Page 9 of When You Dance
I could clearly see his erection, and when I straddled his lap, I could definitely feel it. I was so damn horny I didn’t know what to do with myself. As he stared at me, caressing my body from head to toe with his gaze, I started the music. I chose “Can I Take You Home” by Jamie Foxx.
I walked slowly to him then turned around and swayed my hips. “Damn, you are so beautiful.”
I pretended not to understand him just so he would say more. Things he probably would have never told me could possibly fall from his lips while we were alone. I bent over and slid my wet thong down my legs as he said, “Oh fuck.”
I turned to him after I grabbed them from the floor and brought them to him. When he snatched them, he pulled me into him as well since I didn’t immediately let go. “I’m sorry.”
His apology wasn’t necessary. He’d brought me to the place I already wanted to be… his lap. I lowered my head and kissed his soft lips then straddled him. His head dropped back, and his eyes closed. “Você pode me tocar.”
I was telling him that he could touch me. I was longing to feel his hands grace my curves and every part of me. He opened his eyes and stared at me. They were filled with lust and had penetrated my very core. “I wish I could understand what you’re saying,” he said softly.
I grabbed his hand and rested it on my hip, showing him what I needed. When I moaned, he put my underwear around his neck then brought his other hand to my ass and gripped it. I swore my eyes rolled to the back of my head as I grinded on him. “Damn, girl. This the best birthday present ever. I been fiending for you something fierce for the past five months.”
He didn’t have to tell me that. With as much money as he had tricked off to me on that stage, I knew he had to be feeling a way. As his hands caressed my ass, I lowered my head to his ear and licked it then whispered his name sexily. “Jamel.”
“Your name is fitting, because I’ve been so damn obsessed with you. I wanna fuck you. Do you understand what I’m saying to you?”
Instead of answering in the affirmative, I moaned into his ear, then said, “Me leve para casa com você.”
The song had me wanting to go home with him, and in Portuguese, that was exactly what I told him. He slid his hands up the sides of my body then back down and rested them at my hips as I sat up straight, still circling them on him. He sat up in his seat and gently pinched my nipple with his lips. “You said something about house. You wanna come home with me, Obsession? Is that what you said? Mi casa?” he asked as he pointed his finger from me to him.
My nerves picked up a bit because he picked up on what I said.Stupid.Everyone knew what casa meant. After taking his crown and sitting it on my head, I brought my hands to his beard and pulled it, knowing I couldn’t go home with him. Tonight was a mistake. I was torturing the both of us. I left his lap, sliding to the floor, my face in his crotch. I looked up at him to see him watching me, patiently waiting for what I was about to do. I brought my hand to his erection and gripped it through his pants.
I began stroking it as he said, “You gon’ make me fuck my clothes up.”
I wanted to laugh, but I couldn’t give him any indication that I understood him. Releasing him, I lay back, resting on my elbows, and spread my legs as I lifted my bottom from the floor. His gaze went to my prized treasure as I rolled my hips, grinding and giving him the perfect view of what I wanted him to have.
“You so damn wet. I wanna lick that shit.”
His words turned me on beyond belief. When his eyes met mine, I lowered my hips and slid my hand to my clit and played with it slightly. He licked his lips as the song ended. It switched to “Somebody’s Gotta Be On Top” by Joe. I rolled to my stomach and began grinding against the floor, showing him that I would be on top.
When I looked back at him, he was gripping his dick. I smiled slightly then lifted my lower torso while my hands remained on the floor. I continued to lift until I was on my tippy toes then fell back into him. His hands roamed to my stomach as I rolled my hips, begging him to let me be on top. I backed up and sat my ass right on his dick and grinded my pussy all over him.
I grabbed his hand and guided it lower until he was touching my clit. My eyes closed as he took over, flicking it back and forth. My juices were flowing from me all over him. I wanted him so badly. Him fucking me in this room was a thought that wouldn’t leave my mind. When he slid a finger inside of me, I allowed him to fuck me for a few seconds. Pulling away from him, I brought my feet to the chair he was sitting in and squatted right in his face, my ass and pussy only centimeters from his gorgeous lips.
I waited for him to do something with it, but he didn’t. He just stared at it as I circled it in his face. Finally, he slapped my ass, and I came all over him. I was so fucking embarrassed, I hopped off the chair and nearly fell to the floor. He quickly stood and pulled me to him then lifted me in his arms. I wrapped my legs around him and lowered my head, refusing to look into his eyes.
“That was so fucking sexy, baby. I wanna taste you, but I wanted to see if you would cum for me. Your pussy was spasming so much, so I knew it was possible.”
He pulled my face to him by my chin and tongue kissed the hell out of me. I wrapped my arms around him as his fingers slid inside of me again. My moans were uncontained, and I knew I had to stop this, or I would be fucking him for sure and possibly losing my job. They said they would turn a blind eye to me tonight, since Ineverdid anything like this, but I didn’t want to push it. I gathered the restraint to slide out of his arms and down his body.
When I did, he stared at his fingers and then brought them to his mouth and sucked that shit so sexily, gliding his tongue between them with his eyes closed. He moaned slightly, and I had to literally slide my hand between my legs to try to calm her down. He opened his eyes and said, “When you dance, I feel like you making love to me, even when you paid me no attention. I go to a different world whenever I see you.”
He walked closer to me, and my breathing paused. He placed his hand at the back of my neck as he stared into my soul. “Quit fighting what you want.”
He kissed my lips again, then the tip of my nose, and my forehead. “Let me see you, Obsession. Let me see the woman behind the mask.”
That was a hell no. I pulled away from him once again. That last statement made me realize I was getting caught up. I tried to be subtle with my resistance though, so he wouldn’t know that I understood him, but it was of no use. He bit his bottom lip and said, “You understand every word I’m saying to you, don’t you?”
His pointed yet gentle gaze wouldn’t allow me to lie to him. I nodded then went to the closet in the room and got the robe I’d put in there before the night began. When I turned back to him, his hands were shoved in his pockets and his head was lowered, but his eyes were still on me. “Did you end this early, or was my time up?”
I looked away from him, giving him the answer. I’d definitely cut this short. He slowly walked to me and made me relinquish my hold on my robe. Sliding his hands inside, he circled my waist and said, “I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable. Can we just enjoy the rest of our time?”
I gave him a soft smile and nodded, then went to my phone and started “Don’t Ever Leave Me” by K-Young.
Jamel sat back in the chair, and I stared at him while the first verse of the song played. The shit was speaking directly to what was happening between us, although he had no idea of who I was. I slowly began walking to him as I allowed the robe to slide from my shoulders to the floor. When I got to him, I straddled him once again, and his mouth went straight to my nipple. I held his face in my hands while he teased me.
His hands went to my ass, and he caused me to grind into him harder. My clit was on edge, wishing he would treat her the same way he was treating my nipple right now. “Oh meu Deus. Estou prestes a ter orgasmo.”
