a taste for musicians

We locked eyes, then the band switched songs, playing something slower, an old Journey song, and I found myself taking the hand he offered me and moving to the dancefloor.

It had been far too long since I'd danced with someone who know how to move to music, and how to lead. He pulled me close, our bodies joined in one line from ribcage to mid thigh, and I found myself following him by instinct rather than skill. One of his hands pressed the small of my back forward, keeping us glued together, while the other traced the line of my neck softly...fingers trailing from my hairline down between my shoulderblades. I shivered.

The familiar ingredients of male musk, music and the insistant pressure of his hips against mine soon had me under his spell. Before too long I'd forgotten all about Laura, all about the club, and found myself in his car, heading back to his place. I settled into the leather upholstery, moving to adjust my skirt down when his hand closed on my wrist, stopping me.

"Leave it,' He murmured, his voice deep, a little rough, and the look he gave me set me shivering again. I let my hands fall back against the leather, and he slowly, deliberately, pushed my skirt higher, until it barely reached past my panties. "I want you to think, all the way back to my place, just how it will feel when I finally taste you, " he whispered, looking into my eyes the entire time. Then, he reached over, took one side of my panties between his hands, and pulled, ripping the seam apart with almost no effort before he pulled them off me oh so slowly. The leather seat beneath my now bare skin seemed warmer, almost a carress on its own. I must have made some soft little noise because he smiled, and started the car.