I’ve never seen her dance. Didn’t know she could move her body in a way that banishes every unspoken thought. I watch as she weaves magic, dipping, rolling and curving around the pole. She’s in her element. I feel bad for being jealous of something that clearly brings her such peace.
I study the strong lines of Maevyn’s body as she twists and turns, contorting into a ritualistic dance of carnal worship, showing me an all-new side of her. When I look at her face, she almost seems in a world of her own. She’s not dancing for anyone else. She’s dancing for herself, relishing praise upon her body and connecting to some inner power only she can hear.
When those dark eyes find mine, it’s like a whip lashing out and holding me in a spell.
“What do you think?” She hooks her leg around the pole and spins until the other leg joins, crossing over one knee as if she’s sitting like some prim and proper lady, when in reality, she’s a goddamn queen. My queen.
“You’re so beautiful, it’s dangerous to a man’s health,” I murmur. “I think my heart stopped and started ten times.”
She steps away from the pole, arms raised above her head as she spins on her tiptoes. Her perfect heart-shaped arse has my cock thickening in my basketball shorts. It takes me back to the first time I saw that kissmark tattoo, desperately wishing I could sink my teeth into it.
My eyes drag up her torso as she continues to approach me. Sweat glistens over her chest, and a fire burns in her gaze. She moves around my chair, hands raking over me until she’s standing at my side, and she kicks a leg up, placing a foot on my lap.
I feel my cock twitch as it hardens further, ready to sink into my new favourite place. Locking my hand around her ankle, I hold her still so my lips can trace over her knee and up her thigh.
“You’re not supposed to touch the dancers,” she says as though she’s begging me to do far more thantouchher. She’s practically pleading for me to redefine her existence.
My mouth keeps travelling up her leg as my other hand finds the hem of her shorts, pushing it up over her arsecheek. The second my eyes find her tattoo, I sink my teeth into her skin.
She gasps. “Did you just bite me?”
“Just fulfilling a fantasy.”
“What other fantasies do you have about me?” she asks as she pulls her ankle from my grip, placing it back on the floor.
Never letting you go.
Her hands come to rest on my shoulders as she flings her other leg over me and sits down. My hands run over her thighs until they settle on her hips. “You’re not trying very hard to make sure I keep my hands to myself.”
Leaning in, she whispers in my ear, “You’re the exception to the rule.” The words reassure the possessive side of me, and my eyes fall closed in relief as her cocoa perfume wraps around me.
By some miracle, I still have enough coherent thoughts to cast back to the list she made with all her fantasies. Her chest pushes into me as I continue to kiss down her neck and shoulder.As much as I’d love to taste her, the move has my mind circling around one particular item.
My fingertips graze over her shoulder until I find the flimsy strap of her sports bra and tug letting her breasts spill free. I lean down, sucking an already hard nipple into my mouth. I palm her other breast through the fabric, thumb running back and forth over the barbell.
Maevyn’s head drops back, and her hips gently rock over my lap as I flick my tongue around her, up and down, before teasing her with my teeth.
Her hands fist into my hair, holding my head against her as I keep my movements slow, drawing out the sensations. I let my hands and mouth explore as if I have all the time in the world, and for her, I have everything.
She sighs as her hips roll against me, harder and more determined, until her pussy makes contact with my dick, separated only by the thin layers of our clothing.
One hand flies to her hip, halting the movements as I pop off her nipple and shake my head.
“What?” She frowns.
“I thought a nipple-only orgasm was on your list.”
Her mouth sputters open as she tries to form words. “But—but I’m so close.” She tries to rub her clit against me.
“Then hold still and let me look after you.” I flick my tongue quickly over her. “Let me play with these nipples that are begging for my attention, until you come in my lap. Let me bend you over so I can bury my cock so deep inside you, I’ll have you praying to the stars for mercy. And because I know what a good girl you are, you’re going to take it, and say thank you.” I grip her chin, pulling her unfocused eyes to mine. “I always look after you, don’t I, baby?”
Her eyelashes flutter as she nods, and I snake my arm around her back, hauling her against me and catching her mouth with mine. I kiss her fiercely, thrusting my tongue inside her mouth, tostroke against hers. She meets me with the same hunger, fingers pulling on my hair as she moans into my mouth.
I pull back and suck one nipple into my mouth while my hand squeezes her other breast. My tongue and teeth fight for dominance, switching between slowly lapping over her skin, to flicking my tongue over her with unleashed fury, and back to raking my teeth over the hard bud in a teasing drag. My palm rubs in light circles over her other nipple, making her shiver and pant.
My arm still locks her hips in place, but I can feel the way she’s trying to fight. She’s desperate to move, and it has my cock throbbing. I trace kisses over the swell of her breast and up her neck until I’m reaching her mouth again. My lips crash against hers while my thumb rubs over the barbell.
Her nails scratch through my hair and across my back as she groans. “Don’t stop.”
