The warm lips on her neck were curiously welcome; there was a languorous stupor that was stealing over her body, and she felt warmth flow from his lips’ light caress into her body like a slowly surging, tingling hot tide. The beat of the music fused with this creeping warmth, her heart matched the sensual rhythm drumming the dance floor and her eyes closed to embrace the new sensations swirling within her flesh. She could hear him whispering in her ear, felt his scent-laden body pressing against hers, felt the hands slide onto her hips, somehow effortlessly beneath her loose top, encircling her gyrating belly. The sudden irrationality of the moment seemed vaporous, as though a dream. She felt her blood pound through her veins, overwhelming her mind, flowing into parts of her moving body that swelled softly in anticipation. The lips were on her naked throat again, but this time a wet tongue swirled against her flesh. A soundless moan escaped her lips as they fell open a fraction of an inch, her body pressing back against his, writhing to the insistent beat of the drums. Other bodies beat against them on the floor, the music drowned his whispers and her moans. The hands around her waist were moving upward, sure and uninhibited, and she sucked in her breath momentarily as they glided warmly over her breasts as if the verify the state of her hardened, aching nipples through the lacy fabric. She pressed more deeply into his hard body, yielding instantly even as her mind stumbled to assert itself. “This is not good; this is not good; this is . . . this is . . . this. . .” it murmured, melting.
(Please let me know if I should post the rest of this.)
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/zoyc47/rhythm_of_lust_mf
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