Page 13 of The Ballerina

Dinner was great, like I knew it would be. The conversation was even better. Once Cathy agreed to my proposal, we were both more relaxed. For people that had never met before our mating ceremony, except for my private dance the night before, we get along surprisingly well. We have tons of things in common and even have the same taste in music.

Cathy laughs at something I say, her head thrown back. Her neck is exposed and my gaze slides to her perfect tits, barely held in place by the pretty green dress she is wearing. Beneath the surface of the table I press my palm down on my throbbing cock, trying to maintain the facade of control I don’t have at the moment. The smell of her lingering arousal is not helping my situation.

“Are you ready to head out?” I ask after paying.

She nods with a shy smile, no doubt imagining what will be the end of our night, the same as I am. Taking her hand, I help her out of the booth and lead her through the mostly empty restaurant. I watch her ass sway as she walks ahead of me, and the green fabric skims her legs, thoughts of fucking her in the pretty dress flooding my mind. Outside we wait for my car, a chill in the night air. I shrug out of my black suit jacket and wrap it around her shoulders, holding her against my side.

“Thank you,” she says with a shy smile.

The moment we are in the car, I crank the AC up to heat the interior of the vehicle.

“Thank you,” Cathy mumbles again distractedly, staring out the window beside her.

I let her work through whatever is going on in her head, not pushing her to tell me anything until she is ready. I want her to trust me with her thoughts because she wants to. Not becauseI have to push for it. Even if waiting is driving me insane.

“Have you slept with a lot of women?”

The question catches me off guard and I nearly veer off the road.

“Shit. What brought that on?”

“Just curious.” She shrugs.

I watch her in my peripheral vision. She is staring at me, waiting for an answer.

“Only one.”

“Yeah, I’ve only been with one person except you,” she says thoughtfully. “And did you two experiment?”

“I don’t really want to discuss my ex,” I say angrily, the guilt of seeing Jana behind her back still lingering. “Especially not when I can smell your cunt, sweetness.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” she replies with a sigh. “I just don’t know what I like when it comes to sex. I was hoping you would have some ideas.”

“Like?”

The moment may have been a little uncomfortable before, but I am open to this avenue of discussion. I would love to know what she likes so I can drive her as crazy as she drives me.

“I’ve never been on top.”

“Well, we can fix that,” I smile devilishly. “What else?”

She covers her face with her hands, and I know she must be blushing. Is she afraid I’ll push her away if she tells me the truth? Pulling the car off the road onto a country lane, I switch off the engine and wait for her to look at me.

“What if I tell you one of my fantasies? Will you be more comfortable telling me yours?”

“Depends on your fantasy. Because mine isn’t … normal.”

“Well sweetness, neither is mine.” I smirk at her before pulling her onto my lap, my cock nestled against her juicy ass.

“I want to chase you,” I say, cupping her left breastthrough the fabric of her dress. “I want you to run so I can hunt you down and have my way with you. I want to rip every last thread of clothes from your delectable body and fuck you until you cry.”

The scent of her arousal grows stronger in the confines of the vehicle, her breasts heave, and her pupils dilate. Fuck me. Is my mate turned on by the thought of me hunting her?

“I’m an exhibitionist,” she whispers, her voice trembling as she stares straight ahead.

“The dancing. That makes sense.”

“It’s not just that,” she continues. “I wanted you to make me come in the restaurant, with all those people around.”

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