Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Fuck: You Owe Me: 13 Laura had always loved to dance. She went to every social function her school had and could always be found on the dance floor. Her tastes were generally pop and indie, but in her present state of mind it was not surprising that she began to surrender to the music.

Chris watched her movements, hypnotized. She was smooth, agile, her arms flowing through the air around her. Her eyes were closed and she leaned forward on her knees, her hips moving rhythmically, in concert with rest of her body, one beautiful flowing form of motion. Chris was entranced in a way he couldn't fully describe. High as a kite, there was only one word he could think of to describe it: amazing.

He suddenly got an idea. He dashed over to his closet and rummaged through the top shelf and emerged with a smile on his face and a black metal box in his hands. It was about a foot long and six inches wide, and he plugged it into the wall outlet, setting it on his dresser, aimed directly at Laura on the bed. He then walked over and pulled his blinds closed. The room was almost pitch black at this point, except for two white bars of light along the sides of the window blinds.

"What are you doing?" Laura asked, having momentarily stopped dancing when she felt the change in light. "You'll see." Using the remote, he turned the volup. He could see Laura laughing with delight, but couldn't hear her over the music.

The beat had settled into a transition. Chris knew a change-up was coming. He joined Laura on the bed, both of them moving now. Admittedly, Chris wasn't as florid as she, but nor did he try to be. He just moved as the music told him to. And as the transition crescendoed, Chris aimed a second remote at the black box on the dresser.

It exploded with swirling beams of light reds, blues, greens, magentas, purples, cyans, and even a custom fitted black light that turned their skin tones a smooth, smoky ash color and made their smiling teeth glimmer brightly in the dark. Chris's word of the moment had changed.

Transcendent.

The pot party had turned into a rave.

Laura was only semi-conscious of her movements. She could feel her mind expanding outside her body. Energy, thought, and action all merged into one. With her eyes closed, the rainbow of lights cascaded over her eyelids, providing her a dance of muted shades and tones that flowed through her the way she imagined only the galaxy could.

When the galaxy flows through you, you can't be expected to worry about what your body does.

As the music expanded into an airy breeze that blew through the room, Laura felt Chris's hands touch her, sliding under her shirt and around to the small of her back. He held her against him as they moved, and Laura held her arms in the air, still rolling and twisting them to the music, but now surrounding him with her movements, bringing him into her storm of sensation.

His hands were warm on her skin. In her mind, Laura could see a massive forest of minute hairs, fine and silken, as Chris's palms swept over them, a wave of fire consuming each strand as his touch passed. Soon, her entire back was burning and it was the most sensual feeling of her life.

Her arms descended, wrapping around his neck, her hands climbing up the back of his head, running through his hair, pulling him in, and when their lips met, it was a surging inferno that spilled down and inside her, crashing between her legs.

She moaned, surprising herself, but only for an instant before she was again lost amidst the coursing galaxy of lights that danced over her eyelids.

Their bodies were now moving as one, their hips locked together, bumping, grinding, fusing. To Laura, the whole thing felt like it was happening in slow motion. She remembered all those rave scenes she'd seen in movies, the exhilarating music, the smooth and seductive movements of the dancers.

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INT. CHRIS'S BEDROOM - DAY The TRANCE music fills the room, pounding every corner with its rhythmic tones. LAURA and CHRIS move on the bed in twith the music. Beams of the rainbow swirl out from a black box on the dresser. The moment is intoxicating.

He's returning her kiss with abandon. They're pouring into one another. As his hands run over her back and slide down into her pants to grasp her bare butt cheeks, her hands descend from his hair, down over the front of his shoulders, and inside his pants to his hips. They hold each other, instruments of motion, each moving the other as the music moves them.

Chris's kiss breaks from her lips and falls to her neck. Then her shoulder. Then back. He's everywhere, consumed by the world they've both created. She moans openly into the air, thrusting her hips against his and holding his head to her.

