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He lifted my face and wiped tears from my cheeks that I hadn’t realized were there. “You’re not your mother, Sky. You’re an amazing, beautiful, intelligent woman with the biggest heart of anyone I’ve ever known. If you can forgive this messed up guy in front of you, I think that proves you’re nothing like her.”
And then he was kissing me again. And then we talked some more. I told him I loved him, and he reciprocated the feelings completely. We moved into the living room, sitting close on the couch, wrapped around each other, never wanting to let go. Naturally, things began to heat up. Robert’s kisses became more frantic. My hands became more demanding.
But in the back of my mind, his earlier words were nagging at me. I had made him feel shame for who he was. That didn’t sit right with me. I didn’t want him to think I didn’t accept all parts of him. That he had nothing to feel ashamed of.
Just as Robert went to take my shirt off, I stopped him, covering his hand with mine. “Wait.”
Robert sat back, looking worried again. “What is it? Have I done something wrong?”
I hated that he immediately thought the problem was with him.
“No, not at all. But I was thinking…” I bit down on my bottom lip and gave him what I hoped was a sultry look. “I’d like you to dance for me.”
Robert seemed confused. “You want me to dance for you?”
I nodded. “Pretend I’ve just paid you a lot of money. What kind of show would you give me?”
Robert’s face contorted in pain. “I don’t want you to look at me like that, Skylar. Like a cheap whore—”
“I don’t look at you like that!” I exclaimed, grabbing his face, and kissing him on the mouth. “Robert, I love you. So much. I just want you to feel comfortable sharing all sides of your life with me. Even this. I know you shut down the website, but that just means I get to be your sole audience.” I grinned, running a hand down his chest. “I want you to dance for me, Robert. Because all of this—” I cupped him through his trousers, and he closed his eyes on a groan. “This is all mine.”
“How can I ever say no to that?” He kissed me then got to his feet. He grabbed his phone and a few seconds later the pulsing beat of dance music came from the small speaker. He put the phone down on the coffee table, pushing it back, giving himself room. “You’re sure about this?” he asked, clearly needing my validation.
“Oh yeah. I’m so ready,” I cooed, leaning back on my couch, already feeling hot and bothered and he hadn’t even started yet.
Robert slowly started moving to the music. Slow, undulating movements that I followed with my eyes. I thought it would be slightly awkward having him dance for me, but it wasn’t. It was the hottest thing I had ever experienced.
With practiced fingers, he unbuttoned his shirt. Achingly slow, he took it off until he was dancing in only his trousers. I took the time to appreciate the sight of him. His sculpted body was the stuff of every woman’s fantasy. He was perfect. And he was mine.
He came over and dropped down to his knees, sliding along my lap, pressing himself against me. He gave me a sexy grin as he turned around and ground his ass against my crotch. I felt myself getting wet and I went to touch him. He pinned my hands to the couch. “If you want to do this the right way, you can’t touch,” he scolded with a laugh.
“Fine,” I pouted. He kissed my nose and danced back to the center of the room.
Next, he removed his pants, sliding them down his thighs seductively. I was positively on fire just by watching him. He was good at this. Really good. He danced for the rest of the song in only his boxer briefs, shaking his ass and thrusting his hips in time with the music. Then the tempo changed to something slower, more erotic. Staring me straight in the eyes, he began to take down his boxers.
I swallowed, my tongue thick.
Once he was naked he undulated to the music and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He was beautiful. Like a Greek god. All muscle and sinew. My fingers ached to touch him, but I did as I was told.
Then, all while looking at me, he grabbed his cock and started stroking it. Up and down.
“Touch yourself,” he rasped as he began to pump more rapidly.
I unbuttoned my jeans and reached into my underwear, finding myself drenched. “I want you to fuck yourself with your fingers, Sky. I want to watch you come,” Robert groaned, fisting his cock.
