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"Never," he shakes his head. "You are...just the right amount. Always."
"I don't need a pole for it," I murmur. "I could show you tonight."
I can feel myself getting wet at the thought of dancing for someone I actually like, showing Ryan what I can do. Ryan's eyes darken as he takes in my words, and I can tell he's imagining it, too. "I would like that," he says, his voice low and husky.
We finish our dinner quickly, the air between us thick with anticipation. As soon as we're done, I clear the table and lead him to the living room, where the record player is already spinning a sultry jazz tune.
I start to sway my hips to the rhythm, running my hands over my body slowly, sensually. Ryan watches me with his legs spread wide on the couch, his arms behind him, his eyes never leaving my body as I move to the music. I feel like I'm in a trance, completely lost in the moment, music, and the feeling of my body moving.
I unbutton and unzip my pants, arching my back and sliding my jeans down my hips to reveal the lacey green panties I wore underneath, knowing he would see them later. I spread my legs and cast a glance over my shoulder as I come back up, tossing my hair—and I can see that he's already hard, his breath coming in hushed gasps.
I've danced so many times for more than my fair share of customers...but it's never been like this.
My shirt comes off next, and I toss it to the floor as I move my hips and lower down to the floor to stripper crawl toward Ryan.My pushup bra gives him an eyeful of my breasts, and his jaw drops, his voice rumbling in his chest.
"God, you're fucking stunning," he growls. "Come here, Sophia."
I come up to him, climbing the couch so I can straddle him. I lean down, pressing my breasts against his chest and leaning in to kiss him. Our lips touch. Gently at first, then with more passion, and then he pushes his tongue into my mouth, groaning into it. I feel his hands on my hips, grasping at my skin, and I lean back, pulling out my hair tie to let my hair fall around my face.
I straddle him, my panties rubbing against his hard cock through his pants, and he groans. "Can I touch you?"
"No," I purr. "Just watch."
Chapter fifteen
Ryan
Idon't know what I did to deserve this, but Sophia is goddamn perfect.
She's wearing nothing but her underwear, straddling my hips, her arms around me as she tosses her hair back and moves like a goddess. I'm still completely dressed, but I'm a raw nerve, just aching to touch her, to be inside.
But she tells me not to touch.
Just watch.
So, that’s what I do.
Sophia starts to move her hips in a slow, sensual rhythm, and her eyes are closed with pleasure as she moves. I can feel the heat radiating off of her body, and it's clear that she's enjoying every second of this.
She grinds against me, her body contorting in a manner that is both erotic and tantalizing. I can feel my heart beating faster as she writhes against me, her motions becoming more frenzied by the second.
Sophia slides down my body until she's sitting on my lap, facing away from me. She leans back against me, still moving in the same hypnotic rhythm she was moments ago. And I can't help myself...I reach out to hold her hips, my lips dangerously close to her shoulder. Her skin is like silk under my hands as I ever so lightly stroke her back and sides.
My breathing grows heavy as Sophia continues to writhe against me with increasing intensity, pushing us both further to the edge, her body slowly moving to the music.
I lean in close enough that my lips touch the shell of her ear, and Sophia shudders.
"Fuck, I want you riding me," I growl. "Can't just watch you...I need to fuck you, Sophia."
I can tell she wants it, too. Her body is writhing in pleasure and anticipation, and she reaches back to pull her hair away from her neck, allowing me full access to her luscious skin. I leave messy kisses up her neck, my teeth grazing over her pulse as she rocks her hips.
"Do whatever you want with me," she breathes. "Make me come, Ryan."
"You feel so fucking good, baby," I tell her. "I need to make you come all over my dick."
I use any excuse I can to keep my hands on her skin. I move them in lazy circles around her belly and hips, my fingers playing with her soft waistband, my hands moving up to cup her breasts through the lace of her bra.
Her hands move behind her, between us, and with deft fingers, she somehow undoes the button on my jeans and pulls down my zipper...
