Part 3

The times just flying by, as you don’t even realize when one song ends, and the next begins. The movements and feelings just simmering inside of you as each song just adds to the passion you feel, your eyes closed to increase the feelings. Suddenly without warning the intensity inside of you increases dramatically. Your eyes snapping open as you glance around, till your eyes lock onto the ice blue eyes that have been in your mind every time you lay down to sleep. Your body still moving as your eyes stay locked. His chest rising and falling with every little breath that you can feel against your skin, like he was standing right next to you. As the song continues he never moves nor takes his eyes off of your movements. Your hands gliding over your body to bring the sensations even more to the surface. Your nipples pressing out against the material, as you feel your juices slowly gathering on the inside of your thighs. The intensity of your feelings make you feel like you can almost hear his thoughts, his desire to feel your body against his, his hands molding around your body. Knowing inside you that he can sense some how the desires you are feeling.

Not even realizing that you had stopped dancing as you stare deeper into his eyes. One hand resting on your chin, your pinky resting just inside your lips as your teeth lightly caress it, just barely pressing into the soft flesh. Those ice blue eyes boring deep inside your mind and body as you can almost feel his desires inside your mind. The way he wants to slide his hands along down your body till he captures the bottom of your dress in his fingers, lifting it upwards, till he exposes your entire body to his touches. Picturing it as if you are seeing it through his eyes, seeing your body slowly coming into view. Seeing your/his hands as they slide up your stomach, the nails lightly scraping the smooth skin. The nails flowing slowly upwards till they run around the bottom edge of your breasts. Circling around the bottom curves and on up the sides.

As the moment passed you feel yourself snapping back inside your body. As your whole body is still heating up from his intense stares. Even with the distance between both of you, you feel like you can sense his thoughts. As he turns slowly away, his eyes the last thing to leave you, you watch the lights reflecting off his muscles of his back and his arms as you start slowly following him. Walking slowly through the crowd that seems to part for you as you reach them. Both walking slowly down the barely lit hallway, seeing him as he pushes the double doors that lead into the back rooms, the movement looking like a ripple in the water. As you continue following him, through the back rooms, to a single door that is now wide open. The stairs going down into the darkness, as they disappear. Still able to see a glimpse of the lights behind you glinting and highlighting his back as he reaches the bottom.

Making your way down, as little more slowly than he had just done. The blackness resting around you like a very thick blanket minus the comfort that is usually felt. Feeling like you are completely surrounded, not a single glimpse of light could escape the heart of the darkness. As you reach the bottom of the stair, barely able to glimpse down the hallway a single very tiny light, at first wondering if it is your imagination and wishful thinking. As you slowly make your way towards it, as you draw closer and closer you can barely make out the room. Lit by the few candles, their flames looking very lonely, as they try and fight against the blackness that you are escaping from. Your fingertips lightly tracing the rough texture of the wall to help guide you down the dark pathway. The little bumps and indentions of the bricks feeling like Braille to your fingers tips.

Finally feeling the end to the wall, as it opens into the room where the candles are resting. Rows of shelves lining most of the walls as it looks like it was used at one time for a storage room, but some had been removed and resting along one wall a black leather couch. The leather giving a murky reflection of the flames from the candles, as if the material is trying to soak in the little bit of light that is in the room. Standing as if at first invisible you see him, resting against the wall. His arms crossed across his chest, the muscles in his arms looking like the skin is stretched is over the top of them. As your eyes slide up from his smooth chest following every little curve of the muscles till you bring your eyes to be staring back into his. The feeling that you are looking into the past, future and present at the same time overpowering you. As you walk slowly over to stand just a few feet from him, your eyes staying locked, you can feel the heat radiating from him even with the distance. As much as you feel the heat, you feel your nipples pressed hard against the material of your dress.

As you start trying to speak, your voice seeming small in the depth of the location. The walls absorbing and seeming to hold your voice. His hand raising slowly till a single slender digit is resting against your lips, staying just a single moment, but long enough to know that he is not wanting you to speak. His fingertip slowly starting to follow the curves of your full rich lips, tracing them delicately as he slowly takes steps towards you. Each step so slow and seeming to make time stand still as your desire to feel him finally against you is burning hot inside your body. He stops when his body is just inches from yours, every time you take a deep breathe, you can feel your nipples just barely touching his chest. His fingers sliding up your chin to flow through the side of your hair, a slight moan escaping your lips as you wonder if this is but a dream. As his fingers finally slide from the tips of your hair, they start a slow journey down your arm, till they slide softly between yours. The electricity flowing through his hand and into yours, continuing up your arm and through your body till it seemingly comes to rest directly between your quivering thighs. Feeling more than seeing him start to lead you in the darkness. As you follow him slowly down the dark hall, the barest hint of the deep bass of the songs playing in the club being able to be heard through the thick walls.

Finally as the hall ends, you step into a single room. The only adornments are a bed, shrouded in black material entirely, and hanging on the walls the candles sending the shadows dancing. The barest of light to see by is all that is available, as he leads you to the bed. His strong hands guiding you till the back of your knees are resting against the edge. Your eyes again entranced by his as he stands directly in front of you, as he reaches around the smooth skin of your neck, his fingers nimbly undoing the clasp holding the material up. As it falls you feel the goose bumps flowing across your body, as the cool air of the room surrounds your breasts. Knowing if your nipples weren’t already aching from the desires inside you that they would’ve instantly become hard at this point. Your eyes close as you feel his fingertips start to trace their way down your chest. The barest touch of his nails against the edge of your breasts making your breath catch in your chest. Feeling as they slowly scrape down your soft skin, every little red mark feeling like fire on your skin. Finally his fingertips trace right around the sides of your areolas, your nipples so hard from the passion to feel him touching them that they are starting to ache.

His hands feeling like velvet as they slide along your breasts, your nerves standing on end from every little touch. The sheer strength that you can feel radiating out of them, surprising you with their delicate touches. As the warmth of his hands come to rest underneath them, his head lowering slowly down, as you can see the tip of his tongue, just barely tracing his lips from the anticipation of feeling your breasts in his mouth. As his tongue barely touches the soft creamy skin of one of your breasts, your back arching from the shock that runs through your body. Feeling his teeth just lightly nipping at the sensitive skin, which sets your skin on fire even more. You chest heaving as your fingers slide through his black locks, keeping him pinned for the moment against your breasts. Your legs quivering as you feel your juices running down the inside of your thighs from just the touches he has given to you already. You can feel you clit throbbing with every beat of your heart, even little lick and nibble seeming to go straight to it. Suddenly without warning you feel his teeth pressing lightly but firmly into the hardened flesh of one of your nipples, which causes a chain reaction to course through your body. Feeling like the teeth were pressed directly into your tender clit, your wet lips fluttering so quickly as the juices start to flow from between them. Feeling the first of your orgasms of the night as the pleasure holds you, as tightly as your breath is held in your chest. His strong hands holding onto your hips as he helps keep you standing, till your legs recover enough to hold yourself up. As he slowly lowers down to his knees, his tongue feeling like a knife grazing your skin as he lets it trail down your skin as he slides your dress the rest of the way down your thighs.