Free Forbidden by Vanessa Devereaux

and rubbed her face on his chest, obviously enjoying herself too.
    A couple brushed by them doing a hot and saucy twirl around the floor in time with the salsa beat, and Jon belatedly realised the tempo of the music had picked up.
    “You know how to do this?” he asked Maggie.
    She shook her head. “You’ll have to teach me.”
    He twirled his hips. “Here, like this.” He placed his hands on her hips and moved them for her.
    She soon picked up the beat, turned and playfully ground her butt into his groin. Jon laughed and put her arms around her body, holding her butt to his crotch as they thrust their bodies together in time to the music.
    And he couldn’t resist what he felt the urge to do next.
    He kissed her neck, letting his mouth linger on her skin as Maggie pounded her butt into him. His cock grew harder with each of their gyrations. There was no way he could take much more of this without stripping and making love to her. Not just touchy feely, but the whole enchilada. Tonight he’d have her completely but he had to play it cool, crafty in fact.
    “I don’t know about you but I’m in need of some more of the touchy feelys,” he whispered into her ear.
    If she believed they were heading back home just to do more of what they’d done the night before, she’d be more relaxed, her guard would be down and they could move to the next step…full blown sex
    “Yeah, the wine and the sexy music have done something to me too,” she said.
    “I’ll pay the bill and we’ll head home.” On the way out he held her hand. They were like a couple on a date who’d known one another for months rather than two people who’d met just a few days ago.
    When they got in the car, he leaned over and kissed her as her hand went to his crotch and squeezed his cock. It felt great, but not half as good as he’d feel when entering Maggie’s pussy for the first time.

    Maggie had purposely limited herself to two glasses of wine, but the hot salsa music and the closeness of Jon’s body had weakened her defences. And at his apartment again he looked ready to rip her clothes off, and she figured she seemed the same way.
    “Let’s head to my bedroom this time.”
    His mouth found hers, and stayed lip locked as they made their way to the next room, Maggie unbuttoning Jon’s shirt, him unzipping her dress as they edged closer to the door.
    She opened it and slid it down off his shoulders, then tugged at his wrists to get the material over his hands. She threw it on a nearby chair as cool air hit her back when Jon unzipped her dress all the way to the base of her spine.
    They stopped kissing and Jon stepped away from her so he could ease the dress down her body. Maggie stepped out of it and now wore just her bra and panties. Jon ran his hand down her belly. Drawing in her breath, she reached out and opened his zipper, then dragged his pants down his legs. This time he was wearing underwear, tighty-whities. The bulge in the front of them huge and oh, so tempting.
    “By the way, my bra is secured by a clasp at the front and not the back,” she told him.
    He smiled and released the clip, allowing the bra to fall away from her breasts, then reached for her nipples, playfully pinching and rolling them in his fingers. Next he took the entire weight of her breasts in his hands and squeezed them before kneeling before her, pulling her panties down her legs and planting a kiss on her mound before standing again. Knowing he wanted to have her, not one of the other young girls who must be lining up to date him, made her feel sexy, wanted and alive.
    Maggie kicked away her panties before tugging Jon’s underwear down his legs. He lifted his feet one at a time, so she could slip off his briefs. She threw them on the chair.
    They both stood naked, looking at one another. The sight of Jon took her breath away. Tanned, muscular… How could any woman resist a guy who looked like this, even if he was her friend’s son?
    He lifted and carried