The movements of the woman's hands against my legs, her hips against my back, became faster and more urgent. I felt my breath coming short as her fingers tracing over the sheer fabric of my leggings, rising so that her fingers slipped delicately under my long sweater and her short nails grazed low over my belly.
I felt her breaths coming sharper and shorter against my neck. I turned around in her hold, hips grinding against hers. Memories of last night rose explosively through me. The shock of cold lips, the electrifying tension between our bodies…The tumble of dark hair in front of my nose, brushing my lips…
Then we were kissing in the middle of the dance floor, the beat of the music driving us against each other. Her tongue worked inside my mouth, sending electric rippled of excitemen
