She was in my arms, this beautiful woman, as music pounded in the night. My senses were insanely heightened. I distinctly felt a line of sweat between my shoulder blades, sticking my concert T-shirt to my back. I smelled the coconut shampoo perfuming her hair. I thought I somehow heard the chirp of crickets through the din of the band as they played what was probably going to be their final encore.

But mostly I was keenly aware of the hot thrill working within me, and the answering excitement from this female body writhing against mine.

My mouth was still tingling. She’d just broken our slavering, tongue-dancing kiss. In the dimness behind the concession tent, I saw her eyes glimmer. Her breasts, straining against a similar T-shirt of her own, pushed against my chest. Her crotch pressed my groin, where my... Leer Más