In my birthday card, I found tickets for Alex Warren.
That one was my undoing.
At that point, I was quite tipsy and overwhelmed by his love; I may have thrown myself at him in excitement. This led us to get a bit carried away in front of the Christmas tree.
And yes, I may have pulled it over on top of us when he hit a particular spot inside me.
We just lay there afterwards, tangled up together, along with the decorations, laughing like idiots for what felt like an eternity.
After that, we spent some time in the jacuzzi until I looked like a prune, skin all wrinkled. Now, I’m on the living room floor, showing Elijah how to do a few basic ballet moves because he wanted to learn.
Watching him try to pronounce the French terms is pure gold.
“Alright, do a plee-ay.” he squints at his phone, lips pursed, concentrating way too hard.
“Plie,” I correct with a giggle, leaning back on my hands. “It means bend.”
“I said that,” he retorts, spreading his legs with a beer balanced in one hand as he slouches on the couch.
“You absolutely did not.” I stand to show him a Plie`.
“Now, try it again, but this time face the other way,” he says with a lopsided grin. I playfully nudged his leg with my foot.
“What’s next, horny man?”
“Is that my new nickname?”
I place my hands on my hips. “It suits you well, don't you think?”
“True. Maybe keep that one between us, or otherwise people will know how obsessed I am with you.”
“Sure,” I mutter, trying not to smile too much at his admission.
“Next we have Devel… develoop—?”
I laugh loudly before he can butcher it any further. “Développé.”
I demonstrate the movement by smoothly lifting my leg and holding the position with practised ease, enjoying the pull that comes with it.
He freezes, almost dropping his phone into his lap.
“Dance class over,” he utters, clearing his throat.
I stare at him in surprise. “We’ve only just started.”
But he is already standing from his seat, crossing the room in just a few strides before I can properly lower my leg. His hand closes around my ankle, and I notice the way he looks at me, desire evident on his face.
“Oh,” I breathe, realisation hitting me.
One flash of my underwear and he's ready to go.
Typical.
I love it.
“Think you can stay in this position as I fuck you?”
“I guess there's only one way to find out if I can,” I reply, letting a hint of challenge slip into my voice.
