He moved in a different direction.
She looked in the direction he had gone and back at me. I lifted my glass to her.
Her lips pinched, and she started moving forward, the fire in her veins sending her straight to me. She was moving her body in a sexual way—like the women working the poles—and mouthing the words to the song.
“IfI was your woman…”
You are, my wild bird, but we’re going to have to bleed for this happily ever after. If a man like me even gets those.
She could not read the thoughts in my mind, but my eyes felt as drunk on her as my body on the whiskey.
Her scent drifted past my nose when she was close enough. It was her usual perfume mixed with sweat, and my cock strained even harder against my pants.
She set both of her hands on each side of the chair, leaning in close. “No touching.” Then she really started to move for me. Her head was back, her eyes turned to the lights, and she was making faces like she would in the bedroom while her body mimicked getting fucked.
I would show her how it felt to truly get fucked.
She gasped when I lifted her off her feet, and then she started to beat against my back. “Put me down, Naz!”
I did when we were in a private room.
She stumbled back, but not because I had set her down hard or unexpectedly. It was because the tension between us was rocking us both.
She came at me at the same time I went for her.
We stopped just a breath apart.
“Let’s see how strong that legendary Fausti restraint is,” she whispered. “Don’t touch me, Naz.” She shoved me back, and I only moved because she was pushing me toward the seat. It was placed facing the window in the room. Private dances were offered for a fee.
Ava stood in front of it. She started to dance again.
She was slowly burning me, my want for her licking every inch of my skin with flames.
I was close to combusting when she started teasing me.
She ran her hand between her breasts, closing her eyes and breathing out, as her hand moved further and further down. Her fingers slid back up, and she slipped it inside of the dress, giving me a glimpse of her breast and nipple.
My cock was a fucking sharp weapon about to tear out of my pants.
My entire body strained to be close to hers, my skin rubbing against hers, pulling her hair and fucking her into oblivion.
I could smell her desire in the air, and I licked my lips, trying to taste her in it.
She was too fucking far.
I wondered if there were restraints in the room. My control was beyond being tested. It had already snapped, and I was holding on by my teeth. I would tie my own hands down.
She touched herself underneath the fabric, then claiming it was too hot in the room, undid the dress, slipped it off, and flung it in my face. It fell over my cock but did not hide how hard it was.
I growled low in my throat when my eyes feasted on her tettas. They were fucking perfect for her body. A handful. Her nipples were rosy, stiff little peaks begging for my mouth to suck on. Her hips were hugged by thin straps of white velvet, only giving me the shape of hercucchia.
Berrieswere one of my favorite fruits, and suddenly, I was starved for them.
For hers.
So juicy and so fucking sweet.
She slow turned, giving me a full view of her ass in the thong. She bent down low, stroked her legs as she came up, and then turned to face me again.
