He couldn't believe his luck. There was something almost unfair about the entire situation really. The way she moved throughout the room with nothing but a glass in one hand was mesmerizing. Every person she talked to, she captivated their attention, yet he didn't get jealous that her attention was preoccupied. She had promised him a dance, and he knew she kept her promises to him. About halfway through the night, the band started playing slower songs, and that's when he saw her look his way. Slowly and seductively she approached him, taking her delicate time, while he took another sip of his drink. She was beyond sexy…she was everything he had ever fantasized about in the "perfect woman for him" category. She didn't break eye contact with him as she closed the distance between them, causing him to lift his eyebrow. When she was less than a foot away, she didn't say anything, instead merely took his hand, and pulled. He didn't struggle as she led him to the center of the dance floor, placing his hands on her hips and her winding her hands in his hair. He wouldn't admit it out loud, but as smooth as he could be, he had never slow-danced with a woman before. She didn't seem to mind though; instead she simply started to sway from the right to the left establishing a rhythmic motion. He caught on and started to sway with her, even daring to grip her hips a little tighter, making her blush and give him a coy look. He just winked at her as her fingers began tracing his neck. He couldn't help it – he was addicted to her.
As the song went on, he found courage and wrapped one arm around her waist completely and pulled her closer to him. He wrapped his arms around her tighter and kissed the top of her head as they swayed slightly to the beat. Suddenly the song was switched to a sexier beat, and she looked at him with the most damn-adorable-yet-sultry look ever. He could feel his heart pound in his chest. He had never danced to a sexy song before with a girl! What was he to do? She just winked at him, and whispered in his ear, "Relax."
He couldn't help the pounding in his chest though as she slid her right hand through his hair and started wiggling her hips against him. He had the sudden urge to giggle at the unbelievable scene displayed before him – his girlfriend, the girl who the entire student body saw as a leader and a role model, was grinding against him and giving him the sexiest looks ever. He just smiled to himself and shook his head as he attempted to grind with her. She let out a half-moan, half-giggle at his attempts, and turned her back to his chest, wrapping his arms around her as she moved her butt and hips against his groin. Biting his tongue to hold back the moan he knew she was dying to hear, he opted instead to lean down and kiss her shoulder. He could feel her shiver under his touch, which boosted his self-confidence as he kissed up her shoulder and left a nice-sized bite mark on her neck. Letting out a soft moan, she turned around in his arms to look up into his eyes as he ran his hands over her back.
"You're all mine," his eyes spoke as he leaned in to kiss her lips.
Swiftly she ran her tongue over his lips as she winked at him. "You're all mine too."