He kept the pace he was at, but every time he slammed into her harder, causing her to let out gasps and groans. In between those cries of pleasure, she thanked the club owners for playing such deafening music, for it was the only thing that was still concealing them. They slammed together again and again, and each time the pleasure intensified. Within minutes they were both gone, each letting each other feel the other’s deepest, inner core. Their essence, plain and concentrated. They pulled apart like magnets did, putting up as much resistance as possible until there was no other option. Caught their breath, and then collected their clothing from the dark floor.

Before getting dressed, the man sat against the wall and smoked a cigarette. He let the smoke swirl around his head, and for a moment he pretended it was incense, which smelt like sandalwood and citrus. The man stood up. He was about to begin getting dressed, but the girl was only just stepping into the slippery silkiness of the underwear that meant for girls who wanted to dazzle. The first time had been incredible, but he was tempted, and he didn’t do well with temptation. Fast as a wrong decision working against you, he was behind her, with her pressed up against the wall and him pumping into her behind. She looked shocked, but pleasantly so. With every push, she banged against the wall and covered her mouth to cover the ear-splitting sounds of pleasure that threatened to escape. The man was smiling and grunting, now not even caring now whether the throngs of people noticed. Again they were gone again, gone so far that there was nothing to pull them back. He pulled out easier this time, probably because now they were more fulfilled than after that first encounter. It was done, now, and they would both go their separate ways and never meet again. It was just another club thing.

He turned back, and was startled to see her already composed, moving to the beat again. Moving her shoulders, putting her arms above her head, she was hypnotizing him with her sway. The man watched, transfixed, as she danced in front of him. She was naked and flexible, and looked like rippling water. A regal lioness that moved like still, rippling, sparkling water. It was almost too much for him to bear, but he clenched his teeth and made himself just watch her. The music hit a high note and she threw her head back, letting out a small moan. Then the music hit another note that was high, and she threw herself into his lap. He was sitting cross-legged, and she wrapped her legs around his waste and pressed her pelvis against his stomach. His stiffened prick was pushed against her butt-crack and she pushed right back against it. It was as big as the club was crowded, and the club was very
packed. They pressed their chests against one another’s and the girl pressed her face into the crook of his neck. The feeling of her there was familiar yet brand new, like losing your favorite toy, but then getting a new version of the exact same one for your birthday. He liked the feeling of her leaning against him, but he needed it now. There could be no more waiting in a place like this.

The girl sensed this and got off him, laying down on the floor and spreading her legs when he rose over her. Not one word had been spoken yet, and there wasn’t going to be any talking now. The man silently moved closer to her and pushed his whole body against hers. It was so hot in the club, and their mixed body heat made it almost intolerable. He became a little rougher by pressing his chest against her breasts and moving in a circular motion. The club lights flickered briefly to the corner where they were, and in that instant he entered her, moving slow and steady at first to suit the ending of the slow song that was playing. She moaned and took in more air. When the song changed again, and switched to a faster one, his thrusts became faster and suited the beat. It was a dance once again.

Meanwhile, they pushed up against one another, stroking their own and each other’s while still moving with the beat. Her hands pawed at his chest when his entered her with his finger, pushing up inside her where the only feeling was touch. The amazing movement of his hand inside her caused her to arch her back, push back against his invading hand and moan. If she cried out too loud, the other people suggesting what she was actually doing would see, and it would no longer be a private affair. She swung her head to the side, trying to distract herself from the pleasure of it all. When she did that, she looked like a lioness; wild, graceful and ready to pounce. The man was watching her with curiosity, enjoying her animal-like motion. He liked imagining her as the lioness and him as the lion who was ready to ravage her. He drove his finger even farther into her, loving it when her movements intensified, and she finally lost control. With a cry, she lost all of her resolve and gushed all over the part of him that had made it happen. He slid his hand out and laughed, sucking on his paw as he turned away, letting her collect herself and to make sure no one was watching them.