“Girl, I don’t know why you call yourself running as if I ain’t about to catch you.” We paused before she took off toward theother side of the room. I was quick though, catching her and pulling her back on my already hard dick.
“See, told you. Now show me this pretty pussy,” I said while stripping her out of her robe to discover she was naked underneath. I bent her over the table, smacking it nice and hard, causing her to gasp before moaning as I did it again.
“What you running for, huh, Lou?” I asked while I pulled my shorts and boxer briefs down at the same time. I took the head of my dick and caressed her folds that grew slick with each pass.
“Put him in, baby,” Lourdè whined while she attempted to stretch her hand back and do it herself. I popped her hand just as she touched the base.
“Uht uht, your ass was just trying to run from me, not wanting me to see my pussy, but now you want him inside her?” With all her ass, she began to nasty grind on him until her folds parted around him.
“Fuck,” I grunted while I stood there watching the magic she was performing. I didn’t even know tricks like this existed.
“This is what Kimmie taught me the other day. How am I doing, Chief?” Lourdè looked back at me with a sly smirk. That had me losing it, pushing myself inside her.
The gasp was louder from her, but my baby wasn’t alone. Each time I was home inside her, it felt like the first time.
“Dance on this muthafucka, baby,” I groaned.
I closed my eyes, taking in the feeling. When the tingle came, I took over, grabbing her waist and pumping longer strokes. Lourdè’s low throaty moans turned into full blown whimpers while she came with me right behind her, filling her walls yet again.
It had been months and not once had the conversation of condoms or birth control come up, not even as an afterthought for me until now.
For better and babies.
Yes, that was my thought as I didn’t even rush to pull out. The way Lourdè felt, I was sure she already was or would be.
“Johnni,what’s going on with you today? You keep going for extra time on that spin that’s throwing off the count and you’re not hitting the helix on time. Start from the air walk pose, also let’s add a flare before you twist into the corkscrew this time too. Rely strictly on your silks to carry you. Let yourself naturally fall into your movements. Trust yourself.” I stood by listening to her trainer yell over the music playing from the speakers. We were currently in their guest house with a stripper pole in the middle of the living room. They had been at it for hours now. Lourdè didn’t respond verbally, instead only offering a nod as the music restarted with her getting back into her position.
The regular routine of practice and fittings with Mrs. Steph being here every day for longer hours, meant we were hardly ever alone before he came home.
The hardest part of the job was being this close and not being able to touch when I wanted or how I wanted.
This time though, I failed at not keeping my eyes off her as she moved with the silks first, flowing like a butterfly gliding through flower petals, moving her legs as if she was truly walking on the clouds.
“Corkscrew, Johnni, then go to the upside down butterfly for me.”
It was like I was back at Seventh Heaven all over again, hypnotized by her movements, then my mind went back to the trick she did on my dick last week in the kitchen.
Kimmie yelling brought me back before my dick was staring too.
“Helix, Johnni!” I saw it all happen so fast. She flipped and the silk didn’t catch her. I moved fast, but she still hit the floor, hard.
“Ah!” She screamed, just as I scooped her up in my arms.
“I got you, Lou,” I said lowly.
“Oh my gosh, Johnni are you okay?” both Kimmie and Mrs. Steph asked while moving closer to us.
Johnni winced from the pain but nodded.
“Can you stand?” I asked before helping her up. Her knee buckled, causing her to fall back into me.
“Ouch, uht uht,” she grunted while I took in our moment of being this close before I had to trade positions to sit her down on the stage directly, instead of in my lap where I wanted her.
“Where is the pain? Is it your foot, ankle, or knee?” I asked, letting my hands roam while I examined her.
“All of the above,” she grunted, breathing in deeply as I reached her ankle, letting my fingers glide down to her foot.
You should kiss it to make it better.
