Just a little distraction

RUTH’s POV

"Hi," I replied and gurgled down the last shot.

"You are gorgeous," he said to me. I felt my cheeks immediately turning red.

"Thank you," I said to him

"May I?" He asked if he could sit beside me. He was a gentleman.

I nodded and Soon he took a seat close to me. So close that I could feel his hot breath on my face, my cheeks.

"You have an amazing smile by the way, and your eyes are perfect.” He kept going on and on about how beautiful I was and honestly, I loved it. He was charming and one thing was sure, he knew how to flatter a woman.

He pulled himself closer to me. His hot breath was On my sensitive neck.

"Can I have a dance? "He whispered. His voice and breath on my neck gave me a tingling feeling on the inside.

He was about to pull his lips away from mine. I grabbed his collar and slowly kissed him. A kiss so sensational and intimate. My heart raced fast in anticipation of his reaction to my bold move. I wasn’t in my right senses but I knew how his lips felt on mine. My loneliness took a strong hold on me.

What was he going to say? I immediately broke the bond between our lips but was surprised when he pulled me by the waist and initiated another kiss. He nibbled on my lips, tenderly and passionately. He wanted my lips just like I wanted his to. He took the first taste, the second, and the third. He knew he couldn't get enough of the pleasure.

He parted my soft lips with his tongue. He was a skilled kisser. The sensation of the kiss sent shivers down my spine. I grabbed his neck and began to roll my hands up and down rhythmically. I didn’t care if we were in the open or if People were staring at us. Satisfying my thirst was all that mattered to me. My vagina was already so wet and demanding.

At that moment, he pulled me to the dance floor where we both moved to the sync of the Romantic music that played.

Other couples were on the dance floor, dancing and chatting but it felt like we were alone In each other's company. The bar was dimly lit, and our eyes were locked in a mesmerizing gaze, it felt like our souls were connected slowly and rhythmically moving to the song YOUR SCENT by Clifford Stones.

We were so close that I could feel his manhood pressing on my vagina.

A moment frozen in time, where our connection became the main focus of our existence.

As the music changes, new energy fills the air. We vibed to the song KISS ME LIKE I’M YOURS BY SARAH JAMES.

Surrounded by the melodic tunes of "Lay Me Down" by Helena Ricky and Tony Jeff in that intimate mood we found ourselves, embracing the playful yet romantic undertone of the song, filling the air with anticipation and drawing us closer. Myself and the man’s connection grew stronger, fueled by our shared desire and the enchantment of the moment. Time stood still as we both surrendered to the magic of the night and in a solemn baritone voice, captivated by my stunning beauty and concerned about my intoxicated state, as I almost tripped over, he again whispered into my ears.

"Will you Come home with me? "

Still clubbed to his neck, I nodded positively.

"My place or yours? " He asked again.

"Take me to your place” I was intoxicated but I knew what going to my place was like

He sat me down in a secluded corner of the bar

I was enjoying everything. The romantic evening, what he did to me, the alcohol, everything was just the right thing for me. It felt like all my sorrows and pain had disappeared. In less than 2 minutes, he returned.

He picked me up and carried me to his car.

Soon we were at his luxurious penthouse. He carried me from the car to his room.

He hardly dropped me when I began to kiss him again. His lips were my favorite part of his body. I jumped on him, wrapped my long legs around his waist, and started to unbutton his shirt without breaking the bond.

His hands were moving all around my body. My soft buttock, my tiny waist, my full round breast that was still hidden inside my dress.

When I had finished undressing him, he pushed me on the bed and shifted my gown up to my abdomen. My brown lace panties were right in front of him. Already soaked from the vagina juice.

He aggressively pulled the panties down to my knee. I lifted myself and took off my gown. My breast bounced out. My small nipples were already hard and sensitive from how aroused I was. I began to tenderly play with them. Stroking my fingers in and out of my mouth with saliva to lubricate my nipples.

My smoothly shaved and wet coochie was right In front of him.

I pulled herself up, spread my legs widely apart, and started to play with my inner thigh. He stood looking at me, pleasing myself. His looks were deadly and seductive. With every touch I laid on myself, I moaned out softly.

I bit down my lips in anticipation of whatever he had prepared for her. He already took off his trousers. He was left only with his boxer shorts.

His manhood was so hard and erect. It shot out of his boxer. The sight of me pleasing myself on his bed made it even harder.

I craved his presence. I craved his lips and scent.

The wait was making me anxious. I adjusted my fingers to rub on my clitoris but I was stopped when he grabbed my fingers and placed them in his mouth. He pulled my fingers out, grabbed my two wrists, and pinned them above my head with one of his hands. He pulled down my dress and panties completely. I was naked.

He began to tattoo his lips all over my body. My collar bone, my ear lobe, my cleavage. I moaned out softly until I felt his tongue on my nipples.

“Ahh yes…yes” His tongue on my nipples felt amazing. His constant rhythm, his suck and tender bite, my toe curled up in shivers.

“Please…..please…..” I begged.

He immediately stops.

“Should I stop?” He asked with his intimidating voice.