I turned away from her, waiting for the music to hit tempo before leaning forward and twisting my body to face her, but I kept my body moving and my hips swaying. I swayed my hips before bending and arching my back as I slid back up my body. Keeping eye contact with her, I dropped to my knees, rolling my hips before landing on my hands and crawling towards her. My back arched before I thrusted my hips and spun, laying on my back as I ran my hands down my body.
Getting lost in the beat, I let the music take me. The dance told a story; it might be sensual and full of desire, but it was a story, nonetheless. By the end of the dance, I was in Blaize’s lap, rolling my hips against her with my chest eye level to her face. As the music slowed, so did my movements.
Blaize cupped my ass as I rested my forehead on hers, catching my breath before my lips were on hers. I could stay like this forever. Don’t get me wrong, sex was amazing, and with the right person, it could be euphoric, but a half-naked, grinding, passionate make out session with the woman I loved was just as euphoric. Sometimes, it was all I needed.
Our lips brushed together, light and teasing at first as I nipped her bottom lip. When she got tired of my teasing, she wrapped her fist around my blue tendrils and deepened the kiss. My pulse quickened, my body instinctively grinding into her asI let her take control. Kissing her felt like the first hit of sunlight after a thunderstorm, and I wanted to get lost in this feeling forever. The way I reacted to her and the way she made my body respond to her was intoxicating. How did I get this lucky to have a woman who took care of my needs before her own?
When we finally pulled away, I lost myself in her eyes before she called my name and snapped me from my trance. “How long will it take you to get dressed?”
I arched my brow, glancing down at my half naked body. “Depends on the occasion.”
“A date.”
I blinked at her, bewildered. “A date?”
“Yes. I told you I want to do this right, and it seems like a real date is appropriate.”
“Blaize. I gave you a lap dance and I have a heartbeat between my legs. I want you to eat me out, not take me out to eat.”
She laughed. “Oh, I plan on doing just that, but I want to treat you right, princess.”
“I’d rather youeat me right, Blaize,” I retorted with a laugh. “But I can get ready in fifteen minutes.”
I grabbed my robe and scurried upstairs, but before I had a chance to get into the bedroom, Blaize grabbed me and pushed me up against the door to her office. Her lips slammed against mine in a feverish kiss as I sank into her. How could kissing her feel so invigorating, yet not nearly enough? Her touch was the sweetest drug, and I was addicted.
She pushed her office door open, jostling me inside. Blaize nudged us further into her office, kicking the door shut and pushing me back until my legs hit her desk. “I have to give you a reward, princess.”
Blaize pushed the robe off of my shoulders and down my arms until it pooled at my feet. She curled her fingers into theside of the tiny thong and dragged the damp material down my legs. She fell to her knees, and one thing was for certain—I love when she was on her knees for me. Blaize pulled one leg over her shoulder and pushed the other one open, spreading me wide as she admired my pussy. I was still in awe at the way she looked at me, like I hung the stars in the sky just for her. Blaize dove in, and instead of throwing my head back and losing myself in my pleasure, I watched her eat me out.
And holy fuck, she couldeat.
I already knew this. I didn’t know why I was surprised when she dove in and devoured me like a ravenous animal. She was a master with her mouth, alternating between quick flicks over my clit, lazy circles and thrusts of her tongue deep inside me until I was dancing on the edge. I’d never get tired of her mouth on me, but fuck me, I wanted to come. This was supposed to be a reward after all, not a tortuous game.
“Blaize,” I whimpered, tangling my hands into her dark hair. “I want my reward. Please. Th-this is torture.”
She pulled back from her assault, laughing and kissing the space between my thigh and hip before sinking her teeth into my soft flesh. “This is your reward, princess. I’m getting my fill before I throw you over the edge and you come all over my face.”
She jumped back in, latching her lips around my clit and sucking hard before adding two fingers into the mix, slightly curving them to find my sweet spot. I couldn’t help my hips moving with her, fucking her as she fucked me.
This woman would be the death of me. The desire I had for her was all consuming and knew no bounds. She was mine just like I was hers. Blaize Matthews was my salvation. She was my everything. I loved her.
My thighs shook and my hips bucked as my orgasm ripped through me, but Blaize held me down with a firm grip as she lapped up every last drop of my release. I was on the brink ofanother orgasm before she pulled away. She snaked up my body, lust dancing in her eyes and my arousal coating her lips. She looked fucking perfect.
“Open wide, princess,” she said as she hovered over my face, her lips centimeters from mine. Blaize spat in my mouth, a mix of me and her before she slammed her lips to mine in a fervid kiss.
When she released me and helped me up, my world spun on ecstasy. “Okay, that was definitely a reward.”
“You get the best, princess. Now get dressed. We’re going formal.”
I arched my brow. “Blaize, if you’re proposing, I’m not ready for that.”
“It’s not a proposal.”
I nodded, walking into the bedroom and making a beeline for the closet. There was a variety of gorgeous dresses to choose from. I opted for a black maxi dress with spaghetti straps and a cowl neck line. The dress fit me like a glove, making my breasts look amazing with a high slit that stopped at my upper thigh. I paired it with a simple black heel and a red shawl to match Blaize’s crimson shirt. Blaize bought an entire wardrobe for me when she realized I didn’t have much of anything here other than a few street clothes and a ton of lingerie. Hunter told me she went on a shopping binge, getting my measurements from the guys and buying me clothes for when I forgave her. I didn’t know if she was just cocky—y’know what? She was that cocky. She knew I would forgive her eventually.
Blaize smiled at me, eyeing my body and practically salivating. “Is it too much?”
“It’s perfect. You look damn good in my money.”
