I remember it like yesterday, when he first touched me in that dimly lit corner of the club. His hand was cold as it slid up my inner thigh, and I felt a shiver run through me. He whispered something into my ear, but his words were lost to the pounding bass from the DJ booth.
We left the crowd behind and made our way to a quieter area, where the low light cast shadows across our bodies. His fingers traced lines along my skin, making their way towards my cunt. As he brushed against it, I felt wetness pool between my legs - an unmistakable sign of desire.
"You're soaking," he muttered, slipping a finger inside me. I moaned at the sensation, feeling him explore every inch of my insides with that single digit. "I want you, baby. Badly."
His fingers were deft and knowing, teasing me into submission as they moved in and out of my pussy. I could feel the swelling between his legs, the hardness pressing against my ass. He reached down to pull us both closer, and then he was inside me - thick, long, and so fucking good.
We fucked there on the cold concrete floor, our bodies grinding together in a rhythmic dance of lust. Every thrust sent ripples of pleasure through me, building towards an orgasm that seemed almost too intense to bear. But he didn't let up, pushing deeper with each pump until I was screaming his name into the night air.
Afterwards, we lay sprawled out on the floor, our hearts pounding in time with one another. He kissed me tenderly, whispering words of love and desire that sent shivers down my spine. But there was no denying it - this moment was all about sex. Raw, primal, unapologetic sex.
As we dressed and stumbled out into the chill night air, I knew one thing for certain: our encounter had been more than just a casual hookup. It was an experience that would leave both of us craving more.