All I want is someone I can be weird with. Someone that’s there to catch me when I fall, or to save me when I’m thinking about suicide. Someone that understands me. Someone that listens. That cares. I want someone that makes me feel loved; like there’s nothing that can harm me in the world. I want someone that I can be childish with, play games, be stupid with. I want someone that makes me laugh for no reason. Someone that I can make silly faces with and share candy. Someone that lets me win when we play games, or have races. Someone that bets a kiss. Someone that isn’t afraid to show who they are. I want someone whom I can have fun with. I don’t know if it’s you. But I just want that someone.
He was going out of his mind. He didn’t know what do do with himself. He’d been aching for you all day, his body burnig. He watched your hips sway to the beat, slowly, tantalizingly seductive. He was hypnotized by their movement, the way you swayed with the beat. You ran your hands down your hips, slowly circling. He licked his lips, his knuckles cracking as he watched you. He was rock hard in his jeans, aching to bury himself inside you. You smirked at him, knowing exactly what you were doing. Your eyes were dark, almost black as you licked your lower lip in invitation. Beau was about to snap. You had those tight jeans on and that low cut shirt, the swell of each breast peaking out. He wanted to run his tongue over them, tasting, savoring. He shifted from his spot in his chair trying to relieve some of the tension. You crooked your finger at him, beckoning him to come to the dance floor with you. The beat was heady, sensual, perfect for all the things he was feeling. He stalked towards you and your eyes dilated further. He looked so sexy in his snapback and tank top, his jeans falling into his shoes. You were itching to run your fingers over his skin, drive him crazy. He reached you in three strides, his long hands claiming your waist roughly. He dragged you into his body, your breasts flush against his chest and he groaned. You felt him by your hip and you grinded down on him, feeling him swell further. His hands trailed down your body as he swayed with you, your bodies fused together. Jesus, you felt amazing. ”I need to get you home,” he groaned as you worked your ass on him. He couldn’t take it, he needed you naked and beneath him now. “Babe, now, please.” You stretched against him and he kissed your shoulder, his teeth nipping at your skin as you pulled at the hair on the nape of his neck. He crushed his mouth to yours, his tongue doing amazing things, and you couldn’t help but imagine it somewhere else. You nipped his lower lip then licked the sting away, your hands lightly running down his hard-on. “That’s it.” He dragged you out of the club and into a taxi, settling you down in his lap as he worked his mouth feverishly over yours, cupping your breasts in his hands. You moaned, trying to control yourselves until you got inside. Once you stumbled through the door, your back was immediately to it as he ravished you. He pulled your jeans off and you threw his belt across the room. “I need you inside me,” you panted. “Fuck that’s so hot.” he groaned, his hands cupping your ass. You jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist as he sunk into you, both of you moaning. “So fucking tight,” he murmured, thrusting into you again. Your head fell back against the door with each thrust as he claimed you, heart, body and soul.