Sexy Romance: Without A Word Spoken (Hot, Steamy, Sexy Romance Stand Alone)

Without A Word Spoken

By

A.J. Cabrera

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Copyright © 2015 by

A.J. Cabrera

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The music pulsated in rhythm with the strobe lights playing in the club.  It was packed full of hot, sweaty bodies competing to take up the same space. All of them search for the same goal.  Flattery, acceptance and the hope that tonight was their lucky night.

She strutted seductively making her way through the sea of human flesh.  Standing up tall, she was perfectly aware her every move was being watched by men who would like the chance to go home with her.  This happened every time she went out to these places.  She could feel the eyes of lust upon her as she walked past toward her destination.  It made her feel both sexy and self-conscious at the same time.

On this night though, she didn't concern herself with the silent flattery of those eyes invading her body as she moved.  She was looking for only one man.  The man who would become her lover. 

He was standing alone on the side and out of the way of the dance floor, his back against the bar.  He was nursing his third beer for the night and second-guessing his decision to allow his buddies to talk him into going out with them.  He didn't particularly enjoy the club scene anymore.  He found it stale and without excitement. 

The same routine played out in front of him every time he went out.  Women, no-girls, would try their best pick-up lines on him, hoping that their particular technique of hair tossing or a loose cackle at his jokes would turn his head.  In the past, he had used their childishness to his advantage, taking them home and fulfilling his needs while pretending to let them think they'd won.

Now though, he longed for something more.  If not a relationship, at least a serious challenge.  A woman who would excite his mind as well as his libido.  He took a final swallow from the now warm beer, sat it down on the bar and was about to tell his friends he was leaving when he saw her standing across the way. 

She was a tall, slim figure.  She wore a form-fitting black dress that looked more like lingerie than something you would wear out.  The material hugged her breasts, while the hem barely fell to her mid-thigh.  She stood on black high heels that gave her a statuesque appearance.

She was watching the crowd on the dance floor.   Her attention was on the gyrating bodies, all doing their best to interpret the movements to a sinful mating dance.  He initially tried to steal his glances upon her, but when he saw how preoccupied she was, he felt comfort in knowing he wasn't going to get caught staring at her. 

His glances turned to curiosity in her as he watched her face.  He knew already that she was quite different.  She seemed to be so entranced by what she saw, and if he didn't know any better he would swear that she was aroused.

Her loins began to sweat watching so many in the heat of their lust and surrendering their control to the beat of the music.  She marveled at how easy it was for them to lose themselves and allow their bodies to follow.  Immediately, agony tugged at her own heart out of longing to feel that, and to give that to another.  She wanted to express herself that way. 

Her attention was suddenly distracted by the feeling that she was being watched.  She turned her head to find herself validated by her discovery.  He caught her off-guard and upon looking at him, she briefly lost her breath.   She hadn't expected to see such an attractive man locked in her direction. 

Their eyes met and stayed on each other.  She couldn't break its connection, and then realized she didn't want to.  His physique was impressive and immediately she imagined what it would be like to touch him and to allow him to touch her.  It was then that she knew that she wanted to claim him.

She gathered all of the self-confidence she could muster and decided to take control of her destiny.  She slowly made her way over to him, taking her time but never breaking eye contact with him.  She could almost feel a conversation taking place between their bodies, and somehow it felt wrong to interrupt their telepathic communication.

It seemed like forever for her to come to him, he thought.  But he still savored every move her body made while it glided closer to him.  Damn, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.  His curiosity soon turned to lust, which turned to a savage need to control her.  The calm nature with which she approached him sent his insides out of control.  She didn't say a word upon standing in front of him.  And for whatever reason, propriety wasn't dictating anything between them at this moment.

Their eyes maintained an intense stare upon each other and her needs were translated to him.  He could feel what she wanted without even touching her, and it made him hard.  He refrained from making any sound or movement that would resemble any hint of normalcy in these situations and simply stood there quietly, allowing her to guide him to the next step.

She could feel that he understood.  She instinctively knew she didn't have to play any games or hide behind formalities with him.  It was a freeing and very intense connection.  She gave a silent prayer of thanks that her release was soon at hand. 

She concentrated on slowing her breathing and quieting her already excited heart, and with a wave of blood flooding to her head and body, she slowly and with great care and purpose stepped closer into his personal space.  The noises and people surrounding them were just as loud and present but somehow seemed to dim away from the two of them. 

He lowered his head to adjust his gaze on her with her closeness and continued to maintain his stillness.  It was clear to him now, that part of her fulfillment was coming from her having to take these steps and put herself out there.  He obliged her and waited patiently for her to come to him.  Inside though, he was a wreck of impatient yearning for her.  He had an impulsive need to get to the point, but he saw value in this woman, who on the inside appeared to be a frightened little girl.

As their gaze closed the distance, she leaned into him and kissed him hotly.  He temporarily lost himself with the awaited touch of her body to his, and cupped her face in his hands as he returned the kiss with his own emphasis of passion.  

She felt herself in his arms and then immediately felt her whole body relax.  He sensed her relief and stepped up to make her feel as comfortable as she could within his arms.  All of a sudden it mattered to him that she felt comfortable and relaxed with him. 

