Now.
His wife.
His woman.
Pushing momentum into my twirling, I pull my body into a vertical split, straightening my back leg while sliding my foot down, ensuring my pelvic floor is up and tucked against the pole.
Pressing a kiss into my shin, I swing around a couple times, enjoying the tangibility of his gaze on me.
It’s like a caress.
One I want to experience every day for the rest of my life.
Transitioning into my next move, I shoot him a smile, satisfied that he’s suitably distracted while focused entirely on me.
Stretching my arms higher so that my hands can grip the upper limits of the pole, I wrap my leg around it while straightening the back one. I twirl like a ballerina in a music box, making sure we lock eyes as I hold my arms out for him, imploring him to approach.
He obeys.
Steps close enough that I can smell his aftershave.
“Victoria,” he snarls as I pull my left ankle toward my body while pushing against the pole. All the while, I’m twirling, holding the provocative stance until he jeers, “I thought you wanted to be a bottom.”
“We have to work out like anyone else,” I taunt back, faintly winded.
I’m not even sure it has anything to do with the inverted or aerial positions. Just the fact that I can see the very prominent bulge he’s packing.
“Dismount.Now.”
“Or?” I purr.
“Else.”
Breathlessly, I do as he bids then squeak when he scoops me into his arms without letting my feet touch the floor and carries me to the spare bed.
One second, I’m wearing his boxers.
The next, they’re stripped clear and flung away.
“You do these things to torment me, don’t you?”
I don’t know why, but I fixate on the lock of hair that tumbles over his forehead.
It’s a visual manifestation of his loss in control.
I bathe in it.
Hell, no. I luxuriate in it.
His fingers grab my thighs and he parts them, propping the backs against his chest, until my feet, in those hooker heels, settle on either side of his head.Hands dip between my legs and my back arches as they slide over my pussy.
“Oh, fuck!”
No measured and controlled pressure here. Just hard and fast caresses as he tests my readiness.
I pout when his fingers disappear, but the sound of the zipper rolling down is the best music I’ve heard all day.
I tip my chin forward, glancing off his heaving chest, and watch as he frees his cock.
