Zaire’s jaw tensed. His breath came out labored. “Aight…” he mumbled, stepping closer, leaning back on her dresser. “You tryna start somethin’.”
Meadow ignored the comment. She hooked her thumbs in the hem of his hoodie and pulled it off, tossing it on the bed. She was already naked. The way his eyes traced her body had her skin heated before she even touched the pole.
He removed his wet clothes too.
His voice dipped. “Meadow…”
She put one finger up, a soft warning. “Let me do this.”
She walked to the pole with a calm she didn’t feel, placing her palm flat against the cool metal. Her heart pounded, but not from fear…from power…from want…from the way Zaire watched her like she was the whole sky.
The music curled through the room again.
Baby with me… stay with me…
Meadow slid her hand higher on the pole, arching just enough to let her hips follow. She didn’t do anything wild at first, just a slow grind, a slow sway, letting her thighs loosen, letting her body remember what it liked.
Zaire exhaled, finding his seat on the edge of her bed, his dick already waking up. Meadow had that kind of dick control. He got hard just from her looking at him.
She heard him moan…felt it growing…
“Damn…” he murmured, tongue pressing against his cheek. “Aight.”
Meadow wrapped her fingers around the pole, lifted lightly onto her toes, and rolled her body from shoulders to hips…slow, syrupy movements that tightened everything in her center.
Zaire pushed off the bed, not moving closer yet, but standing like he needed to get his balance. “You been hidin’ this from me, baby.”
Meadow lifted one leg, hooked it behind the pole, and turned her head toward him with the softest smirk. “Maybe…”
He dragged a hand down his face. “You gon’ make me lose my whole mind.”
She dipped low, sliding her back down the pole, thighs spreading into a slow open squat, hands gliding down her sides. Her pussy was wide open - pink insides, cream already leaking.
I don’t wanna sleep…unless you’re layin’ with me…
Meadow pushed up again, twirled around the pole like a skilled pole worker, and faced him fully now. Her chest roseand fell with something that wasn’t shyness anymore. It was ownership. “Come closer,” she beckoned.
Zaire didn’t hesitate. He walked over slowly, dick heavy, eyes locked on her like he couldn’t look anywhere else.
He stopped just inches away.
“Put your hands behind your back,” Meadow told him.
His nostrils flared, a spark of something dark, something hungry, but he obeyed. Her hands slid behind him.
“Yeah like that,” she lusted.
Zaire clenched his jaw. “You playin’ with fire right now, cuh.”
Meadow lifted her hands and placed them on his shoulders, rolling her hips against the pole behind her. Zaire’s entire body reacted. His eyes dropped to her stomach, her thighs, then snapped back up like he didn’t trust himself.
“Touch me,” he said through his teeth, “or I’m touchin’ you.”
She didn’t. Instead, she walked around him slowly, dragging two fingers across his shoulder blades as she passed behind him. He closed his eyes to soak it in. Meadow could feel the heat coming off him even before she returned to his front.
“Turn around,” she whispered.
He did. He followed her orders, turned on by this other side of her.
