Meadow climbed into his lap without hesitation, kissing him slowly, rolling her hips in a teasing way that made his voice stutter in his throat. Blue wandered off to sniff a corner, uninterested in adult activities.
“Handle that.” He palmed her ass making her huff into his neck.
Meadow slipped off his lap and stood in front of him, palms pressing into his chest before she stepped back. He reached for his phone to give her the full effect of the room. He’d gone allout. The moment he connected the music to the surround sound, the room levitated.
Your Handsby Marsha Ambrosius poured through the speakers, the lights responding like they understood the assignment. Blue washed over the walls, dimming and pulsing soft enough for you to feel instead of see.
Meadow took slow steps to the pole, pulling her dress over her head. She didn’t have on a bra but peeled her panties off, making her ass shake with each step. Had she known what his surprise was, she would’ve had on a pair of heels too.
Zaire licked his lips, lost in the sway of his wife’s hips. The song, the lights, and her body had him in a trance he never wanted to break free from. Meadow had changed his life just by being herself. Her presence settled his traumatic one, her love made him feel like a man. And the smile on her face was never lost on him. To be her everything had him walking in his purpose.
“Zaire,” Meadow’s voice pulled him outta his head. “You okay?”
“Always, when I’m with you.”
Her cheeks hiked to her eyes. “Then eyes on me.”
He chuckled. “Aye.”
The spreading of her legs wiped that smile right off his face. Meadow’s pussy was dripping and her eyes were locked on him.
Zaire rested his hands on his thighs as he dipped his head to get a better look. Seeing her pink insides, he licked his lips.
She rolled her shoulders, loosening herself, eyes stuck on his before she turned around to the pole. Her fingers wrapped around the cool metal and she leaned into it, letting the music guide her instead of chasing the beat. Every movement was unrushed. She moved like a woman who knew exactly how much power she held.
Zaire exhaled through his teeth, hands clasped together like he needed something to do with them. His temples pulsed when she arched her back slowly, hair sliding over her shoulders, hips swaying just enough to make the room feel smaller.
“Baby…” he stuttered over his own voice “You doin’ this on purpose.” He gripped his dick through his pants.
Meadow smiled without looking at him. “Everything I do is on purpose.”
She spun around the pole, letting the lights catch the curve of her body, the confidence in her skin. When she faced him again, she sank low, one hand still gripping the pole while the other traced along her own thigh like she was reminding him what belonged to him. Her fingers swiped over her bare pussy.
Zaire stood halfway before catching himself, a low sound leaving his chest like a warning. “Take your time, baby...keep your legs open though so I can see.”
Her pussy gushed and her eyes turned into slits. “You ca-can’t talk to me like that.”
He smirked, reaching over to the side table where he already had a few pre-rolls stashed. Zaire had thought of everything when he got her room designed and styled. Leaning back, he fired it up and inhaled the smoke, holding it in until Meadow huffed out a breath.
Her fingers moved faster over her growing clit and her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
“Aye…” Zaire called.
Her eyes snapped to him, she was on the edge.
“Eyes on me, baby…let me see you unravel.”
“Fuck.” Meadow sucked her lip into her mouth not daring to close her eyes again. “Like this?”
“Just like that…don’t stop and slow the fuck down. Don’t chase nothing I’ll give you willingly.”
“Ugh,” the center of her back arched off the pole. “I’m going to cum.”
“Do what you need to do…I got you right here when you’re ready for me.”
“Oooo, Zaire!” Meadow’s body shook violently.
Zaire leaned forward even more, trying to stop himself from getting up completely. He puffed on the blunt every few seconds, filling the desire to put his mouth somewhere. Watching her come undone, he exhaled his smoke and said, “Don’t stop…I wanna see the woman I love feel herself before I step in…let go for me. Can you do that?”
