She bit back a grin. “What’s wrong with this song?”
“It’s old. What about that song fromMagic Mike?”
“You know that song is just as old, right?”
“It’s slower, at least.”
“Man, the nineties had some great sex jams.” She pulled up “Pony” by Ginuwine on her phone. “Here you go.”
The familiar melody began, but Gabe just stood there.
“I don’t know what to do,” he said, sounding helpless.
Michelle set the phone on her dresser and stood.
“Vas a perrear. Just pretend you’re grinding on me at a high school dance. Or that you’re in a Bad Bunny video.”
He narrowed his eyes at her, but she turned her back to him and started swaying her hips. A moment later, Gabe’s hands landed on her waist and his chest pressed against her naked back. His fingers tightened on her bare skin and he gently pulled her butt into alignment with his pelvis. And then he began to move his hips in time with the slow, heavy beat.
Ohfuck. Michelle’s pulse skyrocketed as she leaned back against him, rocking and swaying. There was something so delightfullynastyabout grinding together while she was naked and he was fully dressed.
When the lyrics kicked in, she slipped away and perched on the edge of the bed to watch.
Gabe kept his hips moving and his eyes on her as he reached up and began unbuttoning his shirt.
“Slowly,” she said in a stage whisper.
His hands slowed, fingers slipping one button loose at a time, gradually revealing his defined abs.
“Ooh yeah, baby, take it off,” Michelle cooed in a sultry voice once he’d reached the last button and pulled the shirt from the waistband of his pants. “I would give you all my dollar bills, if I had any.”
She held back a laugh at the exasperated look he sent her, but he did a little shimmy when he shrugged out of the shirt.
When he got to his belt and unbuckled it, she let him undo the button at his waistband, before she interrupted him.
“Go slower,” she prompted.
“I’m trying, baby.”
“You’re doing great.” She slid to the edge of the bed and beckoned him closer. “Come here.”
When he was within reach, she captured his waist in her hands and leaned her face toward his crotch. She caught the zipper pull of his fly in her teeth. Above her, he sucked in a breath, then muttered a litany of curses as she carefully tugged the zipper down over his bulge.
“Fuck, Mich. God, that’s so fucking hot. You’re amazing. I—”
He broke off with a groan when she completed the task and leaned back.
“Pants off,” she said silkily, and helped him pull them downover his gyrating hips. When he was clad in nothing but a sexy pair of tight black briefs, she couldn’t hold back. She palmed his ass and pulled him forward, opening her lips around the outline of his dick.
They both moaned as she mouthed him through the fabric. He was so fucking big and she was so turned on, not just from the orgasm he’d given her, but from his willingness to pleasure her first, and to do something he found mildly embarrassing simply because she liked it.
Gabe bent and kissed her fiercely, pushing her back on the bed and climbing on with her. Together they shoved his underwear down, and from there, they were a wild tangle of limbs as they tried to kiss and touch each other everywhere. His mouth found her breasts and he stroked her pussy, sliding two fingers into her when he found her still wet.
“You liked my striptease?” he asked, sending her a wicked grin before sucking her nipple into his mouth again.
“I loved it,” she said, panting, as she reached down to cup his balls.
He surged up to kiss her again, swiping his tongue against hers in rough caresses. Then he broke away and reached for the condom on the bed.
