But he knew there would be so much time to devote to that perfect curve of hers, as he let his grip travel back up, to gather his fingers around her waist, in a grip that he would surely repeat tonight, preferably without any fabric between them as they would arrive at the dance floor which wasn't too populated by people but gave them enough privacy as he led her into the center of the small gathering, without uttering a word, and never once taking her eyes off of hers as he would let go of the grip he held on her waist to twirl her body gently before wrapping his arm around her to pull her back into him, making her ass press up against his crotch..
And one their bodies were pressed against each other's, his hands would travel up, to her breasts and this time, he wouldn't be gentle as he would squeeze at her left breast, gathering the fullness of it in his large grip, pressing harder even if it was through the fabric, before leaning in to whisper,
"My dear little Spanish gatita.. Don't worry, I'm sure I can handle your torture, but just remember that as much as you would give to me, I would be sure to return the same, in kind.. Mm.. I love how well, your breast fits in my grip, do you think it's unfair that your right one isn't getting any attention.. All you gotta do is, beg for me to give it that attention, mamacita.."
And he could tell from the corner of his eyes that a few people, men and women alike were staring but he didn't care for their judging look, he was used to life-threatening situations at work, and if he had been lucky to be alive, he was going to make the most of it, question was, as he stood there, swaying gently behind her, how would she react? What would she say next, he wondered, keeping his rugged chin, right over her delicate, smooth shoulders, waiting to hear her now..