A pretty flush colored her cheeks. “Sometimes I get carried away.”
I stopped in front of her, taking her hand and bringing it to my lips. “Then please, continue to get carried away and bring a man close to tears.”
Biting her lip to hide her flattered smile. “You’re a flirt.”
“An honestflirt.”
She laughed and rose on pointe to wrap her arms around my neck. It didn't matter how many times we kissed, I'd never get used to it. Honey and tea and the singular taste of herall mixed into a flavor I craved more and more and more. Her heart thumped frantically in her chest from the exertion of dancing, though I secretly wished it was from me alone. Greedily, I inhaled each of her breaths as I walked her backwards to the barre. Her back hit it and her eyes snapped open in surprise.
“The door.”
I glanced over my shoulder, yanking it closed, lock clicking a second later. Her hand forced my face back to hers, red tinted lips crashing into mine like an ocean wave mid-storm. Our hearts pounded in tandem, both of our hands roaming frantically- desperate for skin.
Fingers skated under my sweater as I shrugged out of my leather jacket. My thumbs hooked the thin straps of her leotard and pulled down while she fumbled with my fly.
“Damn dance clothes,” I cursed. She giggled. My eyes tingled, the thin spandex fabric tearing with an audiblerip.
She gasped, but neither of us stopped stripping each other. Her nipples scraped my bare chest seconds before I lifted her and shoved her against the barre. Her back arched with a moan, legs wrapping around my waist. My mouth dropped to one of her breasts, tongue swirling and teeth nipping with fervor to the music of her breathy pants.
“The sounds you make,” I whispered against her skin, slick with my saliva. My fingers dug into her ass, her hips rolling eagerly.
“I need you,” she whined, nails biting into the back of my neck and shoulder. “Fuck, I need you.”
Like I’d deny her.
Each grind had my cock demanding to split her open. I shifted her higher, her back sticking to the mirror as I ran my length through her soaked slit. Dragging my tongue up the column of her throat, “What do you need, Angel?”
She whimpered as she ground against me. “I need you inside me.”
I hummed over her pulse. “My fingers, my tongue or my cock?”
Her glazed eyes sharpened in frustration. “Your cock,now.”
I gave her a wicked grin, propping her ass on the barre and dropping to my knees. Parting her thighs, I flicked my tongue over her clit.
Her hips bucked. “I said yourcock!”
“I didn’t tell you when you’d have it.” I smirked, proceeding to feast. The short pants and echoing moans told me everything I needed to know. Soon, she shamelessly fucked my face as I sucked hard, spearing my tongue up-
“Oh God.”
Only my black soul would get jealous of the guy in the sky. I rose in front of her, pinning her wrists over her head as I drank in the beauty of her in such a vulnerable position, basking in the trust she put in me to hold her this way.
Lining myself up with her, I bent to her lips. “I’m your god now, you say my name, not his.”
Fire flashed through her cool eyes. “Ollie, please fuck me already.”
With a shallow thrust, I dipped into her hot cunt-
“Fuck,” I cursed. So tight. So perfectly tight. Her head dropped back to the mirror with a low moan. Another roll of my hips, another inch. I stretched her with teasing thrusts until I was flush with her. “Tell me how you feel.”
Lids heavy, “Full,” she breathed. I paused, stealing her mouth in a greedy kiss. She wriggled impatiently. “If you don’t move in the next second-”
I withdrew to the tip and drove all the way back inhard.
She cried out, cutting herself off with a strangled moan when I slammed into her again. She gasped my name, rocking into every thrust. Our bodies moved together in sync, molded like they were destined for each other. I cataloged every detail: the tiny scrunch of her brows, the dart of her pink tongue to meet mine, the erotic sight of my cock sinking into her over and over. Nails scratching down my back, savage kisses and the wet sound of our sex- My control waned with every pulse of her inner walls. I didn’t want to come yet,not yet.
I lifted her from the barre, lowering us to the wood floor. Legs wrapped tight around me, she twisted us, shoving me on my back.
