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She had finished her story and had walked away from the group. She sat by herself in the shadows for a while, enjoying the silence. She sipped a glass of champagne, the cool liquid offering the slightest respite from the overbearing heat. She looked around watching the various guests mingle with one another. She saw him then, standing at the far end of the terrace, lost in a world of his own. She watched him, studied him. Over the years she had heard many rumours about his behaviour, most of which she suspect was true. He had not changed from when she has first known him, only grown more into what he had always been.
She could never deny, had never tried too, that he was an extremely attractive man; more so than most of the men she knew. But there was something beyond mere looks which attracted her to him; just something about him, a presence and an air that drew her to him like a moth to a flame. Something though, when she looked at him warned her of future danger, but that was not entirely unattractive. She knew that the attraction was mutual, their chemistry undeniable. She had resolved herself from giving in to his wicked charm though, wanted him to be the one to come to her. Back and forth, the teasing and taunting had gone on all summer, childish in some ways really, but it had come to the point where it was only a matter of time before one gave in. And she had every intention of it being him, her pride demanded it
The more formal attitude, which pervaded the first half of the evening, gave way to a looser, more unconstrained feel. Music played; a low, sensuous beat, that all could feel within. Alcohol flowed like water and ever guest was parched. As the night wore on and inhibitions were removed, the night became a perusal of hedonistic pleasures. The heat of the air boiled their blood adding to the now pervading sexuality dominant in the room. The main floor was full of bodies, each covered in a fine sheen of sweat, all grinding up against each other; only somewhat less outright acts than those that were committed in the dark corners of the house.
It was within this throng of bodies that he once again caught site of her; her backside against another mans. She saw him then though no words were spoken her eyes said a million things to him. Every movement made against that random mans body was meant as a tease to him, make him give in. He tried to look away, collect himself, but his eyes were glued to her, her body, its movements. Strong as he may have been he felt every ounce of strength very rapidly failing him.
She could see him breaking. His eyes told the truth about his apparent calmness, his collected state. She could see though that she was winning. She smiles, a lazy, seductive one, meant to tell him she knew what was happening. She kept up her dancing with her partner, never breaking eye contact with him though. Slowly she moved her hand up her body and around her partners neck, allowing him to then move one of his hands down her arms and to land on her stomach, pulling her body tighter against him. The whole time he was watching this, and when she reached up to kiss her partners neck, he lost it.
He walked quickly onto the dance floor, pushing his way past the many bodies until he got to her. He stood in front of her, not saying a word but loudly proclaiming her the winner of their little game. She smiled. Suddenly he grabbed her hand and dragged her off the dance floor. He continued dragging her, although she did not protest, until he got to a small, unoccupied study. He walked in, slammed the door behind him and threw her up against the wall, kissing her with a summers worth of frustration. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back. He grabbed her bottom and she wrapped one of her legs around his waist, pulling his body closer to her, feeling his arousal against her. He slid one hand up her thigh until he reached her panties and then began to slid them down, pausing in his kiss only long enough to discard them to some corner of the room. He reached between her legs and felt she was already aroused as well. She reached down, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. He lifted her dress a bit higher and then thrust into her, both of them grunting in unison. They broke off the kiss, both concentrating on breathing and he moved into her over and over. Very quickly his pace increased and both could feel themselves reaching the edge. Faster and faster they went until she went over the edge and half a second later he followed. Both moaned out loudly in mutual satisfaction. She clung to him, gasping for air, letting the after-tides wash over her in pleasurable waves. He used one arm to support her and himself upright, the other to keep her from moving away as he tried to regain his breath.