He brushed my cheeks with his thumb, leaned to my ear, and whispered again, "Tell me when you want me to stop." Being so completely and irrevocably under the spell of his touch, I threw my head back, opening my lungs as big as possible. When he heard a soft moan escaping me, he took that as an invitation and began to kiss my neck.
All I could say to myself was shit. I wanted him. And I think he wanted me. No, I didn't want him, I craved him. I licked my bottom lip and bit hard. His soft lips moved from my neck going up until he reached a soft and delicate place on the skin just behind my ear.
He went around my neck to please the other side. Wasting time, was no worry at all, right at this moment. They say when you meet the one, the entire world stands still. And for us, right now, we had all the time in the world.
Then again, his kiss moved from my neck forward to my collarbone, moving back to my neck, and reached that delicate part of my skin again.
Trevor's POV
How can she have so much control? Fuck. I moved until I was facing her again. Gently moving my hands from her lower back to her waist and then roughly pulling her closer. Why do I want you so damn much? That question never left my mind.
I moved my one hand softly against her arm all the way up to her collarbone as I turned her face by touching her chin. Why is she resisting? Did she like the game? Was she in control?
I want to change that. And so I will. I took the game over, becoming the master and kissed her entire neck, even barely licking a few parts of her neck. "Why are you denying what we both want?" I asked softly.
She gazed up into my eyes again, moving her lips closer and closer to me, and then just before sealing the deal she turned her cheek to the side. She admired the fact that I kept chasing her. I was fighting for her to give in. To give up.
She was strong. Very, very strong. One last time, she rose to her toes, still trying to reach my height, she dragged her fingers up my neck into my hair, and the other hand rubbing my back. She pressed herself to my hard stomach. My knees gave in. She was still in control. "Damn. Shit. What is she doing to me?" I thought.
"Tell me when you want me to stop," she said with her lips sliding against my ear when her kisses reached my ear. I could tell she felt so powerful when a silent moan escaped my lips and I then closed my eyes, drowning in ecstasy. We just swayed around on the music again.
Amabel liked this game. She was winning. Then following my jawline, she breathed in deep, taking in my cologne. She gently planted a kiss on the sides of my mouth. Shit! No more! I cupped her face, looking into her eyes, and slowly moved in. Closer and closer. And then pulled away.
Finally! I was in control. A soft grown escaped her. I liked it. I was in control. She knew it. I knew it. I still held her face, moving in again. Closer and closer. And then lightly kissed her on the one place I wanted to taste. Tasting the fruits of her drink.
Her hands moved to my neck and held me, then pulling me down. "Where do you want to go?" I asked. She breathed hard and wanting more, answered, "Anywhere, but here. Follow me." She just followed the signs saying RESTROOMS.
Rest: what we both needed, but didn't want.
She held my hand as we slipped through the crowd and went to the bathroom. I closed the door behind me. I could still hear the music booming. We looked at each other and appreciated what we saw.
I moved one step closer and then she did. Then I did and then she did. No more steps, she rushed into me and I pulled her up on the counter of the sink kissing each other hungrily. She pulled me closer with her legs, getting rid of any space between us. She grabbed me closer by locking her legs at the back of my knees.
You think that you're in control, huh? Not for long...
I took back control. I moved her back with my hand pushing her back with my hand gliding over her chest, going all the way to her neck and then to her hair taking her face with the first two fingers before her ear and the rest holding her head.
I kissed her arms, moving up. Kissing her neck over and over and over again. She pulled my lips away from her neck and smashed my lips down on her lips.
I licked her top lip as if asking for entrance and kissed her bottom lip and sucking on it. She moaned with deliciousness and gave me the entrance I so desperately wanted.
I lowered the thin and slim strap of her dress off her shoulder with two fingers and took her back again. She relaxed and took the pleasure. As we were enjoying everything, some girls walked in on us. We stopped immediately and looked at them.
The girls took off in a second and giggled on their way out as they closed the door. Being very embarrassed, Amabel got very shy and felt really stupid and hid her face between my neck and chest. She glanced a look at me and waited for something to allow her an escape.
The lights in the bathroom went out but the only light we had was from the glare shining in from the street. The moment the lights went out, so did our embarrassment. Our mouths were inches away from one another and breathed very, very slow. I wanted to go on, but neither one of us was sure if that was what the other wanted.
She ran her fingers over my chest and followed to my hair as if she was seeking assurance. Of course, I took that as an invitation. I glided my hand upwards on her thigh and took her back with the other arm. I brought my face to meet hers until our noses and foreheads were touching. Amabel bit her lower lip and when her lips slightly parted, I planted a soft kiss on her lower lip.
I pulled away because she didn't kiss me back. I looked into her eyes making sure that she wanted me to keep going. For a few seconds, I looked into her beautiful blue eyes and then at her lips. She came in slowly and then put all her focus on my lips and then softly kissed my bottom lip as if she wanted to return the favor. Our eyes met again and then we smashed our lips together again. Kissed. Kissed. Kissed.
We didn't stop. The songs didn't stop. We heard the music echo to the bathroom, but nothing could stop us. Amabel and I, we couldn't get enough. We didn't want to get enough.
After a while, people knocked on the door to use the bathroom. I groaned with frustration and helped Amabel to place her straps back on her shoulder and took her off the counter before opening the door. The moment the door opened, seeing us together made much more sense to a lot of women. Their knees wanted to give out from underneath them. "It's him!" one woman yelled. The others just gasped and giggled as I walked past them.
I took her hand and led her back to the dance floor. We danced and drank and danced and drank. The entire night long. "Can I ask for your number?" I asked with a seductive smile across my lips. What I would do to keep her lips attached to mine forever...
She smiled nervously and sat on the barstool again and tried to hide the burning flame of heat blazing through her cheeks. I loved that I could make her blush. She turned and replied, "How about, we just keep dancing. I mean, there's no way we will meet again. LA is huge. So, just dance with me, please?"
There it is... The knife in my heart... I wanted her so bad... So fucking bad, that it really, really made me want to cry. But I never cry. Be a man, Trevor! Be a man!
I was actually surprised by her words and thought about it and what I wanted from this beautiful, amazing, gorgeous and sexy woman. Usually, I'm the one to say that. Where the hell did she get her confidence from? She's probably right because I don't have any control when it comes to her.
I stuck out my hand. She stood up from the chair and then I ducked slightly and tucked her knees into my arms and carried her to the dance floor. We danced together and apart, showing off our incredible dance moves on a delicious song, I like it by Enrique Iglesias ft. Pitbull.
We sang on the chorus as I took her waist and twisted them to the side on the beat. She loved the ecstatic feeling of my hands on her hips. So, so fantastic.
We danced 'til the song was over and then another girl found her on the dance floor. She greeted me with a smile and a "Hey" with a nod and took her hand, leading her to the side. I waited for her to come back to me. Amabel looked at me like her heart longed to stay. "Oh, uhm. Okay," I heard her say. "I'll meet you behind the doors, okay?" She's leaving? Shit.
The girl nodded and got out from the crowd to wait behind the door. "I have to go, Trevor. Thank you! Tonight was just what I needed." She rose to her toes and kissed me on my lips one more time. Looking into my eyes, she said goodbye and kissed me on the cheek before leaving.
Amabel's POV
The big wooden doors opened and we went outside, nearly vomiting our lungs out from the fresh air. But we didn't. We couldn't think about throwing up; we were too busy thinking of the men we spent the night with.
We got a taxi and went home. The moment we got inside, we took off our heels and said, "Good night." We went to our rooms, shut the door, and went straight into bed.