Page 47 of The Way We Dance

"Take them down," he ground out.

Using my one hooked finger, I pulled down hard enough until his cock sprung free from the confines of his shorts. He had nothing else on under the shorts and I had never been happier with that knowledge.

I used my other hand to grab a hold of him and squeezed, wanting to see for myself if he felt as hard as he looked. I could see precum seeping from the head and I was so tempted to lean down and lick it off.

Ty didn't give me that chance, though. Squeezing him had been like pressing a button and he went to another level instantly.

My shirt was being swept over my head and my leggings were being pulled down in a rush of unchecked fervor. I was spun around, facing the barre and the mirror, watching him stroke himself behind me.

All I had left was my sports bra, panties, and ballet flats on and when I attempted to take them off, Ty swatted my thigh and shook his head.

"Leave the shoes on, Miss Priss."

I left them on but took my bra and panties off before leaning forward and holding on to the barre. I was inviting him to me, urging him to enter me. I wanted to watch him, see his face, and know what he looked like when he was coming.

Scooting up behind me, with his shorts around his thighs, he took a finger through my center to test how wet I was, to see if I was ready. We groaned in unison when he did but neither of us were surprised by how soaked I was.

Once again, the music switched and as if he had planned the steps, Ty lined up and pushed into me, the beat matching his rhythm as he got himself deeper and deeper. His hands found my breasts and he held tight, pinching my nipples to elicit a moan from me.

When he was buried as deep as he could go, he stopped moving and I looked up into the mirror to watch his face. His eyes were closed and his head was turned to the side and I could tell he was doing everything in his power to keep himself in check.

“Don't hold back,” I told him as I squeezed his cock inside of me.

His eyes opened and locked on mine in the mirror. If he thought I was taunting him, then so be it. Maybe I was. He may have thought I was “Miss Priss” but that was just what I let him see. It was completely different than what I was going to let him feel and I wanted to make sure he knew I could handle it.

Taking his hands from my breast, he stayed inside of me as he took the tie from my hair. My wavy strands fell loosely onto my shoulders and he gathered them up until they were securely in his left hand.

Then he pulled, so fucking hard my neck popped and I screamed in surprise. In the same motion, his right hand found my clit and he started pumping into me harder and harder. He was hitting a spot in me that had never been reached and I had the urge to place a hand on my lower stomach.

“Keep your hands on the bar,” his voice was so husky and deep I barely recognized it, but I did as he said and refrained from pulling a hand off.

He pulled on my hair as he hit that deep spot over and over again and before I could even prepare myself or even try to hold it off, I exploded in an orgasm so fierce I thought for sure I would fall.

It took me several minutes to reorient myself but Ty never stopped or let up. He didn't give me any chance to feel anything different, just built another spiral of tension inside of me.

In the mirror, he was watching me, using my hair to control my head, pulling me to the side. The space allowed him to see us in the mirror, connected and rabid.

His face was exactly what I expected from someone like Ty—focused only on the sexual satisfaction we were getting from one another. He was zoned out and for a minute, I wasn't even sure if he knew or cared who he had his dick inside.

The goal was pleasure, fulfillment, distraction, and destress. I knew that before we started and was the main reason I let myself go so quickly. But I also knew now what it felt like to kiss him and a part of me wanted that as well.

I didn’t care if we ever did this again, but I wanted him to know and remember who he was with in that moment. I may have been a notch in his belt, and I was ok with that, because he was a notch in mine as well. But I knew he was going to be the biggest notch I had and that made this different.

Pushing back, I fought against his hold in my hair and lifted from the barre. I leaned my head back onto his shoulder, the way I did when we were dancing and held on to his neck with one arm. I turned my head and quickly found his lips taking him by surprise and causing him to lose his grip on my hair.

It was an awkward position because of our height difference and he was having to hold me by my waist to keep from coming out of me. I didn't care, though. His lips took me to another level of lust and I started to grind on the air in front of me, seeking friction.

There just wasn't enough hands in the position we were in so Ty pulled out of me quickly, turned me around, and lifted me up before settling me back down on his cock. I wrapped my legs around his waist and our lips found each other again.

Along with my clit grinding on his stomach, the new position was hitting me somewhere else, somewhere deeper, and I felt that familiar tension growing in my stomach again.

“I’m gonna come,” Ty warned with a scratchy voice.

I was so close and didn't want him to stop. It may have been a stupid decision because we both knew we weren’t using protection, but I knew I was on the pill and I was trusting it to do its damn job.

“Come inside me, Ty. Let me feel you,” I pleaded.

He growled and grabbed a handful of my hair again, pumping himself into me fiercely. The moment I felt him let go was the moment my body started shaking and my pussy started clenching involuntarily.

Ty kept going, pushing until we were both spent and could no longer hold ourselves up. He lowered me to the ground and I fell back onto the wood floor, pulling his hand for him to do the same.

I was in nothing but my ballet flats and his shorts were still wrapped around his thighs. We laid side by side, hand in hand for two or three songs as the evidence of both of our orgasms slid down my leg and onto the floor.

After a while, Ty let out a small laugh and I looked over at him.

“What?”

“I just love the way we dance.”

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