Bozena and Sveta (Neuripra) by Poppet

belt.
    Just staring at that belt is making me overheat.
    His movement jerks my attention up to his face, and I'm frozen at him catching me licking him with my gaze.
    I feel guilty, except he's flashing me a supernova smile while his dark eyes fracture the red lighting into gold dust.
    God, he's just so fucking beautiful.
    Embarrassed, heat flaming up my neck and burning into my cheeks, I whip my attention back to the crowd milling around the club, socializing and flirting, meeting and greeting, feeling and kissing...
    It's become impossible. Helpless, I'm drawn back to look at him, spying him shouldering between strangers, walking to the other end of the bar, studiously ignoring me while a smug smirk taunts his lips into a twitch of a smile every third second.
    Leaning both arms on the bar he orders his drink, and then sends his focus back to me, boldly meeting my stare and holding it hostage.
    Full lips compress and I watch him swallow, in slow motion, the entire room fading as if we're the only two people alive.
    It's making me outrageously horny.
    He looks down, deepening the dimple in his chin which the stubble fails to camouflage.
    Aw, it's so damn cute. He looks shy, as if my overt lusting is embarrassing him.
    Shattered, I dive back into my wine, sipping it, trying to find the hidden undertones in the thick liquid, looking for the elusive hints of fuller flavor.
    Remembering belatedly to breathe, I half inhale it in instead of swallow. With my eyes watering, I struggle to hide the cough, hastily putting my crystal goblet on the bar and suffocating on a quiet choke.
    There's goes the dignity. I can't even drink wine in public without making a complete ass of myself.
    Mortified, I dare to peek his way, only to find he's not looking at me, he's talking to some guy with tattoos and a gazillion piercings.
    They thump shoulders, do a weird handshake, and he laughs, breaking my sanity with the smile of a god in the throes of domination.
    He keeps snapping his dark delicious eyes toward me, unable to give that man his full attention. It makes me ache, watching him move, so graceful and charismatic, confident and salacious, powerful ... freaqalicious!
    He looks at me, smiles back at the guy, nodding... then slowly he maneuvers so he can look past the stranger, at me again.
    Every time he meets my eyes with his own, my temperature ratchets up a hundred degrees. I'm growing weaker and more desperate... desperate to be in those arms, tasting that skin, writhing my naked flesh over his, reveling in the sated comfort of muscles and heat, and bites and licks, brutal kisses, harsh hugs, rough fucking...
    I'm a magnet and he keeps staring, deep mystery captures my heart with every glance, and it's so darn adorable when he looks away, conversing, unwilling to be caught watching me, but whenever he looks back my way I'm already drooling at him, utterly smitten with a new obsession.
    Incredible fingers blade through his hair, his hand rubbing to the back of his neck. He's poised with his weight on one leg, the other relaxed, and it's so goddam sexy in the way it hollows out his hips and enhances the bulge in his jeans.
    His arms are corded limbs of might with muscles too big to ever look subtle. With his hand hooked behind his neck, it bunches his bicep and shoulder muscles into individual swells, deepening the dark line running down his chest, his skin exuding a smooth sheen with every flicker of the red strobe light.
    Every movement... even miniscule twitches, send his muscles roiling, unravelling with ripples, crests and dips, like holy parchment needing to be read, fingered, caressed, appreciated, worshipped.
    Holy fuckness!
    With a laugh exposing a kissable mouth and perfect teeth, he glances my way again, his entire demeanor tensing for a second, those dark eyes finally promising more.
    They haven't just licked me, they've broken my legs, turned my hips inside out, and sucked my nipples so hard I swear to god they are no longer on my