Page 93 of Dancing in the Dark

“Mm mm.” Hooking her fingers in the waistband of my sweatpants, she drags the front down and groans as my cock springs free, the engorged purple head a mere inch from her tantalizing mouth. “I don’t need you to tell me what to do.”

“No?”

“I’m gonna tell you what to do.” She stares at my cock like she craves it. Like she simply won’t survive unless she gets a taste. “And then I’m gonna enjoy the hell out of the things you do to my body.” She fists my length and squeezes tight enough to wake my fuckin’ ancestors. Inching forward, she drags the tip of her tongue along the head, collecting my pre-cum and humming her pleasure. “Do you know how many times I’ve thought about doing this?” She tips her head back and looks up at me. “How many times we bickered, and I had to walk away, not because I was angry, but because I have intrusive thoughts sometimes, and those intrusive thoughts suggested I shut you up by putting you in my mouth.”

“If you’d given in to those intrusive impulses, I’m not sure I would’ve lived to tell the tale.” I choke out a desperate laugh and tighten my grip on her hair. “But what a way to go.”

She opens wide and swallows me whole, gripping the head inside the depths of her throat and latching her hand onto my hip to keep me pinned in place.

“Fuck!” I groan and pray I don’t come too soon. “Oh my God, Sera.”

“Mm.” She leans back and drags me forward. Leans back a little more. Drags me forward a little more. She opens her legs so her butt falls between the gap, rather than sitting on her feet, then she lays her head on the foot of my bed and nudges me closer until I fall forward, my hands on the mattress, and her throat, mine to find glory within.

“You want me to fuck you like this?” I draw my hips back, then drive them forward and fill her up. “Jesus, Sera. You want me to make you gag?”

Her eyes fill and her chest spasms, but as I pull away to allow her a little air, she digs her nails into the backs of my thighs and drags me forward again.

“God!” I ride her face and thrill in the threat of her unsheathed teeth. Bracing my weight on one arm, I cup her tit with the other and play with her nipple until she cries out. Until she loses the suction on my cock and draws a desperate breath along her throat.

“You want me to suck on your titties, Sera?” I peel the cup of her bra down and study her double-d’s spilling forward. Elongating her nipple between my fingers, I stare into her eyes and grit my teeth before I blow. “You want me to suck on them until you come? Drink you up and feed every drop back to you?”

“Want you to fall apart for me.” Panting, she wraps her lips around my cock and swallows me deep, stroking the underside of my ball sack and making good on her request. She reduces me to a man willing to beg. To plead. To be the one on my knees, if only she would promise to always be mine.

Like she knows how dangerously close to the edge I am, she releases me with a pop and grins at my pained groan. Slipping out from between me and the bed, she forces me to stand tall and stops with her belly pressed to mine. My hands squeeze, marking her skin, and my lips come down in search of hers.

Except she evades, robbing me of my chance to taste.

Instead, she pushes me down until I’m seated on the end of my bed, then nodding her approval, she takes the hem of my shirt between her fingertips and peels the fabric up.

“You’re trying to seduce me.” Breathless, I lift my arms and allow her to take my shirt. Her tits sit at the perfect level for my eyes, creating a feast for me to gorge on. Her nipples, erect and rock hard, tempt me to dive forward and take. “Babe.” I choke out a desperate laugh. “You don’t have to seduce me. You only have to look at me.”

“You need to stop speaking now.” Brazen and unapologetic, she wiggles her panties over her hips and along her thighs. Wriggling and squirming and groaning, as if the simple act of moving brings her pleasure and pain, she balls her underwear and stuffs the wet lace between my lips. “No speaking, Charlie. How can you hear the music if you won’t stop and listen?”

She dances on long, muscular ballerina legs and moves in ways I haven’t seen since… Jesus. So long ago. A year? Possibly longer. I found her inside a club made for dirty girls who have a need, a deep-seated desire, to dance amongst the shadows.

She sways with a smoothness only those who’ve spent their lives in a studio covered in mirrors could manage, and reaching back, she unsnaps the clasps of her bra and dangles the flimsy lace from the tips of her fingers. “No speaking. And no touching.”

Break my fucking heart!

“You don’t get to touch the dancers.” Smirking, she playfully drags her bottom lip between her teeth. “You’ve wanted me naked and dripping on your lap for months, haven’t you?”

Desperate not to be punished for breaking the rules, I shift my head up and down.

Yes.

“You’ve pictured it. Dreamed of it.” She pushes my legs wider and steps between, then sliding her fingers through my hair, she drags me forward and buries my face between the swells of her tits. “Do you think I could make you explode just by dancing? By letting you smell me?”

Fuck. Yes.

I have zero doubt in my mind.

“I could make it so you don’t get to touch me, but I can touch you.” She folds at the hips and takes my nipple between her teeth.

I bark out a desperate cry, the sound muffled behind her panties and my need to let her see this through. No talking, no touching. Let her ride this to the end.

Releasing me, she drops her bra to the bed and spins, bending toward the floor and presenting me with the perfect target.

My holy grail.