Do you only wanna dance?

They sway together in an empty room, music low and bodies already warm. His hand slides lower on her waist. She presses closer. The slow rhythm turns into something hungrier until she tugs him toward the corner booth. Once they’re hidden, her dress rides up and his fingers trace bare skin. She drops to her knees, takes him in her mouth, and works him with slow, wet strokes. When he can’t hold back any longer he pulls free and finishes across her face, leaving warm streaks on her flushed skin.