It's making quite a convincing argument.
Not yet.
I slide my arm around her waist. I keep her body pressed against mine as I lead her through the dance floor and past the bar, all the way through the side door.
Bella bites her lip as she looks around the alley. We're alone out here, but we are sandwiched between two busy streets. Someone might walk by.
But the music from the club is booming. It drowns out the sounds of the city.
That means we don't have to worry about being quiet.
That means I can get her screaming my name.
I bring my hands to her hips and I turn her around. She leans into the gesture, her back melting into my chest, her ass brushing against my crotch.
Bella grabs the bottom of her dress and pulls it over her hips. Her voice gets demanding. "Now."
"Put your hands on the wall."
She places her palms against the wall over her head.
"Spread your legs wider."
She spreads enough that I can get a good look at her.
Fuck, I need to be inside her.
But I need her begging me too.
I drag my fingertips over her ass, closer, and closer to where she needs them.
Her legs shake.
I brush her cunt with my fingers.
"Joel," she breathes.
I slide one finger inside her.
She gasps.
Two.
She's wet. And she's close. I can tell from the way she's pulsing. I push my fingers deeper to warm her up.
Deeper.
Harder.
She groans. "Fuck me, Joel." Her voice drops to something demanding. "Now."
Damn, I can't take any more teasing.
I slide my jeans and boxers to my knees.
I bring my hands to Bella's hips and I pull her closer.
My tip strains against her.