She never enjoyed parties. But she wanted to meet him. That’s why she found herself stepping out of the taxi and walking up the steps to the grand house.
A doorman nodded at her and let her in. keeping his eye on her the whole time. Leering? Or simply admiring her outfit? She couldn’t tell.
Her eyes were fixed ahead towards the the flashing strobe lights illuminating the Georgian mansion house whilst a scene of drug and alcohol fuelled chaos raged ahead. She felt herself being pulled in by the monotonous beat of the music. It was inescapable, this is what he had done to her, made her need him.
Navigating her way through the throng of revellers, lost in a trance to the destruction they were creating, she held her gaze forward intent on finding him.
A girl in front of her turned, her eyes were wide and she laughed through her chemical smile as she leaned forward, kissing her long and slow. Before flitting of, as a bird leaves a branch, into the fray. She tasted of champagne, she could almost feel the fizz in her mouth from their embrace.
She walked forward as the bass from the speakers vibrated the room, pulsing through her skin. Her eyes scanned the faces, they smiled and laughed, their eyes glazed over in ecstasy, but none were his.
Then she caught a glimpse of him. Through the swaying crowd she say him. It was like wind blowing a sea of grass. Through the moving limbs and bodies she saw little snippets of him. His stubbled jawline, his hair, his arms. He was sitting next to a woman, she was engrossed in him.
Lara knew the feeling. She moved round the edge of the mob catching attention in her lunging neckline dress, moving closer to him. A figure leaning against the wall moved across her way. He was dark and handsome, enough to make him jealous. She let him come close, making him feel as if she was interested.
She let him touch her waist Ankara escort as he moved behind her. They moved in rhythm to the music. She pushed her ass back in to him letting him feel her, whilst she danced touching his hands on her waist, putting her hand up and over the back of his head. Looking at Sam, demanding his attention. It didn’t take long.
As the figure whispered in her ear and she grinded into him she locked eyes with her real prey. He had to do a double take before he realised who she really was. He watched her dancing, staring at him, whilst another man felt her body from behind. Her dress tantalisingly revealed her curves, he could feel himself almost salivating. Wanting to be the one grinding up behind her right now.
His attention was diverted as the women he had been talking started screaming in his ear, annoyed by his distraction not least because it was to gaze at another woman. He paid no notice to her tantrum as he stood up, still staring at Lara. He moved towards her in the strobe light illuminated room. Once she clocked his step forward she relinquished her dance partner and strode towards him.
They met on the edge of the dance floor. Not a word was said, yet all was understood. He was still staring directly at her, looking deep into her eyes, determining exactly what she wanted. He reached out and touched her body. She welcome his warming touch, moving in closer to him, so close she could smell his aftershave and whisky.
He moved in and kissed her. Softly at first savouring her taste, remembering the shape of her lips and how they felt as he kissed her more passionately and deeply. They kissed, closed eyed, in their own as the decadent room around them spinned.
To have his touch and his kiss again felt like fresh air revitalising tattered lungs. His touch renewed her, bringing her back to living life Ankara escort bayan in full colour again after so long without him. She didn’t need to speak, he could tell from her eyes that she wanted more. She needed more.
He leaned forward and spoke in her ear ‘Follow me’.
He led her by the hand as they pushed past groups of revellers, feverishly dancing, intoxicated with substances and each other. They turned sharply down a darkened corridor, shadows danced on the walls from the main party, illuminating the space in energetic flashes.
He pushed her up against the wall as soon as they were down there. He was all over her, devouring her plump lips, his hand caressing her body, moving from legs, to waist, to breasts. She gripped his face with her hands and pulled him in biting his lip in retaliation.
The low neckline of her dress let him grasp her breasts easily, feeling her erect nipples. He squeezed them as he continued to kiss her neck and collar bone. His whole body pressed against hers, moulding its self to her frame. She felt so tiny in his grasp.
‘How bad do you want me? He whispered in her ear.
‘So fucking badly’ she replied catching her breath back.
He slid his other hand up her dress caressing her inner thigh and sliding it right over her mound before taking his finger right over the folds of her pussy. He could feel exactly how wet it was for him.
‘Pulling his fingers away they both saw them glisten from her juices.
‘Hmmm I’d say you wanted me pretty fucking badly. I want you to taste how wet I’ve gotten you’ he said as he pressed his wet finger to her lips. She sucked his finger clean tasting herself. He returned his fingers to her pussy, tapping her clit, teasing her, letting it grow and swell so every sensation was intensified.
She turned her head and closed her eyes enjoying the Escort Ankara pleasure. When she opened them she realised she could still see into the party, she could still make out the faces and movements of the people. Could they see her through the semi darkness? they must be able she thought. They must be able to see everything that was happening to her right now. It turned her on, all those people knowing exactly what HE was doing to HER, just HER, only HER.
He was really starting to work her now. His kisses on her neck grew stronger as did his attention to her clit. Oh FUCK! She could feel it now. Don’t stop don’t fucking stop she shouted over the top of the pulsing music.
He kept up his rhythm, consistent with his touch until her felt her nails claw into his neck, felt her leg shake and body stiffen and saw her mouth widen in a silent scream.
She had barely recovered when he flipped her around pushing her arms against the wall and lifted up her dress. Her thong was roughly pulled aside as he slid his hard cock deep into her wet pussy.
It was a shock to feel him filling her up, she still felt sensitive from her orgasm, but she relished in the rough fucking he was starting to give her. She struggled to support herself against the wall as he gripped her short dress and pulling it into him fucking her like he meant it. She flicked her hair back and braced herself for his impact.
Her perfect ass slapped against him as he took her, watching his cock enter her again and again as she took every inch with ease. It felt good just to take her, right here, right now. The sound of the music and the flickering light lent them a lustful ambiance of which they were taking full advantage off.
She was pushing her ass back into him, fucking him just as hard as he was to her. He gripped her dress more and increased his intensity eager not to be outdone. The sensation of her ass slapping into his groin was too much. He couldn’t take it any longer he had to release.
He pulled, them both panting and embracing. She kissed him in the darkness and pushed her tender bodies against his. How good it felt to have him again, there would be no escape from him now.