The well-built man stumbled a little as he landed on his ass with a slight thud, with nothing more than a quiet grunt leaving his lips as they smirked up at her, a little giggle left her lips as she stepped back from him.
Getting back into character Tara just licked her lips, with a sultry look on her face, as she scanned his face and body over appreciatively. Before she turned her back to him, only as the music started, feeling the beat of def leopards pour some sugar on me, vibrate through her entire body.
Her hands went into her hair as she began to rock her hips to the rhythm of the music, the young woman felt a slight thrum of nervousness running through her entire body, but she was quick to push it away.
Just as she soon realised that her body was automatically taking over on pure instinct, slowly she was slipping her hands down her body.
Until she reached her knees, bending so her ass was high in the air, she looked back at Dean over her shoulder, as her hand came down on her own ass. Watching him bite his lip and shift in his seat, the sound still obvious even over the music coursing through the room.
Flicking her hair back as she righted her body, she turned back around to face him, slowly making her way towards him, her hips still swinging to the beat as he watched her and her body intently.
Dean's eyes never leaving hers, unless it was to watch the way her body moves, the closer that she got to him, she felt the nerves become very much present again.
Tara placed her hands gently on his knees smirking up at him as she pushed them apart, running her hands slowly but roughly up his strong thighs. Feeling as the tight muscles tensed against her demanding hands and their every touch.
Watching the way that his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, with a neck that was made to sink your teeth into.
In fact, it almost made him look a little nervous and cute even, however, when his tongue went to darting over his plump kissable lips, a different side of him was more obvious, with a look in his eyes that made a desperate shiver roll through her body.
Their eyes lock when she realised that she was probably staring at him while at the same time almost cupping him, in both of her hands.
Instead of worrying though she found herself smirking to as she got an idea.
Running her nails back down his legs to his knees, her back arched perfectly, watching Dean a little smugly as he had just the reaction she hoped for, small moan left his lips barely noticeable and he squirmed beneath her hands.
Placing her hands either side of his head Tara slowly skimmed her nose along his strong jawline, the smell of him was completely intoxicating, leather whiskey and something she couldn't quite place, her breath barely ghosting his neck as she went.
Her lips brushed across Dean's ear, noticing the way that his skin was covered in goosebumps and visibly shivered, the more that she touched him the more he squirmed.
The young woman's hands worked their way down to Dean's wide shoulders, their noses touching as she straddled his slim waist, doing her best to trap the panting man's balled up fists between his hips and her knees.
"Son of a bitch!" groaned a little short of breath, tossing his head back leaning against the back of the couch, as Tara's almost bare dripping wet centre came into contact with his still fully clothed bulge.
"Being so good for me Mr Smith" Tara purred as she rolled her hips to the beat, lifting off of him slightly so their sensitive parts just barely brushed, Dean's eyes were back on hers, their noses touching again as he spoke.
"You'd look so good under me, begging me for more, those gorgeous legs tight around my waist, while I gave you just what you deserved" Dean ground out, their lips still close enough that with one slight movement they would touch.
Tara held back the whimper of need that wanted to leave her lips, as she spoke she sounded in complete control of herself again, "I just bet that I would Mr Smith, but I'd have to say you'd look good tied to my bed, panting and desperate under me" Tara whimpered, with the most innocent look on her face.
"You need to be taught a lesson sweetheart, such a bad girl" Dean moaned in reply Tara merely giggled in reply, before whispering in his ear.
"Good luck with that sir, plus I think you like yourself a bad girl" she smirked, neither said anything else as they just gave each other a look, Dean one that said she was right without saying it, her basically looking a little cocky.
Realising she was in complete control only made Tara desperate to feel what this would be like for real, she slipped her hands under his suit jacket and gripped his shirt tightly in her fists.
Their lips a slight movement away from one another, their previous words only having wound each other up further, their breaths mingling as they continued to pant heavily, the temptation to pull him closer and kiss those lips almost unbearable.
Tara had realised a while back this wasn't anything like any of her other dances, sure she was still dancing, if only slightly, but she had made sure to never get this intimate with anyone, she'd certainly never dirty talked with anyone, but she couldn't find it in herself to care.
Especially every time that his hips would practically jump up to meet her own, she'd just simply smirk at him and push herself fully down on him, causing a desperate groan to leave those luscious lips, right up until his ass was back in contact with the chair.
Then she would go back to the teasing rhythm she had held before, hearing the same growl in his throat every time, the one that made her entire body tingle all over.
"Fuck" Dean growled, Tara managed to keep her rhythm, however hard she was finding it, letting her nails sink into his chest through his shirt.
As she let a small moan pass her lips, falling into her own trap when his hips jumped up to meet hers briefly, she let him this time to relish in the feeling momentarily, before realising she'd lose control soon, if she just continued to practically dry hump this gorgeous man.
Pushing up on her knees, while continuing to rock her hips, Tara slipped her hands up to Dean's shoulders and pushed his jacket from them.
The usually confident man looked up at her, just as she pushed her breasts close to his face, his gorgeous green eyes locked on hers, burning with fire and lust.
The couple briefly noticed the music change to the next song but were a little too wrapped up in each other to notice what it was, the beat worked just right for what Tara needed though so she just, adjusted to the beat of the song.
Unable to stop herself the young wanton woman grabbed one of his tightly clenched fists in her hand, "Dean touch me, please" she moaned, Dean bit his lip watching her above him as he opened his hand for her.
Tara ran his calloused hand up her leg, feeling a shiver run up her body as their skin finally touched, his grip tight and fingers digging into her skin.
Which only caused her to whimper while her other hand hit the wall behind him, so she could keep her balance, as her legs began to shake, from both nerves and desire.
