DANCING THE NIGHT AWAY
(Rated NC17)
The party was now in full swing. A few stragglers still wandered in every now and then, and the nearest gal or guy to the door was usually more than happy to do *no pants* inspection. As soon she was free, Katherine was immediately kidnapped and taken out onto the dance floor by Duende. Five different partners later, Connor finally managed to get a turn with her. It was a slow song, so they were able to talk while they danced.
"Hey, sweet thing. You look real nice in *my* shirt, by the way," he said as she ran her hands on his bare chest. She just laughed and said that everything she had was getting too tight to wear. Her reached up under the shirt and stroked her belly. There was no *bump* as of yet, but her waistline was expanding.
" And it seems you will be a very popular lady tonight," he said with a smile as their bodies melded up against each others, her arms wrapped around his hips as his hands pulled up the shirt she was wearing and played with her bare bottom. There were so many people of the dance floor doing the same thing, that it didn't seem out of place.
"A little bit maybe," she said with a smile and an amused chuckle. "Considering I got to *play* with some very interesting parts of some a few of the guys who are here."
"And I suppose you will be wanting to try out some of those interesting *parts* before the night is over?" Connor teased as he nuzzled her ear and neck. He could tell she was already *fired up* and ready to go. The highly sexually charged atmosphere of the party was almost overpowering for a sensitive empath like her.
"Maybe," she said as she laughed at him, her hand wandering into his kilt and finding his own parts very *interesting* indeed. "But I'll make sure I save the last dance for you, ok?"
He flipped her around so her back was pressed up against his torso, their bodies still moving to the music. A little adjustment of his kilt and the back of her garment made it easy for his hard member to tease her wet folds under the cover of the front of the long shirt as he continued their dance. One hand had slipped into the loosed laces of the front opening of the shirt and had cupped a small firm breast while the other slid up under the shirt to play with her lower regions. He ground his hips up against her, letting him feel his desire for her.
He could feel her response as she became more and more turned on by what he was doing to her. If any of the surrounding dancers had any idea what he was doing to her, they gave no sign. "Would it be greedy of me to ask for the first dance too?" he finally asked in a hoarse whisper.
Katherine groaned and pulled away, turning around to face him again. She then answered his question by pulling his head down to hers and kissing him deeply, her tongue dancing inside his mouth as their bodies moved seductively together in rhythm to the music, her hands reaching into the back side of his kilt. Without waiting for the song to be over, he took her by the hand and led her off the dance floor and towards one of the many little back rooms available for those who wished who wished to *dance* together in private.
Luckily for them, one was available and Connor wasted no time stripping his shirt off of her and unbuckling his kilt so it hit the floor at his feet. As soon as their bodies made contact again, his achingly hard member slid into her easily, making him groan with deep pleasure. He rode her hard, his mouth devouring hers as he plunged in and out, fighting to maintain control. She was focusing so totally on him that he could feel every bit of her excitement as it built up. At last she reached the point where she cried out in immense pleasure and went tumbling over the edge. As the throes of her orgasm flooded over his own body as well as hers, he found his own release as well.
Totally spent, he collapsed on top of her, both of them gasping for breath. It took awhile for them to recover, but once they had, they helped each other to clean up and then went back out into the party.