Making our way to the bed

Heather moans as I drop my hips to pull my hardening cock out of her pussy; she squeezes her love tunnel as hard as she can, as if trying to keep me inside her, making me moan in turn. I push off from the wall, and she pushes off right after me, then wraps her arms back around me and slides one hand up the back of my neck. Pulling my head forward, she kisses me passionately. I hold her tight, caressing her back as we make out with starveling intensity.

We end up against her door, which is unlatched. Heather drops one arm for a moment to reach behind herself and push the door open, then grabs my ass and squeezes hard. I return the favor and she moans into my mouth, stepping backward to draw me into her room. Her lips grow hungrier and more demanding as she works us over to her bed; the thought flickers across the back of my mind that this must be what dancing is supposed to be like. She sits on her bed, then scoots backward, pulling me with her, before falling back and bringing me down on top of her. I get my knees up onto the mattress while she shifts us around. We end up stretched across the bed without ever having broken our kiss.