I want to hold her close and press her body against mine, but we are in the middle of a ballroom so we take our proper positions—her hand in mine, her other hand on my shoulder, my other hand on her waist—and start dancing.
She can’t take her eyes off me and I can’t take my eyes off her. New York City seems so busy and crowded, but every so often a couple in love can find a quiet place all to themselves like this and it can seem like the most romantic place in the world.
We don’t last long in this position, and before we know it, I’m wrapping my arms around her and dancing close. I can feel her heart beating against my chest and I just want to keep it pressed against me forever, keeping it safe, keeping it warm.
The sexy scent of her perfume has my head spinning as I pull her even closer. Her soft hair tickles my nose, her breasts press against my chest. I’m in heaven.
The need to claim this girl starts getting stronger and my cock hardens with the feel of her under my fingertips.
It hits her thigh and I grit my teeth for a second, expecting her to push away from me, to be offended, to leave, but instead she presses back against it until I’m groaning.
“I think we found the beast,” she says with a shy smile as the song plays.
We both chuckle as we dance to the music. I have to agree with her there. This big throbbing beast wants to rip out of my pants and defile every inch of her. It wants to consume her sweet body and claim it as his own.
“Thanks for being so understanding,” she says as I hold her tight. “This is a pretty good first date.”
I’m utterly in love. Completely obsessed with this girl as I run my hand down her cheek and gently grab her jaw. She tilts her mouth up as her eyes close halfway, looking like she wants to be kissed.
I groan hungrily as I look down at her mouth and see her soft pink tongue, knowing what it tastes like, knowing how sweet and warm it felt as I claimed it earlier.
She kissed me last time, but this time, it’s my turn to kiss her. And I’m going to kiss her so good that she’ll never even think about kissing another man again.
A whimper slips from those luscious pink lips as I add a little force to my grip, tilting her head back right where I want it.
Her eyes are wide and full of lustful desire as she watches me while I make her wait for it. I want her as turned on as she’s got me.
I can already taste her sweet breaths as I bring my mouth down, grazing my lips over hers, taking my time and feeling the soft plumpness of them. She opens wider, closes her eyes, and moans like she’s dying for my lips on hers. I grin as I make her wait a little longer.
I’m desperate to feel that silky tongue on mine once again, but I want to draw it out. I want to go slow and gentle. We did hard and frenzied last time. I want soft and romantic now.
“Oh,” she moans when I finally touch my lips down on hers. Our tongues meet as we taste each other while swaying to the nice music.
Her hip is digging into my hard throbbing cock. I wonder if her sweet little pussy is as wet as my dick is hard.
She’s gripping onto my jacket with clenched fists as I deepen the kiss and claim her mouth as my own.
The song ends and the next one comes on, ruining the mood. It’s cartoon characters screeching about someone being their guest.
I pull away from her mouth, but she’s not ready to let me go. She moans in disappointment as her teeth tug on my bottom lip while we separate.
Victoria is melting onto me as I pull out my phone and fumble through my songs. I hit the first thing that shows up. Anything is better than this singing candlestick.
Can’t Feel My Face by The Weeknd starts playing and my girl starts swaying her hips in a sexual way, grinding on me as she bites down on her bottom lip with an alluring grin.
I take a deep breath as I run my hands down her sides, feeling the curves of her breasts, the indentation of her waist, the flare of her hips. My cock aches as she winds her way down my body, giving me a show of her cleavage.
We’re still in the middle of the ballroom but the soft romantic dancing is done. I’m ready to fuck her right here and now.
“This is not just a first date,” I tell her in a deep throaty voice. “We’re going to be together forever you and me. I can feel it. I know it. That might be forward, but that’s the kind of man I am.”