Tongues touched, mouths caressed each other and a fiery conversation was taking place between their minds.  His thumb brushed her lips sexually and she gladly accepted its metaphor, sucking at it.  Her relief and comfort evolved into a lustful control that she had to know with him. 

The beauty of him.  She wanted to know the sins of that mating dance.  She backed away from him slightly, allowing her kiss to resonate on his lips.  He needed more of her and could not for the life of him see why she would deny him.

She took his hand and led him to the back corner of the club into the VIP section.  A place where the lights were very low and sofas were provided for the comfort of the ‘important’ people.  With great purpose, she pushed him down onto the sofa so that he sat straight up against the back.  She slithered down onto his lap where her hot little box was caressing his shaft through his black slacks.  He could feel how hot she was down there and he thought he would lose it right then. 

At the mere contact of him to her most private place, she felt her body tremble.  It had been so long for her and she wasn't sure how much control she had over herself.  The thought that they were in a club full of bystanders, some noticing them, others oblivious, transformed her nature into an animalistic predator.  She wanted the hot, raw experience of unconventional sex, and she wanted him to give it to her.

Within the darkness all around them, he sank his tongue onto her skin.  Kissing her neck and licking his way down to her breasts.  She grinded herself into his lap and moaned a much needed release of frustration.  He grabbed her breasts over her dress and tenderly squeezed them.  She could feel his shaft growing against her pussy. 

She opened her eyes and lifted his face with her hands up to her gaze.   Once he was suspended within her watchful eyes, she pushed the shoulders of her dress down over her arms, exposing both breasts to him.  Her nipples were tight and hard, begging to be licked and sucked. 

He didn't waste any time translating their meaning. He happily took the first, and then the other into his mouth and warmly sucked on them.  A moan, this time much louder, escaped her lips.  She could not deny her pleasure to him.  He would not have stood for such deception from this woman he was about to claim for himself.

Her tits in his mouth triggered her pussy to rain sweet juices.  She could no longer control her own body as it betrayed all signs of behaving itself.  She slid back away from his lap enough to undo his pants. Across the way, another couple was watching at another sofa and making out with each other, obviously turned on by the show. 

She carefully unzipped his pants and took out his cock.  A moment of panic settled in her when she realized how large his member actually was.  This wasn't something she was prepared for or had ever had.  She wondered briefly if she could handle it.  He closed his eyes at the touch of her releasing his dick.  It was so sensitive and ready to trespass into her private, secret place. 

She grasped his face in her hands, then covered her mouth with her hand and gathered enough saliva to transfer onto his now throbbing cock.  With his gaze on her, she slid her hand with the lubricating moisture onto his cock.  She started slowly rubbing his dick with her cupped hand, mimicking the motion of being inside of her pussy.

  The modest rhythm of her talent was met with a new song that played in the distance.  Tribal and imposingly rhythmic, she met its beat with her own.  She kept up the speed until she could feel that he was very close to cumming.

She stopped, holding his cock in her hand while she used her knees to prop herself up.  She knew this was about to hurt, but as wet as her tight little pussy was, she was hoping that it would only be brief pain.  Guiding his hot and hard dick with her hand, she carefully and slowly slid herself onto him.   Her loud moans of pleasure were met with his rough groans of submission. 

He held onto her hips while his body tensed at the sudden warmth that enveloped him.  Her tits were in his face and he used that opportunity to put them in his mouth, alternating each and sucking on them until he thought he would burst.  She didn't slow her movements, and only increased them as she read his pleasure growing inside of her.   Her pussy was beginning to throb with the initial stages of her releasing orgasm. 

They knew they were about to come together.  The music seemed to tune into what was happening between them because its beat was coinciding with the pace at which they found themselves fucking each other.  He looked over her shoulder to see the other couple who was watching them. 

The girl was sitting on her man's lap facing away from him, with a skirt on and apparently nothing on underneath because her guy was fingering her.  He could see her ecstasy and imagine the shiny juices flowing from her pussy.  This made him insane with wanting to cum.

He turned his attention back to his woman.  She was concentrating on her own elation as her pussy was about to spew sweet juices all over his cock.  As her moans became louder and competed with the blaring techno music, he could feel the walls of her tight pussy closing in around him.  He knew she was coming and he intended to never let her forget this time with him.  He held onto her hips and forced her down onto his dick harder and faster.  She couldn't help herself anymore. She was lost to this stranger.  A prisoner of her own desire.

As she rode him to the finish line, the events of this evening flashed back into his mind.  Her beauty, her hot touch, the couple who were getting off because of them-all of this compounded into his mind and he began to explode his seed inside of her while she was losing herself within him.  

They fucked each other as hard as they could and their joint screams and moans were masked as background noise to all of the people around them.  As the wave rolled over and passed them, they clung to each other in silent desperation recovering.  Both needing and wanting this type of love.  Both unaware of how starved they were before they met each other. 

She placed a sweet, gentle kiss upon his sweating forehead as she caressed his mouth.   He pulled her close to him, not wanting her to dismount from him just yet.   One last kiss befell him from her lips before she took her time giving his cock back to him. 

She straightened her dress out and brushed back her disheveled hair with her hands.  A calming look on her face betrayed her gratitude to him for allowing her to express herself so completely on him.