Oh my god.
His breath was hot and wet against me, and I cried out when his teeth grazed my sensitive clit. This time, though, he didn’t let up, closing his lips around me and sucking hard.
My thumb and index finger pinched my nipple through the material I currently wore, while the other hand moved to his head, grabbing a tuft of hair and pushing his face further into my flesh. In this position, my clit pulsed under each flick of his tongue, running it back and forth over me until the wave of my orgasm washed over me.
I writhed under his hold, feeling the vibrations of his growl rumble from the back of his throat. Sam’s lips released their hold. His hands moved to my knees, spreading them open further.
“I didn’t think I would live long enough to see you again, let alone be touching every part of you,” he muttered, thumb rubbing circles into my knee as he came up for air.
He attempted to dive back in, but I stopped him. “Wait, stop. What do you mean?”
“I promise you … I will tell you everything one day,” he whispered, peppering kisses around my body. “Please, let me love you.”
While he had me hot and bothered, the feeling subsided momentarily. How can he say something like that and go back to pleasuring me?
Each kiss shot lightning straight to my core. Realization tightened around my heart like barbed wire, sinking in and making me bleed with each rapid clench.
“Again.” I gasped.
He took care of me this weekend so far, and it was time to repay the favor. Give him what he wanted.
I pushed him away slightly, the tip of my heel against his chest to ensure he couldn’t move toward my dripping pussy. When he gave a frustrated, needy groan, I chuckled, spreading my legs as wide as they would go, presenting myself to him. Myfingers slid into my pussy, and I moved them in time with the massaging of my clit as he watched.
I could see him rubbing his cock through his pants, his face completely entranced with my movements. The way he sucked his lip between his teeth drove me wild. I wanted Sam inside of me, and knew exactly how to get him there.
I wanted to see him play with himself as he did in the kitchen. Watch him masturbate for me, then dance for him. This night would end with him buried to the hilt, and releasing inside of me.
“Reach in your pants and take your cock out,” I ordered.
His whimper flowed through my ears, reaching every part of my psyche as his large hand dragged his zipper down.
He was rock hard, releasing his length from the confines of his pants. His hand wrapped around his shaft, pumping up and down vigorously.
I closed my legs and sat up, gripping his prickly chin in between my fingers. “Say you will never hurt me again, promise me.”
“I promise to never hurt you again,” he panted.
He wanted, no, needed some sort of relief, and I intended to give it to him after this…dance he wanted so bad. Call it payback for making me suffer earlier this evening.
“Do you think you deserve to fuck me?” I purred.
“No, but I am really hoping you will let me.”
The longing, deep seed of desire clouded over his eyes as he sat inches from me, begging and whimpering. He gripped his cock hard, groaning as he released into his hand.
“Good Boy. Now, it’s your turn to get what you want. Go sit on the couch.”
While Sam recovered, short strides brought me to the center of the room where the pole sat. It looked intimidating. I’d only taken a few classes and was afraid I would embarrass myself.
Well, here goes nothing.
I mean, earlier…the domination. I think it went well, and I’d love to do it again.
The lights dimmed, other for the one that hovered right over me. He could see everything now, and that only made my heart race.
‘Obsessed’ by Mariah Carey filled the room. The bass vibrated the floor, and I faced Sam, swallowing thickly.
What an ass, playing this song on purpose, but I went with it. He winked, and a grin spread across his smug face. Dancing to this song was more than sexual; it was his confession. Something he had waited years to come clean about.
