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Goddamn, he’d made Sonia moan. He’d never been so hard in his life.
Brendan tugged at the twisted straps of her dance top. “How do I get this off?”
“Why would you want to?” she sassed. Brendan gave her nipple a sharp pinch through the tight fabric.
“Because I want to suck on your tits.” The words came out roughly. He couldn’t pretend to be charming right now.
“Yes…” Sonia’s eyes were wild, possessed. Sliding down his body, she landed on her feet and lifted her top, exposing her toned abs and gorgeous, uptilted breasts. Her hands shook a little as she eased the complicated web of straps over her head and tossed the top aside.
Brendan let out a helpless groan. He was slack-jawed, like it was the first time he’d ever seen tits. Sonia held his gaze as she cupped them. A hint of lacy blue veins threaded through the luscious curves, capped by rosy brown nipples.
“Come here,” she whispered.
Abruptly, Brendan lifted her in his arms and swept her toward the mirror. All those male dancers picking Sonia up and tossing her around in the final number had given him ideas. She was lithe and smooth, dense with muscle, yet petite in his arms. She moaned with excitement as he carried her to the dressing table and set her down amidst the scattered makeup. The bouquet of lilies had fallen to the floor. He picked them up and set them next to her.
Moving between her open legs, he covered her tits with his hands, her flesh spilling between his fingers. Sonia gripped his collar, breathing hard.
“Brendan, fuck…”
Her lashes fluttered as he fondled the soft curves, goosebumps rising on her skin. She tried to undo his tie, but when he crushed her nipples between his fingers, her head fell back against the mirror, her throat bared and vulnerable.
“Don’t stop,” she hissed. “I want you to touch my tits forever.”
Well, that sounded pretty damn good to him. She was incredibly sensitive, crying out as he massaged and pinched and teased. Dizzy with need, he kissed a ferocious path down her throat. When his mouth finally closed over her tight, puckered nipple, she let out a scream.
Her hands thrust into his hair. She clawed like a wild animal as he swirled his tongue over the sensitive bud, trying to take all of her in.
“Oh,” she groaned. “Oh God. I’m so close…”
His cock jumped, confined in his slacks. Could Sonia come just from his hands and tongue on her tits? He wanted to find out, but she was pushing him away, jumping down from the dressing table, jostling the lilies, and hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her black leggings.
Brendan watched, ready to explode, as Sonia skimmed the leggings over her hips.
She was stripping down for him.This is happening,he thought.This is actually happening.
Simple black panties came into view, cupping the mound of her cunt. The lacy tracing of veins he’d loved seeing on her breasts adorned her thighs too, along with a small tattoo of a hummingbird high on her left leg, near her crotch.
The leggings puddled around her ankles and she stepped out of them, kicking them aside with her bare feet.
Holding his gaze, Sonia pulled her panties down just enough to flash her smooth mound, then tweaked them back up. The tease continued, exposing a little more each time. Her pussy was waxed completely bare, with a tempting crease down the center. Brendan had remembered the softness of her folds all through the dance show, burning his fingers, calling to his cock.
He couldn’t wait. Crushing her against the dressing table, he gripped her panties and yanked them down her thighs. One hand squeezed her cunt, the other pressed against her hummingbird tattoo. He could swear he felt it flutter, rocketing along with his heartbeat.
“Jesus,” Sonia gasped.
“Is this you?” he murmured, rubbing her tattoo with two fingers. “Never landing anywhere for long? Never walking because you can hover?”
“None of your business.” She bit his lower lip.
“I could be anyone, remember? Doesn’t matter what you tell me.”
Sonia bit harder, probably to keep him from talking, and thrust her hips into his hand.
Her pussy was even more perfect than he remembered, slick and swollen and fiery hot. Touching her soft center was like finding buried treasure under all those prickles and thorns and layers of muscle. She cried out when he teased her clit into a hard pearl, then sank a finger into her.
“This is where you need me, sunshine,” Brendan coaxed. “Deep inside you, opening you up.”
Sonia gave him a slit-eyed glare, which made his cock throb. “Let it go. I don’t need you. I’m no sunshine girl. I—fuck.”
