A broad smile spread across my face. If Mike knew how hot that simple statement made me... he would have blushed.
Turning, I kicked off the heels I was wearing.
I heard Mike coming up behind me. Just before he reached me, I spun around and pushed him away with my fingertips.
I wanted to play.
Smiling a big, goofy grin that quickly turned into a pooched out bottom lip, Mike played along by acting as if he were hurt by my rejection.
I danced over to the Infinite Radio Band mini speaker that sat on the bedside table and told it to play ‘Spiral’ by Jamie Woon. Moments later the mellow sounds of Woon’s percussive guitar filled the room.
Then, I began dancing by myself... for me – which was really for Mike.
Minutes flew by as I twisted and turned, kicked my feet in the air, took Mike by his shoulders, sat him on the bed and then began slithering out of the slinky, black, one-shoulder bodycon midi dress I had worn for the evening.
Jamie Woon sang to us, “Come on and make my heart a dancer. I wanna hear not another word spoken…”
The top of my dress slipped below my breasts. Mike’s eyes roamed over my topless form and his gaze penetrated me to my core. A bolt of electricity shot through the entirety of my body. As scared as I had been on the elevator not ten minutes before, I was now just as turned on.
Leaning forward I pushed my breasts together with my forearms and pressed them into Mike’s face. I felt his tongue flick out and touch my skin. Pinpricks of lust tickled my insides.
Stepping back, I turned away from him, pulled my dress down to my ankles and gyrated my ass in his face. Before I could move away he grabbed my waist and bit my buttcheek playfully.
Turning once again so my eyes were looking into his, I straddled his leg and pressed my body onto the top of his thigh. He nuzzled my neck with his face.
My hand slipped between his legs and I felt his hardness.
From the speaker came Freddie King’s version of ‘I Just Want to Make Love to You.’
I began dry humping my man’s leg. Putting my hands on his shoulders I looked into his eyes and saw his hunger building. He must have seen my own hunger because he reached out and kissed my lips faster than I could pull away. After he’d caught me off-guard with his kiss I turned my head away. I wanted to tease him until he had no control.
His strong hands wrapped around my waist and slid to my hips. Raising his foot off the floor he pushed his leg firmly between my thighs. I began to grind harder.
Freddie’s old school voice filled the room, “Well I can tell by the way that you twitch and walk / See by the way that you baby talk / Know by the way that you treat your man…”
Breath began rattling down my throat in short gasps. Heat emanated from between my legs. Mike’s kisses showered my neck.
I placed his hands on my breasts and he cradled them as if they were the most precious porcelain ever created. I watched as he raised one and then the other to his mouth and began circling my areolas with his tongue. Soft lips enveloped my nipples and, as he pulled them deeper into his mouth, it felt like he’d found a string buried deep within my belly and started teasing it out of my body.
My knee gently grazed his groin and pushed against the erection that strained at his zipper. Mike moaned and pushed his hips forward.
Rising from his leg I kissed his cheek and neck. Positioning my body between his thighs I held onto the collar of his shirt and lowered myself to my knees. Looking up at him I saw his eyes widen and flash.
Suddenly I pulled down on his shirt and ripped it open.
I was as surprised at myself as he was. A button whizzed past my face and another bounced off a wall.
I was horny as hell!
Still holding onto his shirt I raised myself up and gently kissed his furry chest and belly. My fingers dropped to his belt and then to his zipper and in moments I had them both open. Grasping the sides of his slacks I yanked on them harder than I meant to. His butt slid towards the edge of the bed and he had to grab hold of my shoulders to stop from toppling onto me.
His penis, rigid and hard, peaked over the top of his underwear. My tongue touched the tip of his manhood and I lapped up the precum that flowed from it. As my lips slipped over the tip he thrust forward trying to get further into my mouth. I followed his thrust backwards – refusing to let him any deeper into my mouth until I was ready for him to be there.
My thumbs pushed on the sides of his dick and went down, taking the front of his briefs with it. Securing the material beneath his testicles I pushed his chest away from me until he was holding himself up with his palms.
Our eyes locked. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and then started slowly sliding it over and around him. Finally, when I was halfway down his length, I lifted my tongue and pushed him upwards so that the head of his cock was locked against the soft palate of my mouth.
He groaned.
Closing my mouth I let the salvia that’d been building up wash over his penis. Bending my head forward I felt him pressing against
