The music, the drink, his lean, handsome body, his warm skin so near hers... it was not long before her inhibitions were lowered, before she felt her body stirring with excitement as they danced barely a hair's width apart. He moved with such talent. She had never loved dancing before, but as she danced with him it was like an exotic dream. So effortless and sensual. She found herself wanting to press closer to him, lusting for more... it was all very unlike her but she was swept away in it all.<br/><br/>And then the music changed, the bass seeming to vibrate through her bones, the noise chaotic. Feeling his hand on her and feeling him pull her flush to his body she gasped, her eyes widening gently before he caught her lips in a passionate, wild kiss. She trembled, purring heatedly against his lips, the sound drown out by the music. But he would feel the hum of it. She pressed closer to him, her breasts rubbing his chest through their clothes as her other hand reached up, threading through his hair as they kissed and gyrated against one another. Her eyes were closed during the kiss, letting the moment take her as she moved against him to the music. She felt his hands moving, skaing down her back, fingertips finding the gap between her blouse and her skirt.<br/><br/>She flushed. This was the point where she would stop most men, where she would slow them down, mention something about long drawn out calculated dates. Where they'd spend several weeks talking before doing anything sexual and passionate. But for once she did not stop him, for once she felt the desire burning through her in response to his touch, an ache stirring between her thighs as their hips ground together. He was so damn attractive she wanted him without stopping to think about it. Her tongue brushed his lips, the hunger of the kiss clearly not a one sided thing.