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Maria sat at a table in the club. The music pulsating as people danced on the main floor. Slowly she stood up and closed her eyes and started moving to the music. Her hair glided over her shoulders as she moved her head, the short leather mini skirt slid up her thighs as she swayed her hips. Her tight tank top slipped up baring her midriff as her arms traveled up above her head, then back down, slipping down her neck, over her breasts, to her stomach, fingering the belly button ring then down to her hips and slowly down her thighs before starting back up the path it had just followed.
Michael watched her. Watched as her body swayed sensually. He was instantly hard; his eyes followed the path her hands roamed. He couldn’t take just watching her. He stood up and stalked across the floor to her. He stepped up behind her, his hands slipping around her waist, pulling her body flush against his.
Maria didn’t fight when she felt him pull her to him. She kept moving. Her hands slid back over his neck, her nails grazing lightly over his flesh, then down, over her breasts, over his hands that were clutching her hips, then down her thighs and over to his, then back the same way once again.
Michael dropped his head down to her neck, sucking on her flesh. He moved one of his hands from her hips to her arm and slipped the strap off her shoulder before promptly leaving a trail of moist kisses. He heard Maria moan low in her throat, then spun her around to face him. Her eyes still closed, she arched her back, and threw back her head. “Mmmmmm.” She moaned.
Maria ran her hands up his arms that were wrapped tightly around her waist as she leaned back. She ran them over his chest and up around his neck, and then through his hair. He lowered his mouth to her collarbone then kissed up her neck, finally catching her lips with his. His tongue prodded against her lips, she opened her mouth willingly letting their tongues explore each other’s mouths.
Michael pulled her closer, slipping his knee between her legs. Suddenly Maria was grinding down on his thigh. He could feel her wet heat through his jeans. He slid one hand down over her hip to her thigh, then slowly slid it up under the sorry excuse for a skirt. He expected to come in contact with her underwear, but only found warm flesh. “Jesus Maria.” He rasped. Slowly he moved his fingers to her center. Maria gasped and arched against him. Michael skimmed his fingers over her lower lips collecting her juices.
Maria cried out softly when he slowly slipped a finger inside her. “More. Michael. More. Please.” She begged, and was rewarded by him thrusting 3 fingers fully within her. Maria cried out again, but louder, but still too quiet to be heard over the loud thumping music. She felt Michael slowly start to move his fingers in and out, in and out of her. Her hips began undulating with the movement of his hand. “I want to feel you Michael” Maria moaned against his mouth.
Michael all but carried Maria over to one off the empty booths near the back, he slid in and pulled Maria down into his lap. He quickly freed himself from his confining jeans and grabbed Maria’s hips, and pulled her down to envelope his throbbing cock. They moaned in unison, then Maria started thrusting, trying to take him deeper, as Michael held her hips, guiding her.
Maria felt like she was spiraling out of control, she leaned forward resting her head against his shoulder. She could feel it coming closer and closer. She felt one of his hands move from her hip to start working her clit. Maria started panting against his neck, then attached her mouth to it, sucking hard on the soft flesh as her fingers clutched onto his shoulders. “Michael. Michael. Michael.” She panted over and over. Suddenly she came biting down hard her nails clawing deep, grinding down against him.
Michael held her closer, the spasms of her sheath pulling him over into oblivion with her. The music continued to pound, and they held on to each other as they went unnoticed by the throng of people dancing on the main floor.
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Disclaimer: Not mine, or else Roswell would be one big smut fest…