I pulled up my playlist on my phone and chose my favorite song, “Giselle,” by Adolphe Adam, and set my phone on the floor.
And I danced. I twirled, I spun, I floated, and I did an arabesque in the air. I was lost in the music, lost in his eyes that tracked my every move.
I was lost in this man.
And I wasn’t going to fight it anymore.
When the music came to an end, the next song started to play, and I moved across the room toward Rafe. He tugged me onto his lap, one leg falling on each side of him as I straddled him.
Our mouths collided, hands exploring one another eagerly.
We were frantic and needy, as if we both knew that we were going to cross the line tonight.
I couldn’t wait one more minute.
“I want you,” I said against his lips.
“I want you so fucking bad, I can’t see straight.”
He tugged the leotard down my shoulders, exposing my bare breasts, as he took my nipple between his lips, and I arched my back to get closer. My fingers fumbled with the hem of his sweater, desperate to feel his skin on mine. He moved from one breast to the next, licking and sucking, and driving me wild. When he pulled back, he looked up at me, and he tugged his sweater over his head, tossing it on the floor.
“I made sure the doors were locked. It’s just you and me here.” He stroked the hair away from my face.
I pushed off his lap, and he leaned forward. As I raised my foot, he removed my toe shoes, one at a time. He kissed his way down my stomach as he peeled the leotard and then the tights from my body. I tugged him forward, wanting to do the same to him. He kicked his shoes off, and I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pulling them down his legs, along with his briefs. His dick was hard and long and thick, and he leaned down to grab the condom he’d tucked into the pocket of his pants.
“I want to do it,” I purred, holding my hand out.
I tore the top off the foil packet and then rolled the latex over his erection.
It was sexy and intimate and emotional all at the same time.
Everything with this man was just so different.
His eyes never left mine as he sat back down on the chair and pulled me closer. I climbed onto his lap, and he tangled his fingers in my hair and pulled my mouth down to his. His hands were on my hips, rolling me against his hardness and taking control just the way I wanted him to.
We kissed until our lips were swollen, and I was so turned on that I couldn’t wait one more second. I gripped his shoulders and positioned myself just above the tip of his dick. I stared down at him as a sexy smile spread across his face. And I moved down slowly.
He was large, and I hadn’t had sex in a long time, so my body had to adjust to him.
His eyes fell closed, and I could tell he was holding back and letting me set the pace now.
“Fuck, Lu. You’re so tight. So wet. So fucking perfect,” he groaned.
My breaths were coming hard and fast as I took him in, inch by glorious inch.
My head fell back as I pushed all the way down, and he filled me completely.
Neither of us moved. We stayed completely still.
And then he leaned forward, his lips trailing along my neck.
Along my collarbone.
And I started to move.
Slowly at first.
And when his lips found my breasts, I moved faster.
