December 2005

FYI: Mature Content

Phil's baser side applauded the decision to go blues dancing. When he found out Laura enjoyed this particular style of dance, he started making plans to ensure an entire night off so they could go to his favorite venue. He was especially pleased when she shrugged her pea coat off and he saw the back of her dress. Or lack thereof…

…She sashayed in so close to him that they were touching chest to pelvis, his leg in between hers. They swayed, the movement deep in their hips. He stroked the smooth skin of Laura's back as she kicked one leg back and then the other. He turned them in a circle, still pressed together.

The sensuality of the dance was positively sinful.

Phil watched as she took her lower lip between her teeth and looked up at him, a wicked glint in her eyes. He twirled her out, and when she spun back in, she pressed her entire body to him then ground her hips into his in smooth, subtle circles. His breath hitched and he could feel his pants start to get tight. From the look on Laura's face, she could tell, too.

She tilted her head so she could whisper in his ear. "I have to say, this is the best foreplay I've ever had." His fingers pressed into her back harder. "If we're not careful, I might just ask you to fuck me right here."

Phil wasn't entirely sure how they got back to his apartment, but as soon as the door slammed shut, he picked her up and her legs wrapped around his waist. He deposited her on the counter top in the kitchen—their lips were still locked. She pushed his jacket off, and he slid her dress off her shoulders and down her arms while she unbuttoned his shirt.

When the top of her dress was pooled around her waist, Phil peeled off the cups she wore for support instead of a bra. He kissed his way along her jaw and down her neck, sucking and nipping where her neck met her collar bone and her pulse raced. She gasped—he knew she liked that.

By the time he took a nipple in his mouth, she had a hand threaded through his hair and gripping tight. Every sound of pleasure she made had him getting harder and harder until he had to pull away. He undid his pants, briefs and all, and pushed them down. But before he could step out of them, Laura had him grasped in her hand, stroking up and down as she nibbled on his earlobe.

Suddenly, Phil decided he didn't want to draw this out anymore and he slid her rear to the edge of the counter.

It wasn't the first time they'd had sex. It wasn't even the first time they hadn't made it to the bedroom. But when he entered her with a groan and heard her gasp of pleasure, it sent waves of pleasure down his spine as if it were indeed the first time.

The part of his brain that was still functioning recognized how they looked: Laura holding herself up from the counter top from his neck, her dress bunched in a band around her waist, his shirt unbuttoned but still on and his pants around his knees, her legs wrapped around his waist, strappy heels still on and lacy panties hanging from one ankle.

With that image in mind, he moved faster, his hips twisting in a way that drew a strangled cry from Laura.

She came first, clenching and gasping and mewling. He followed shortly after, forehead pressed against hers. They panted, still coming down from that high. He looked into Laura's eyes, her pupils still dilated. He slowly picked her up, himself still inside her. As he carried her into the bedroom, she rested her head against his shoulder.

Phil gently lay her on the bed and pulled out before undressing her and then himself. He climbed onto the bed next to her and pulled her to his side.

"Let's do that again," she whispered, not wanting to break the mood.

He kissed her slowly. "Of course. But let's just lay here for a while."

So they did.

A/N: Ooohhh look at that! Rating change! Hope you all enjoyed it! Please let me know what you thought!