Lana couldn’t remember ever having so much fun on the dance floor.  The atmosphere was intoxicating, and the feeling of being wanted was so much more.  Steve’s hands on her body, possessing her, caressing her; she was glad for the volume of the music, for surely her moans would have echoed from wall to wall.<br/><br/>Her nipples taut, his pinching of them sent shivers through her; the whisper in her ear shot straight to her groin, creating another surge of wetness.  If Steve would have told her to bend over right there and take his cock, Lana would have been extremely hard-pressed to say no.  He did things to her; things that no one else ever had.<br/><br/>The first song over, catching her breath, Lana followed him back to their table.  Laughing as he directed her to his lap, her bum came into contact with the evidence of his arousal for her.  Gasping, she looked into his eyes, desire vs. desire, just before he kissed her.  Her arms equally as possessive, wrapped around his neck, her ass wiggling just a bit further into him, enjoying the feel of his cock.