Page 65 of Making Time for Us


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Without hesitation, he says, “From you? Absolutely. Won’t that be awkward though?”

Trying to keep the mood light, I joke, “From me? Absolutely — but you’re the only one I’d want to be awkward with.”

He brings his hand to the back of my head and uses my ponytail to pull me in for a kiss. Feeling his kiss all over my body, I moan into his mouth, which is met with a groan from him as well.

After a few seconds, he lets go of my hair and I stand tall before him. His face is flushed, and his lips are marked by fire engine lipstick as well.

Turning to my dresser, I say, “Alexa, play my lap dance playlist at volume three.”

He laughs, “You have a lap dance playlist?”

I wink at him. “Only the best for you.”

The seductive beat of Janet Jackson’sWould You Mindfills our room as my heart gallops in my chest.

My throat goes dry as he leans back in his chair with his legs wide and puts his hands behind his head. He bites his lower lip and stares at me as he waits. I puff out my chest as I ready my body for the show.

Here goes nothing.

Piercing hazel eyes are locked on me as I sway my hips in small circles in rhythm with the beat for a few seconds. He’s already salivating as he can’t take his eyes off me. I begin to run my fingertips down my body. Starting at my cheeks, I lightly caress my neck, before my fingers reach my breasts. I give them a good squeeze and he groans, loudly, before I continue down the center of my stomach. When I reach my thighs, I spread my legs wide as I drag my body down with the motion of my fingers. Then, I repeat the journey all the way back up.

The air is thick with carnal desire as the heat rises between us. His eyes are heavy as he watches me feel myself up, which sparks a need in me to touch him, so I begin the next part of my routine.

I run my fingertips over his hands and then up his arms; goosebumps spread on his skin. I start to circle him, never breaking my fingers’ contact with his body, and stop when I’m directly behind him. I lean down and bite his ears gently and he groans once more.

I make the rest of the circle until I’m standing in front of him again. His eyelids are heavy and his breath is coming in quick before I turn around so my ass is directly above his thighs. I bend down as slowly as I can until my bum is near his face and my hands are wrapped around my ankles for support.

“Can I touch?” His husky voice crackles.

I roll my body up in no rush and twist around to face him again. Licking my lips, I breathe, “Baby, I’m all yours.”

His hands rush to the satin bow on my chest, and he quickly pulls the strings so my boobs slip out. My nipples are hard as ice, longing for his touch.

In one swift motion, he wraps his arm around my waist, pulls me closer, and sucks my nipple into his mouth. A loud whimper escapes me as I feel the shock to my core, further amplified by his groan vibrating on my skin.

I break our connection because I have more to show him. He’s out of breath and practically drooling as I slip my legs over his thighs, and mount him. I grind through his silky shorts, trying hard to simply tease his straining manhood with a light touch, but he’s having none of that. He grabs my ass and drives me onto him so hard that I'm forced to suck in a deep breath.

He’s holding onto my waist as he stands from the chair in a rush. It falls backward but he pays it no attention as he walks over to the bed and flops me on my back and stands over me.

“Hey, I wasn’t done,” I whine playfully.

“You were done,” he says with lust in his eyes as he strips himself naked and pulls at my panties. Noticing my arousal as he slides them off, he groans, “Geeez, woman.You’re soaked.”

I pull myself up on my knees so I can look him in the eyes. We stare intensely at each other for a few moments, his intensity sends goosebumps all over my body.

“Lay on the bed,” I whisper but he doesn’t move. Instead, his shoulders are squared, and his body is ready to pounce. “I’m in charge tonight, lay down,” I demand.

Once he’s settled in the center of our bed on his back, his hands above his head, I straddle him. Resting purposely higher on his stomach so he’s not close to my entrance, I hover over him with my arms in between his and bite my bottom lip. His lips are parted and wet and the veins in his neck are protruding.

One more second of teasing might push him over the edge,poor guy.

Ready to give him what he needs — hell, what I need — I put my hands on his chest which is slick from his perspiration before I lower myself down. He reaches around for the assist and lines us right up.

At that moment, the song changes toRide Itby Regard, and I bite back my smile — that’s exactly what I intend to do.

I slowly slide onto him, and the room is filled with a sharp inhale from both of us. His eyes fall shut as he fists the cotton sheet under him, and all words are lost as we begin the sensual dance between a man and a woman.

As I find a steady rhythm, the pressure in my clit heightens. The tips of my hair are swaying against my bare back as the satin strings brush against my legs. I feel like a fucking goddess staring into the eyes of the man I’m driving wild under me.

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