“I can’t stop,” she whispers, her voice taking on an urgent edge. “Please don’t stop. I want this.” Her breath hits my cheek, her fingers digging into the back of my neck. “I want you.”
And then her lips are on me again, claiming my mouth. Her tongue dominates me, taking out every one of my senses.
She’s all that matters.
Pleasuring her.
Making her come.
I’m still not sure if she’s ready for all of me, but I can make this count.
Walking her toward the stage, I fumble through the dark until we’re bumping into the wood.
Glancing toward the door and windows, I check that no one can see us, but it’s so dark in here, I doubt they can.
Behind the bar is lit up, but this stage area is cloaked in darkness and I take advantage, perching her sweet ass on the edge of the stage so my hands can roam more freely.
The first thing to go is her shirt. She whips that off for me, her chest heaving as I press my lips against the curve of her breast.
She tips her head back, groaning when I lick between them. Within seconds, she’s unclasping her bra and throwing it onto the stage before clawing my shirt off as well.
I can’t see her pert tits in all their glory, but I can feel them. They fit into my hands perfectly, and I palm them both, loving the way her nipples respond to my touch, puckering in obvious anticipation.
I don’t make her wait. Her needy desperation is a turn-on and makes it easy to deliver, sucking each nipple in turn before nibbling kisses back up to her neck. The cross necklace she always wears sticks to her skin as I lick a line past it. She grips my shoulders, her short nails digging into me when I slide my tongue back into her mouth.
She feels so fucking good, and I’m lost to her mouth, her body. My hands continue to roam, to massage her boobs until they start walking south. Gliding down her salacious curves, I round her ass, giving those perfect cheeks a squeeze while she whimpers against my lips.
“Yes,” she whispers, tipping her head back when I trail my tongue down her body, between her boobs, drawing a line toward her pussy. I dip the tip of my tongue into her belly button before reaching her jeans and slowly releasing the button.
Her breath hitches, and I pause to check once more.
“And you’re sure you wan?—”
“Yes!” she groans, her back arching. “Please stop asking stupid questions.”
I snicker, popping the button and slowly lowering the zipper.
She helps me, wiggling them off her hips, and I take those panties as well, my insides jolting with pleasure when I notice how wet they are.
Fuck, this woman is going to undo me.
The second that delicate fabric hits the floor, she spreads her legs, hooking her knee over my shoulder and quietly demanding something I am more than happy to give.
I brush my lips across her quivering inner thigh, then work my way up to her pussy. She lets out a mewling whimper and my dick twitches, wanting in on the action too. But it’s just gonna have to fucking wait.
Dani’s breath catches when I press my tongue against her clit. Her husky moan is all things sexy as I drag the tip down to her opening, and the way her fingers scrape across my scalp when I flatten my tongue against her tells me everything I need to know.
She’s loving this right now, and it’s an honor to deliver for her.
Her heel digs into my back as I continue to work her clit with my tongue. She’s on fire—sheisfucking fire—and I’m scorched by the time I slip my fingers into her warm, soft oasis.
Holy shit, she’s perfect.
Her insides clench around me as I glide my fingers back and forth, trying to work her G-spot. Shit, I hope I have the right place. I keep licking her clit, covering all my bases while she writhes on the stage, her sweet pants and groans blending with the music. Her body is a symphony, and I will play this tune all fucking night if I can.
“Ahhhh.” Her cry crescendos over us, morphing into a new kind of moan she hasn’t made before.
She’s coming. I can sense the shift in her body. The urgent energy. The way her legs are starting to vibrate.
