After a few moments of being locked with those amazing and way too tempting lips, I pulled away but did not take my arms away, nor did he loosen his grip at all. He stared at me, the shock probably mirroring in those gorgeous eyes that were in mine. Blame it on the alcohol, my mind wanted to scream, but deep down, in a part I didn't want to examine, I knew that was a lie. I let my eyes stay with his before dropping down to his lips and slowly he shook his head; although, I'm not sure if that was directed to him or to me, or maybe even both.
I finally pulled away and brushed my thumb over his bottom lip and that seemed to change something in him for his eyes grew darker as he drew my thumb into his mouth, his tongue flicking out against it and his teeth gently nipping. I moaned and this time, he let everything go. His hands moved down to cup my ass and hauled me tight against him.
"I had wanted to do that all night." And with that, his mouth captured mine but not in a sweet, breathless kiss. Oh no, this one had passion, had fuel and flames, had the promise of tons of pleasure all behind it. It also had the sheer power to make me forget anything and everything but him.
His mouth opened against mine and his tongue snaked out, finding mine quickly and if it was even more possible, the kiss intensified way more. My body was begging for more, as I felt that his was as well. I rubbed against him and his hands squeezed my ass, really moving me between his legs. God damn, pressed against me, he felt amazing, every part of him did. And no, I don't believe was pent up passion, this was just the start of the attraction between us.
I also said I didn't sleep around, and I don't, but that didn't mean that I didn't make out, and God how I wanted him, but I knew it wouldn't go there, not tonight; at least that's what I wanted to tell myself. But the moment his hand left my ass to grab my thigh and lifted it up to wrap around his legs and his hand trailed along the outside of my leg, I lost all thought of why I wasn't going to go any further. Every fiber that was in me was screaming for more; was screaming to have him take me against the wall and fuck me hard, ignoring the fact of who was around or where we were.
But, my mind came crashing back to reality at the same time that his did. He let my leg go reluctantly and it slowly slid to the ground, although his hands moved up to my hips as we slowly pulled away, both of us breathing deeply.
"Theresa…" I smiled as I placed my finger over his lips.
"Don't you…dare apologize. That…was amazing. And no regrets, at all."
"That was amazing." He grinned and then looked around before looking back at me. "Want another drink?"
"I think that sounds great!"
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We were both laughing as we made our way down the hall way to my room, although being four in the morning, we should have been a little more quiet, being a bit more considerate to the others guests who were passed out. We stopped at my door and I turned and looked at him, resting back against the door.
"That was such a fun night."
"It was, Theresa. Thank you for asking."
"Not a problem." I hiccupped, opened my eyes wide and let my hand fly to my mouth; which dropped my heels in the process. We both reached down to grab them and ended up bumping heads; which had us cracking up even more; the drunken splendor times are always more hilarious.
"I'm…sorry…," I managed to get out between laughs. He handed me my shoes while rubbing his head at the same time.
"I'm starting to think that us and drinking means we hurt ourselves." I smiled and shrugged, taking the shoes. His hand reached up and cupped my cheek, making me look in those eyes for a moment before I closed my eyes, his lips brushing along mine so softly. I sighed as I enjoyed that, along with the breathless 'goodnight' against my lips. I opened my eyes as he smiled and turned to walk down the hallway.
I walked into the room, still grinning to myself as I dropped my heels on the floor, and slowly unzipped my dress. It had been a while since I had danced that much. In fact, the last time I had ever gone to the club had been with my girls when I needed to get away from my ex. Funny how dancing, especially in clubs, made me all better when I was dealing with him. Hell, maybe it was letting go, or maybe it was the getting drunk and forgetting. I slipped the dress off and laid it on the chair, groaning as my phone started beeping. I tried to get my liquor induced gaze to focus and fought the urge to scream as a simple text flashed up saying, 'I could really use you right now'. Fucking EX!