Page 51 of Straightened Out

“You want me to dance for you?” she questions, swallowing and shaking her head. “But there’s no music.”

“You don’t need music, it’s in your soul and it’s taught your body every chord. Show me your grace, Violet.” I pause, leaning forward. Grabbing my knees, my gaze penetrates her and the words that leave my lips next are a whisper. “Dance for me.”

She draws her lower lip between her teeth seeming to contemplate my request. Then she takes a step back and glances around the room. Spotting a chair, she drags it away from the table and positions it front of the bed.

I look from the chair to her beautiful face, expecting her to perform one of her acts from Delilah’s, but she doesn’t use the chair as a prop. Instead her fingers tighten around the back of the chair and she closes her eyes. A moment passes before her eyes spring open and lock with mine. Drawing in a deep breath, she uses the back of the chair as leverage to lift herself onto her tip toes and spins so that her back is to me. Spreading her arms wide, she gracefully raises them above her head and twirls around.

I knew she had talent, I saw it firsthand, but this is different. It’s art in its purest form and with every graceful move that follows she creates a masterpiece for my eyes only and as she surrenders her body and soul to her craft, and I lose myself to her.

Keeping my eyes pinned to her, I lift my leg and cross it over knee. I make quick work at removing my designer shoes and dress socks. Then I stand and let my slacks drop down my legs. I step out of them as she twirls and jumps in front of me. She lands, crossing one leg in front of the other and her eyes lock with mine. Surprise flickers in her baby blues and it’s as if she forgot I was even there, watching her, committing it all to memory. Every twirl and every jump. The way her body bent and stretched as she moved around the hotel room.

I close the distance between us, laying one hand on her hip and brush the hair away from her shoulder, tucking it behind her ear.

“Beautiful,” I rasp, moving my hand to her jaw. My thumb brushes over her lower lip. “So fucking beautiful.”

She swallows, drawing in a deep breath and her dainty fingers fall to the waistband of my boxer briefs.

“Are we done?” she whispers, sliding her hands inside the briefs. My cock stiffens against her palm and she mewls as she closes her hand around my shaft.

“Baby, we’re just getting started.”

I let her slide my boxers down my thighs, then I kick them off the rest of the way. In one swift move, I lift her into my arms and walk her toward the bed. Depositing her on top of the comforter, I kneel on the bed. Her hair fans out over the pillows as she bends her knees. Spreading her legs, I crawl between them. My gaze darts to her pussy.

Bare, wet, and perfect.

I hunker down between her legs and her breath hitches as I press my lips to the inside of her thigh. I start at her knee and work my way up, pausing at her pussy. She arches her hips, thrusting her beautiful cunt in my face, but instead of licking it like we both want, I torment us both and move my mouth to her other thigh.

“Rocco,” she hisses.

“Hmm,” I murmur against her thigh.

“Stop fucking teasing me,” she pleads.

I lift my eyes to hers, dragging my finger through her lips and she moans in pleasure.

“More,” she pleads.

Grabbing her knees, I push her legs even further apart before spreading her open with my fingers. Her pussy glistens like the diamonds on her wrist and I quickly lower my mouth. My tongue runs up her slit in one stroke.

“Fuck yes,” she cries, arching her back.

One fucking taste and I’m addicted. I’m a desperate junkie and her sweet cunt is my drug. I flick my tongue against her clit and slide two fingers inside that wet fucking heat. Her legs cradle my head as she rides my fingers and bucks against my tongue. I push her legs down, holding them to the mattress and her fingers roughly tangle with the ends of my hand, holding me in place as she grinds her sweet pussy all over my mouth.

“Holy shit,” she cries. “Keep going, don’t stop. Don’t ever fucking stop.”

Little does she know, there’s no end in sight.

Flattening my tongue to the tiny bud, I insert another finger. I pump them in and out of her mercilessly, licking and sucking on her clit. Her legs lock and she screams my name as her release finds her.

“That’s it,” I growl in between laps. “Cum all over me, baby.”

My fingers.

My mouth.

Give me everything you got.

Removing my fingers, I continue to stroke her, spreading her wetness all around her pussy, flicking her clit softly. When her body goes lax against the mattress, I lift back onto my knees and bring my fingers to my mouth, sucking every drop of sweetness from them. Violet’s eyes open and she hazily stares up at me.

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