Page 25 of Night Fever
His hand comes down harder now, the sharp sting hitting me inside my core, making my clit pulseharder.
“Does it feel good?” he growls. “I like seeing you squirm andbeg.”
“Mhmm,” I say, my lips pursed together. “It feelsgood.”
“Who’s pussy is this?” he says, spreading my legs apart and cupping my wet cunt with hishand.
“It’s yours,” I moan, his finger gliding around my clit in slowcircles.
“Up on your knees, girl,” he commands, pulling my hips back and coming up behind me. He spreads my ass apart and I feel my pussy drip against the insides of mythighs.
“Bad, bad girl,” he growls. “You got all wet. Is that forme?”
He pushes his tongue against my clit, sucking my pussy lips into his mouth, tasting me and touching me everywhere with his tongue, wildly hitting every single inch ofme.
My back arches and I try to get closer to him and farther away at the same time, the intensity of the pleasure too much for me tobear.
“Yes,” I moan, “it’s for you. It’syours.”
“God, I can’t take it anymore,” he says darkly, and I feel the tip of his cock slice right into me, making my needy, hot pussy spread open forhim.
“Back,” he says, taking me into his lap, pulling me close. His fingers come to my chin and he turns my head, hungrily consuming me with his perfect lips, his amazingly magical tongue, putting one hand on my ass and making my bounce up and down slowly on hiscock.
“I’ve never felt this way before,” I moan as his hand slips around to my clit, pinching it before moving up to my nipple. The pebbled flesh becomes hot and hard, and he flicks it against his hardfingers.
“I’m going to take care of everything,” he says, “everything. Don’t worry about a thing. I told you I was here for you, and I meant it. I love you. I’ve got you. That’s what it means to be mine,girl.”
Something deep inside me breaks and melts, and I feel my pussy clench up around his perfect cock as we cumtogether.
“Yes, that’s it,” he growls, “that’s it. Know you’re mine. Those sweet moans, that perfect heart, that beautiful soul. It’s mine to keep, mine to take care of. Only mine. No one else’s. I will help you. I will protect you. I will make youhappy.”
I am stunned at his words, but I can’t think of anything to say. It’s just tooperfect.
He wraps me up in his arms, and I fall back against his chest with him still insideme.
And I close my eyes. And I don’t wantanything.
I might not have known what I was looking for, but I found itanyway.
Or should I say it foundme.
Taylor
Four Months Later
“Let’sall please remember tospot.”
I walk behind the staggered rows of dancers and check each for technique. Anna is always the girl who doesn’t spot. She also has more spirit and enthusiasm than the other girls, but she just doesn’t spot. I know it makes her dizzy, but I also don’t think shecares.
Hendrick comes into the dance space - all masculine, confident grace. All pure giving and hope and generosity in hisart.
We started this class together for young people whose parents can’t afford to send their kids to dance lessons - or maybe they aren’t paying good enough attention to know what their kids want, or maybe the kids want to dance but don’t want the competitive environment that can accompany the parents’ expectations when they’re paying forclasses.
No matter why the kiddos are here, it’s because Hendrick has been kind enough to open up the studio for a few of these classes a week, and our numbers are onlygrowing.
“Beautiful,” Hendrick says, his eyes scanning the rows of young students. His eye catches mine in the mirror, but he only flashes me a smile before stepping to the end of the line of dancers, matching their movementsseamlessly.
Tonight we’re putting up our Christmas tree and having my dad over for some eggnog. I recently moved in with Hendrick, and it couldn’t be more perfect. We cook together every night, I’m able to write in his spare bedroom that now doubles as my office, and we sit quietly every Saturday and Sunday morning drinking coffee and listening to disco at a volume so low you can barely hear it. I like it that way. It makes me tune in more, forces me to payattention.