"So bossy" Dean chuckled darkly, as his hand finally reached around and cupped one of her cheeks in his hand.
Tara smirked at him "Like you don't love it, Sir" she giggled the last word, letting go of his hand and grabbing the back of his hair, looking him in the eyes as she sat back down on him.
Dean's hand still gripping her ass cheek tightly in his large hand, feeling the considerable erection pressing into her through his trousers.
They both groaned when they connected again, the sound of any music a distant afterthought to the pair. Releasing his hair she slowly slipped her hand down his firm body, feeling the muscles underneath his shirt, until she was able to loop her hand around his tie, wrapping it in her fist.
Her other hand behind her, holding onto his knee as she bent her body back, in a deep arch pulling his tie until his gorgeous face was back between her breasts.
Those soft lips and tongue working slowly at the inside of one of them, she rolled her hips down onto him harder, feeling the vibrations of his growl against her soft skin. Tara whimpered as Dean's hard length bumped against her sensitive clit, feeling as her wetness began to soak through her panties and his work trousers.
Slowly the young woman righted her flexible body, pushing the hungry man back, so that his spine connected with the back of the sofa harshly, both of them panting heavily, as they looked at each other with hooded eyes.
"Shit sweetheart, I wanna take you right now." growled dean deeply, his eyes raking over her flushed skin. Grabbing her ass tightly in both hands and attempting to pull her closer, and over his hardness.
"Fuck Dean" Tara whimpered desperately, not sure when he had moved his other hand, nor did she care. Her hands were gripping his broad shoulders tightly, her nails digging in again. As his lips ghosted over her neck, Tara's heart started thumping hard in her chest, as she made a decision she was sure she would regret.
"Dean wait, I-I can't do this I'm sorry" she breathed pushing herself up and out of his lap.
Standing in front of him now her body buzzing with a desperate need, Dean got to his feet, so fast she didn't have the chance to step back. They were inches apart from each other, his eyes almost black as he looked at her.
"Tell me you don't want this, that you don't want me, and I'll go" Dean breathed almost against her lips, she hadn't even realised that he'd gotten this close while he'd been talking.
"I can't Dean" Tara groaned stepping away from him, he followed her step by step. Until she was pressed tightly against the wall behind her and his rock hard body.
"Now, that wasn't what I asked was it princess" he smirked, his thumb running across her bottom lip. Before he knew what was happening Tara grabbed his tie and crashed their lips together, in a hungry demanding kiss, that was all passion teeth and tongue, Dean growled pulling her body tighter against his.
Tara bit his lip as she pulled away from the kiss regretfully, putting a gentle finger to his lips when he tried to kiss her again, "Not here" she whispered, just loud enough for him to hear.
"What time do you finish" asked Dean, his voice deep and husky, as his thumbs rubbed soft firm circles into her hips.
Grabbing his wrist and pulling back his sleeve, Tara looked at his watch, noting the time she smirked to herself flicking her eyes up to meet his.
"Would you look at that, looks like I finished, around twenty minutes ago" she giggled.
Before he could answer she'd already made her mind up, tonight she was breaking the rules, "Meet me back at my room in five, I'm taking you home" she winked.
"Well, that does sound like a good plan" Dean smirked back. Pulling her in for another quick kiss, they were both breathing heavily when they finally pulled away, their lips swollen.
"Let's go, sweetheart, before I decide not to wait" Dean smiled that panty-dropping smile.
"And who said you're in charge, Mr Smith" Tara winked, leaving the question in the air as she left the room, making sure to give an extra swing of her hips, presenting him with more of a show of it than usual.
Hearing Dean groan hungrily again, which only made her giggle, tonight had certainly just gotten a lot more interesting.
Stepping into her room she shut the door behind her, pressing herself back into the door and taking a breath, deciding if this was a good idea or not, then she could almost feel his lips and the burn of his slight stubble, the burn still running down her neck and found herself not giving a single shit.
Smiling to herself she quickly packed her things in her bag, and got dressed, pulling on her coat there was a gentle knock at her door. Tara felt the smile stretch across her face as she opened the door, revealing a smirking Dean on the other side, still in his FBI suit now accompanied by a matching black coat.
"I'm gonna need you to come with me, ma'am?" Dean mocked with a charming smile as she opened the door.
"Oh right away agent, I do hope I haven't been a naughty girl," she purred cheekily.
"My partner took my car, do we need a taxi or did you drive?" he smirked as he stopped in front of her, breaking character for a moment.
"Why yes sir, my car is just out here" she smiled as they walked out of the back door and ended up at her car.
"Welcome to the hunk of junk" she giggled unlocking the car and sliding into the driver's seat, Dean quickly joined her, taking a seat on the passenger's side.
They drove back to Tara's house, the hum of the radio in the background, and small talk about their lives and families as she drove, with the odd sexual comment being made now and then.
Dean's hand was resting high on one of her thighs, although Tara was doing her best to ignore it, it was proving increasingly more difficult by the second, especially with the big smirk on his face feeling her thigh shake a little under his hand.
After what felt like years Tara had finally parked up pulling herself from the car and Dean's grip, hearing him quickly jump from the car she continued toward her front door.
Only to find that when she was pushing the key into the door, Dean was pressing tightly to her back his hands on her hips and his plump lips on her neck, his light scruff making her skin tingle.
Momentarily forgetting herself, the young woman found herself beginning to melt back into his strong body, his hands then felt like they were everywhere and she was soaking in everything Dean.
"Get that door open baby" his husky voice groaned against her ear, as he grabbed her small hand in his and guided the key back to the lock, Tara couldn't bring herself to give a shit about her neighbours or their thoughts, as she finally unlocked the door and the pair practically stumbled inside, slamming the door behind them.