Page 86 of Time to Bounce

But we were both determined, and soon I was fully embedded inside of her, and the music was pulsing around us.

It was a good song to fuck to.

It had a lot of bass, and it was slow, and the man’s voice was singing about making love in the dark with the woman he loved.

I felt like I was living the song.

There were a thousand people all around me, but it felt like we were in an empty room all by ourselves.

She swayed and ground against me, and I held onto her hips and pulled her in tight, not wanting her to lose a single inch.

We were making love, pure and simple.

It was more tantric—rhythmic—than any of the sex we’d had before.

It was… everything.

My hand drew up to press against her throat, my fingers on her pulse point.

Turning her head I kissed her, our tongues tangling, and our panting breaths mingling.

“This is the best song ever!” I heard someone say.

I opened my eyes to see a couple had come fairly close to us, both of them dancing together and unaware of us and what we were doing.

I felt Athena’s breath catch, and then her pussy clenched.

She liked that they were close.

She liked that they might catch us.

“You’re so pretty,” I murmured into her ear. “You stretch so nicely around my cock. Like every inch of you was made for every inch of me.”

Her pulse picked up under my fingers.

I kissed her again, slowly this time, and pulled away just long enough to growl, “Come on my cock like a good girl.”

She moaned, very loudly, and did just that.

I followed right behind, unable to stop myself after everything else we’d done.

I pulsed inside of her with soft grunts, filling her up so full that there was no way she’d be walking away without my cum slipping down her thighs.

“Our food was just delivered to our table,” she said breathlessly.

I looked over at our table and sure enough, our food was there.

“Let’s go eat,” I suggested, pulling out of her and turning slightly toward the wall so that I could quickly tuck myself back into my pants.

Out of the corner of my eye I watched her hastily slam her legs together and tug her dress down.

My hands at her hips, I helped her down from the step she was standing on and set her gently down on her high-heeled feet.

She tugged on my hand and pointed to the bathroom, but I pulled her back close.

“Nuh-uh,” I growled into her ear. “You get to sit like that until we’re at home, and you’re out of that fucking torture device of a dress.”

“But, Gable, I’ll make a mess.” She looked at me with a pleading look in her eyes.

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