The club was pulsing with music, the basslines vibrating through my skin like a living thing. I clutched my drink, feeling oddly out of place even as I knew every inch of this place like the back of my hand. The lights flickered, casting shadows across the crowd that danced and swayed to the rhythm. I scanned the crowd, searching for someone, anyone, to make this night feel a little less lonely. And then I saw him. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and moved with a confidence that was almost magnetic. His dark hair was disheveled, falling into his eyes as he nodded his head to the music. I knew I shouldn't approach him, knew that I shouldn't get my hopes up. But something about him called to me, and I found myself weaving through the crowd, making my way towards him. I took a deep breath, summoning up the courage to say something, anything. When I finally reached him, I could feel the heat radiating off his body, and it was intoxicating. He looked up at me, his eyes meeting mine for a brief moment before darting away, as if he'd seen something he shouldn't have. He turned back to me, his eyes meeting mine once more. There was something vulnerable in their depths, and it made my heart ache. I didn't know what came over me in that moment, but something propelled me forward, made me take a step closer to him. His scent filled my nostrils, a mix of sweat and cologne that was oddly addicting. There was a pause, long enough for me to wonder if I'd said the wrong thing, but then he took a step closer to me, his body brushing against mine. My heart raced at the contact, and I found myself leaning into him, wanting more. His hand reached out, cupping my cheek gently. Then he kissed me. His lips were soft, and they moved against mine with a tender urgency that took my breath away. His hands slid down my back, gripping my ass, pulling me closer as he deepened the kiss. I moaned into his mouth, feeling a shiver run down my spine as his tongue danced with mine. The music seemed to fade away, and all that existed was the touch of his skin against mine, the taste of him on my lips. He pressed his body against mine, molding us together as if we were made for this moment. I ran my hands up his chest, feeling the hard planes of his stomach beneath my fingertips. He gasped into my mouth, and I knew I was driving him wild. With a growl, he spun us around, backing me up against the wall. His hands were everywhere, unbuttoning my shirt, pulling it off of me, revealing my bare skin to the cool air. He trailed his fingers down my stomach, dipping into my jeans, and I arched my back, wanting more. His lips found my neck, sucking gently on the skin there, making me shiver. His hands moved up my sides, unhooking my bra, freeing my breasts from the confines of my lace bra. He cupped them in his hands, kneading them gently as he lowered his head, taking one nipple into his mouth. I cried out, arching my back as pleasure coursed through me. He sucked harder, flicking his tongue over the tight peak, and I could feel myself growing wetter. His other hand slid down, cupping my aching center through my jeans. He rubbed in circles, his fingers teasing me, driving me wild. I wanted him inside me, wanted to feel him filling me up. I moaned into his mouth as he kissed me, my body responding to his touch without reservation. He lifted me up, wrapping my legs around his waist as he pressed me against the wall. His free hand gripped my ass, squeezing, as he thrust his hips forward, pushing his hard length against my entrance. I cried out, arching my back, wanting more. He kissed me roughly, his tongue dueling with mine as he began to move, thrusting in and out of me in a steady rhythm. I could feel every inch of him inside me, filling me up, claiming me as his. My body responded instinctively, meeting his thrusts, urging him on. The wall behind me felt rough against my bare back, but it only added to the sensation, the pleasure coursing through me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my nails digging into his shoulders, and I could feel the tension building inside me, threatening to explode. He kissed me harder, his tongue dancing with mine, and I could feel the pressure growing, building, as he thrust deeper and deeper inside me. I arched my back, moaning into his mouth, feeling the familiar tightening in my core. He groaned against my lips, his thrusts growing faster, harder, and I knew he could feel it too. He lowered his head, kissing his way down my neck, his lips finding the spot where his skin met mine. He sucked gently, leaving a trail of pleasure behind him. His thrusts grew deeper, harder, and I could feel my body responding in kind. I arched my back, moaning into the crook of his neck as the pressure built inside me. We both got into a orgasm and we hold on for a few minutes.