Laura is no longer in control, and she loves it. She's surrendered to the moment, the music, the room, the drug. When she feels one of her hands slide around to Chris's front, she mentally thanks it, as if it has a mind of its own. Sliding down inside his boxers, it takes hold of his semi-hard shaft and begins gently squeezing. Her other I runs back up to his hair and she devours his mouth with all the passion in world. She feels a tugging at her heart, as if she wants to tell him something but they're beyond words now. She can find no spoken language for this pressure, this need, this affection that beats in her chest.

She can feel his shaft getting warmer in her hand, thickening and growing. Soon it's tenting against his pants. Her other hand leaves his head to unbutton his fly, and his hands move up to her hair and take over the kiss. Once he's free and exposed to the air and her soft fingers wrap around him again, he groans, and she suffocates his groan with a kiss, as if she wants to breathe in his pleasure. She's now stroking him quickly and steadily. He can feel the bass in his balls, only heightening Laura's hand job.

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Chris keeps his eyes closed, feeling her husky breaths against his balls, and then the tip of her tongue runs up the underside of his sac, across the base, and traces the vein along the underside. His breath catches in his throat as she does this twice more, then escapes in a moan as he feels her lips, hot and moist, wrap around his glans, her tongue lathering the tip of his cock.

Laura tastes the saltiness of his cock and smells his deep musk, and it drives tingles between her legs. With one hand and elbow steadily pumping the base of his cock and supporting her wait on the bed, she raises her hips up on her knees and slides her other hand down her front and inside her pants where she instantly finds her clit and starts playing. She moans over the head of his cock and feels him shudder. The more she works her clit, the wetter she gets, and the wetter she gets, the harder she sucks on his cock. When he feels her mouth take him deeper, he opens his eyes and looks down. The spiraling lights fall over the shimmer of her hair like rain, and when he sees she's raised up on her knees and playing with herself, he can no longer kneel idly by.

He leans forward and takes hold of her hips, turning them, trying to lead her into rolling onto her back. She does so carefully, so that she never has to take him cock from her mouth. The feeling of her lips rolling 180 degrees over the head of his cock, her tongue moving from the underside to the top, is like nothing Chris has felt before. Her cheeks are puffing in and out as she sucks and blows in rapid succession. He's going to have to concentrate.

With Laura on her back now, Chris undoes her corduroys. She again raises her hips so that he can slide her pants and underwear down, exposing her smooth sex to the room's cool air. Chris admires her body for a moment; her top has bunched up just underneath her breasts, exposing her smooth tummy and abs, all the down to her hand feverishly working her clit and her bare legs below that. Her body oozes sexual perfection. She is beautiful.

He then leans forward, supporting himself on his knees so that she can continue sucking him while he kisses his way down her stomach, over the edges of her hips - which cause her to writhe underneath him and hum over his cock appreciatively. His hand slides over hers and she takes hold of it, guiding his fingers between her legs and leading them where she wants. Chris trails light kisses just outside where their hands work.

Laura is so lost in stimulation that the only thing to tether her to reality is his cock in her hand and mouth. Her tongue works slowly and purposefully, washing over the ridge of his glans before she opens wider and slides the entire length of his shaft into her mouth again. Upside down, her head lulled back as far as it could go, his cock fits perfectly down her throat, and when she swallows, the muscles gently milk the tip of his shaft. Add to that the smooth twisting of her fingers around his base, and he's incapable of speaking. Just licking.

And using his hand, he moves hers away so that his kiss can move down over her moist lips. He smells her juices, and they are so overpowering that he feels his balls tighten and he fears he might climax too soon. But he steadies himself and sets to work running his tongue down the length of her pussy. He finds her clit again and makes small circles around it, barely touching the edges. Her hips move to meet his tongue, but he always keeps it a breath away. When her desperate moaning over his cock becomes a steady hum of need, he finally runs the tip of his tongue overtop her engorged organ. mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliI0fiflO&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofifl0&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1