Steve’s kisses were promises, and she knew that.  Returning them completely, she was left breathless.  Sipping her drink, Lana felt relaxed, unworried and wanted.  His hands on her legs were constant reminders of his lust for her.<br/><br/>Following him quite willingly onto the dance floor, her eyes were for him alone, paying no attention to the others around them.  Closing those eyes, Lana let the music and his hands take her, much like when they had fucked.  Her back to his chest, her ass found his hard cock, grinding against it possessively, wantonly.<br/><br/>Lana had never danced like this in her life.  She didn’t know she could dance like this, her hips moving almost completely on their own, her hands in her hair or in his hair.  To anyone watching, they were clearly a couple who were all but fucking on the dance floor. Finding his hand with her, she moved them up and down her body, letting him know exactly what she wanted.