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Their eyes met and held, and the energy between them was undeniable. When he stepped closer to her, he drew in his breath and then exhaled slowly as though he’d caught her scent and grown hungry. She could feel that tantalizing bit of restraint at being so close to a stranger that she felt an instant physical chemistry with, and yet not quite touching. When he leaned in, his voice was like a low growl in her ear.

“Absolutely worth it, no doubt.”

Tiani smiled to herself without letting him see how intrigued she already was. She decided to play it out a little longer, even though instinct told her that she would be right about the connection.

“Let’s see how you move first.” She grabbed his hand and led him into the darker area of the club’s dance floor.

“This could get intense,” he said into her ear as he pulled her against him in a no-nonsense way. “You like to move?”

“I love to move,” she said, sliding her hands downward alongside his chest as her hips began to grind against his. She could tell that he had a great body underneath his fitted shirt. He was hard and lean and muscular. “If we move in synch,” she offered, turning and leaning back into him, “then I know it’s going to be a good night.”

Her ass perfectly contoured to his pelvis, allowing her to control a well-perfected and prolonged sexual tease. She enjoyed the way he kept her firmly against him. He was focused and deliberate with her and the man knew how to dance. As the beats flooded the room, there was a push and pull between them, like erotic foreplay. He handled her well. So many guys seemed intimidated in similar circumstances, not knowing how to approach her. They were often clumsy and fumbling, letting their nerves get the better of them. Bjorn was confident, alternating between a light and playful interplay and then using rougher, bolder hands. He would grip her thighs, pulling her hips into his, moving his hot mouth over the damp skin along her neck. He knew what he was doing, winding her up, exciting her, making her eager for what lay ahead. She was usually the one in control, but he was playing her like a fine instrument and soon she was breathing just as heavily as he was.

When they returned to her home, she pulled out a bottle of vodka from the bar in her kitchen and began to make them drinks. She hadn’t got very far when she felt his presence behind her. He turned her around and put his hands on her bare thighs, sliding them along the hem of her dress as he leaned into her.

As their lips locked, she couldn’t help but pull him against her. The sexual tension between them had been bubbling beneath the surface since they’d met earlier that night and now there was a frantic shuffling as he lifted her up, sliding her onto the ledge of the counter space. Her legs wrapped around him, just as assertively, as his tongue slipped into her mouth.

“You move fast,” she gasped.

“So do you,” he murmured.

The desire was palpable and electric. Tiani knew that half the thrill was in the tease.

“Make us some drinks,” she whispered into his ear. “I’m going to take a shower.”

“Now? I like you like this. Come on, let’s not play games,” he urged, running his tongue along the salty skin of her neck.

“Can’t stop? I thought you were up for a little challenge.”

“Ah, that’s right. I forgot about that. You’re filled with surprises, aren’t you?”

She nodded. “I like a guy that can pace it to last.”

“Well, I’m definitely in it for as you long as you want it.”

She smiled. “Mmm… I like the sound of that.”

“And I am rechargeable,” he said with a mischievous grin. “With the right touch.”

“Then I look forward…” she paused to leave wet kisses along his upper chest as she slipped off the countertop and unbuttoned him down to the waist, “to properly draining you.”

His body seemed to sigh with her words and she could feel him throbbing against her leg as she stood and left a soft little teasing kiss upon his lips. “Now, make us drinks,” she said.

She heard his tortured laughter as she walked away from him. She put an extra sway in her hips, tempting him with the view of her long, bare legs and tight, firm ass.

“You’re a feisty one, Tiani,” he admitted. She could hear his frustration, yet she knew he also appreciated the chase just as much as she did. “You’re definitely keeping me on my toes.”

“Just wait and see,” she called back as she walked up the narrow metal staircase to her bedroom suite and bath. “I’m like the queen of the unexpected.”

Her skin was still damp from the club and she ran her hand along the back of her neck, feeling it both sticky and wet. She turned on the small boutique glass lamp in her bedroom.

It cast just enough light through the small space of the room to be inviting. She knew he would follow, eventually.

Tiani tugged the small zipper along the side seam of her metallic sheath of a dress and pulled it up and over her head. She draped it over a chair before turning naked to the mirror to appraise what she saw.

When Bjorn appeared in the doorway, lounging there, with a wide smile, she glanced back at him and grinned.

“Well what do we have here?” he asked provocatively.

She turned to face him and watched his eyes as they slowly drank her in, taking the time to appreciate her hard dark nipples and supple chocolate skin. They drifted along the curves and soft flare of her hips and down her beautifully toned legs.

He was already hard and throbbing as he came toward her. Neither of them could wait any longer.

“Fuck me now,” she begged him, her nails digging into his shoulder.

He spun her around until she was facing the wall.

“You want it like this, don’t you?” She moved her ass against him, feeling his cock pushing

against her. “Just like on the dance floor?”


He pushed inside her in one long stroke, pressing firmly against her g-spot. She felt his breath coming faster, her own gasps mingling with his as she braced against the wall and he held her hips to steady her. They built a rhythm together, as she met him, thrust for thrust. Their movements combined and set a pace that kept them both at the edge of their own climax, unexpectedly building to one crescendo after another.

“Does that feel good?” she teased, turning her face in profile as his mouth found hers.

“Incredible,” he murmured against her lips.

The kiss was electric, like a fire that couldn’t be quenched as he moved his hands over hers so that they were both braced against the wall.

And when he finally gave in to his own climax, gripping her body as it was firmly pressed up against the shower wall, her bottom tilted back toward him, she could feel his fingers digging into her skin. He held her tightly against him, driving his last thrusts into her as he moaned into her neck, leaving one last playful bite along its curve.

“Intense,” he sighed.

“I knew it would be,” she said with a smile.


Ms Yuna


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