath that tight, short dress of yours.

He leant in to whisper the question for your name into your ear, probably fully aware of his stubble brushing against the sensitive skin of your neck. Tingles shot through your body, filling up every fibre and every cell.

Moving a little closer, you answered his inquiry and smiled when he in turn told you his own name.

José.

It caught you by surprise when a sudden, quite graphical, image of his face between your thighs appeared inside your mind. Or maybe it didn't surprise you at all. José was definitely a nice name to moan out.

Your hands, which were still determinedly placed on his chest, still seemed to lead their own life outside your control. One of them slowly slid upwards to cup José's neck, fingertips enjoying the contact with his warm skin. His hands conversely had now a tight grip on your hips, making them sway to his own, gentle movements. That way he made damn sure you stayed close to him and oh, were you loving it.

The adrenaline was still rushing through your bloodstream, empowering you to so much more than you thought you were capable of.

You turned around slowly, seductively, deliberately touching his crotch with your bum. His face was so close to your neck you could feel his exaggerated breathing, causing goosebumps to rise and hairs to stick up. It caused other physical reactions to take place as well, reactions you had to take care of later. His hands on your hips, dangerously close to the hem of your dress, only added up to the pool in your panties. His fingers would occasionally graze your bare skin, knowing exactly what that did to you.

"Come with me." José's words were uttered against your ear, his voice deep and raw. He lead the way away from the dancefloor into a secluded corner of the club where you would be alone and undisturbed, escaping the curious gazes of the crowd.

José gingerly moved you with your back against the wall. You gasped silently when you hit the bricks, not out of pain, but out of arousal. Being pressed against a wall was your number one fantasy.

His hand found its way to your neck, nonchalantly caressing your collarbone. As if he knew what you liked, as if he had touched you in this place a thousand times before. This man was toxic.

From his excessive gaze you became light-headed so badly you had to look down on what was in between you and him. Which wasn't a lot, to be honest, because you were standing so close to one another. Being alone with him, being so close to him, made you nervous.

"Nena," José growled to rebuild eye contact.

Taking a deep breath, you sheepishly lifted your head to meet his stare. His face had miraculously approached yours in the process, so much you could feel the heat he was emanating. With his eyes still locked on yours and your noses touching, you froze. You froze despite the heat of the moment and were completely unable to move. José didn't make it better when he licked his lips, his tongue nearly touching your awaiting mouth. 

The anticipation was almost too high to endure. His full, pink lips were dangerously close to yours while his big hands held your hips still, in place, keeping your whole lower body from moving. You could already feel his hot breath against your nose and closed your eyes from exhaustion, feeling depleted by the radiant energy he was exuding.

With shutting your eyes and eliminating one of your senses, the intensity of his smell surrounding you increased. You would have his cologne stuck to the fabric of your dress for days.

José eventually inched even closer with his masculine figure and at last brushed his lips against yours. The sensation was even better than you had expected and your hands instantly grabbed his shoulders for support.

Without hesitation you kissed him back, ready to just let him take you right there. Kissing him was similar to being comfortably drugged, a little high, just a little.

His tongue prodded at your lips, cautiously seeking permission to enter your mouth, which you willingly granted him. Your tongues danced together like long-lost lovers finally being reunited. José's grip on your waist tightened, your hips were now so serried you could feel his gradually growing erection, which you tried to ignore. You didn't want this night to end in his bed. In his arms, yeah, but you had reached that goal already.

This kiss was sobering you up and only distinguished kisses could do that.

José's lips left yours and it instantly felt like something was missing. With a smirk, he placed another peck on your swollen lips and took his phone out of his pocket.

"Will you give me your number?" There was a worried glint in his eyes, as if he was afraid you could say no. He handed you the phone, but instead you fetched your own phone from your bag and handed it to him.

"I don't have my number memorised," you lied. Guys like him were dangerous for your wellbeing, but at the same time, unfortunately, exactly your type. You wanted to make decision whether to contact him or not.

José took your phone and typed in his number, handing it back to you. You were completely sober now, your brain was gradually cooling down, and so was the rest of your body.

"Thanks," you smiled softly.

"I hope I'll see you again, nena." José fiercely took your face in his hands and placed another short, but passionate kiss on your lips.

Straightening your dress, you took a step away from him, loving the power you had over the situation. Oh, how tables can turn.

"Have a good night, José," you said cheekily, turning on your heels before blowing him a hand kiss, leaving him standing there, without your number, but with a hard-on.