We sneaked back to the dance floor and pretended to be there the entire time. I was hurting from how he had hit me, but I enjoyed every second of Smith's harshness when he was engulfed in desire.
Back in the room, we were both dressed but silent. The most passionate climax I'd ever felt was his raw cock brushing against my tender skin. My face began to tingle as I became aware of how hot I was still feeling. Did he even know the impact he had on me?
I jumped off of his chest. His seed crept down the inside of my thigh. He still had my underwear in his pocket, but another notion kept coming to mind instead. I froze and stopped dancing. "Oh my god."
a crease between his bewildered eyes. His grip on my waist eased. "What?"
The space whirled slowly about. I took a breath as I looked around. I whispered into his ear while perched on my toes. We neglected to condom.
