I did a horrible two-step, which she quickly caught on to and smiled. Pressing up to her toes, she scooted close to talk in my ear.
“You don’t dance, do you?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m the best one out here.”
She stepped back and smiled, relaxing me more than I’d been all night. One song bled into another, and I made sure she had the space to move. When a slow song came on, I looked to her for direction. Without any hesitation, she stepped into my arms, sliding her hands up and around my neck. I lightly rested my hands on her waist and kept a respectable high school dance distance between us.
“You’re much better at slow dancing,” she said, smiling.
“A beautiful woman makes it easy.”
She scrunched her nose around her smile. “Do women fall for those lines?”
I tipped my head side-to-side. “Sometimes.”
Couples around us swayed in each other’s arms. Some locked together from hip to lips. One couple had stopped dancing all together and were making out. They’d arranged themselves on the corner of the dance floor, cast in shadow, but enough to still be seen. He kissed down her neck, burying his head in her breasts, and I wondered if I’d be kissing down Hanna’s neck tonight. I wondered what her skin would taste like.
My cock hardened and I shook my head, snapping out of the fantasy. That wasn’t what tonight was about. “How was your week?” I asked, keeping a neutral topic.
“Good.”
“Any weekend plans?”
Her eyes narrowed, and she hesitated, studying me. “Is this what you do with all the girls you dance with? Keep space and simple conversation?”
“No. Not even a little bit.”
Hanna continued to study me, slowly sinking her teeth in her bottom lip, until finally, she stepped closer, pressing her soft breasts to my hard chest. On autopilot, I held her close, my large palms almost spanning across her whole back.
Her fingers dug into my hair, raking her nails along the sensitive skin of my neck. Goosebumps traveled down my spine, shooting straight to my balls, and I fought to keep my cock from hardening against her stomach.
“I used to love to dance,” she confessed. “Sofia loved ballet, but I loved hip-hop.”
She rolled her hips, and I struggled to bite back my moan. “I can tell.”
Her small pink tongue slipped out across her lips, only to be followed by her teeth. I’d begun to realize she did that when she was nervous and considering her words. “How much touching are we doing tonight?” she asked, peeking up from under her lashes.
“This can be it. We don’t have to do any more.”
“What if I wanted…more?”
My mind conjured every version of more she could want, and probably some that she didn’t even know existed.
I breathed a laugh. “Touching you is no hardship. I’m offering anything. My body is yours to do any-fucking-thing you want to it,” I said with a bow of my head. “Just ask for what you want. Claim your power to want it.”
We’d stopped moving, and I gave her all the time she needed to say what she wanted. “Will you…will you touch me?”
“I am.”
“No.” She shook her head before nodding to the side. “Like that.”
I focused my attention to where she gestured and found two women swaying side to side, their foreheads pressed together. They looked like two lovers lost in a simple moment, except for how one of them had their leg lifted high on the other’s hip as the other buried her hand between her thighs. The woman’s hips moved, almost like she was fucking her lover’s hand.
“Will you make me orgasm?”
The words rippled through me like an explosion. A whisper louder than a roar. I couldn’t imagine what it had cost her to be so bold; pride surged through me mixing with the heady arousal of being the man to make her come.
My hands flexed against her back, and unintentionally pulled her closer to my chest. Her breasts pressed up until her full cleavage peeked out of her dress. Her own hands tightened around my neck, bringing my eyes to hers. For just a moment, I got lost in the emerald orbs—large against her gentle features. They stared up like a poor kid begging for more—desperate.
“I’ve just…never. I mean—after everything. I mean before, I did, I think. And I just wanted to know what it felt like now, and I can’t, and I want to,” she rambled.
“Hanna.” I moved my hand from her back to her shoulder, skimming up her neck until I clasped her chin in my fingers, not allowing her to look away. “Fingering you until you come would be a gift.”
“Okay,” she breathed, nodding as much as she could within my grasp.
“Come on. Let’s go make a selection.”
I held her hand and led her to the back. She left the selection up to me, only requesting that there be no dirty talking, but quickly conceded to a little.
Her fear of a filthy mouth had me more nervous than how she would react with my hand buried under her dress.
We walked into a different room than last time. Almost every viewing room was the same with a few variations. This one held a couch with a chaise lounge. It offered more room for what I had in mind to give Hanna what she’d asked for.
On the other side of the glass sat a living room set up. A TV, coffee table, couch, chair, end table, it gave the illusion of normal.
“Hanna,” I said, pulling her attention away from the room beyond. “Before we get started, I want you to know I can one-thousand percent control my body. Any time you want to stop, just say the words, and we stop. No questions asked.”
She swallowed and nodded. “Okay.”
Wincing, I prepared myself for her to storm out at my next speech. “While I can control my body, my mouth can get away from me. So, if I ever say anything that makes you uncomfortable, tell me to shut
