Page 72 of Dance for Me

She’d taken all of this inside her. No wonder her insides felt tender and a little bit bruised. “So, um, is this thing licensed?”

“Contrary to popular belief, it’s not a lethal weapon, little one.” Braun braced himself over her, his weight on his hands planted either side of her head, and let her explore at will. There was delight in his eyes as she ran her nails gently up and down the shaft, circling the head. “Bigger than average, sure, but by no means in the monster cock category.”

Another nervous giggle. “Maybe I should be the judge of that.”

“Oh no, you’re not having time to overthink things, Bodie. Here, put this on for me.” With his weight on one hand now, he pressed a slippery ring of latex into her free hand before resuming his previous position. “Pinch the tip firmly, then roll it all the way down.”

“You want me to put it on?”

He nodded. “Until you’re on some form of birth control and you decide—we decide—to make love without condoms, I think you should be in charge of dressing the Almighty One.” He winked at her. “He likes you; you should be honored.”

Almighty One. God, he cracked her up sometimes. “I have a feeling he likes any naked woman who happens to be sprawled beneath him.”

“Oh no, he has very particular tastes. He prefers slim dancers with hair the color of raven wings. Black with that faint sheen of blue.” He rubbed his face against her hair as his hips thrust his cock into her firm grasp. “Only the best and most beautiful shade of blue eyes.” A kiss dotted each of her eyelids gently. “And he gets a real hard-on for a woman matching that description who also has a big, soft heart,” his stubble scratched lightly over her breast, “and an attitude worthy of a lioness defending her cubs. Seems to me, he’s found his perfect woman in you.”

Bodie almost preened at the compliments before she realized how gullible she would be to believe them. A penis did not have the capability of seeking out its perfect partner like a divination rod, and sex loosened a person’s tongue into saying what they thought was the right words. But it was nice to be wanted that way, even if it only lasted until after the sex was done.

Focusing on his instructions for suiting up the cock in her possession, Bodie ignored his flattery and the undeniable thrill of delight it gave her in favor of concentrating on her task at hand. It wasn’t as simple as she first assumed—every time she unraveled the latex down his length, his cock jerked eagerly.

In the end, she was so fascinated by it, Braun groaned in protest when she teased him just to elicit a reaction and donned the condom himself with a couple of deft flicks of his wrist. “A word to the wise, little one,” he drawled, “teasing the man who desperately wants to fuck you won’t bode well. Especially if you want him to go slow and gentle on you.”

“I promise I won’t ever tease you again, Sir,” she vowed mischievously. “I’ve learned my lesson and I won’t do it again, not even if you beg. Nope,” she decided, shocked at her playful brazenness. “Not even if you’re on your knees before me, kissing my feet and pleading.”

“Oh really?” His teeth grazed the skin of her left breast. “Not even if I kneel at your feet, kissing something higher up? My tongue can be ever so persuasive.”

His hips rolled against her in unhurried thrusts, torturing her clit with the slide of him against her. “N-No, that won’t work. Not even if you wear a thong and whipped cream. Crying might work though.”

Braun bit harder, capturing her nipple between his teeth and sending her straight to the point of pleasure versus pain. Balancing her skillfully on the edge while she writhed beneath him. “No more talking, little minx. Making love to you will go right out the window if you say one more word.”

Before she could utter a single consonant, the next gentle roll of his hips aligned his crown with her opening and he languidly pushed inside her with a pleased groan. Her gasp turned quickly to mewling as he filled her thoroughly for a second time, stretching her again and awakening both sore muscles and her nervous system.

His mouth found her throat; her hands clawed his back.

Hands free, she thought. No navigation system required.

Anticipating the fast, brutal pace from earlier, she held on tight and relished the licks and kisses he rained over her exposed skin. But he only surrounded her with the sweet and lazy, tender and careful. Even when her hips rose to meet his thrusts, silently asking for more, he just shook his head, made love to her mouth, and kept the fires within her stoked high.

He was strong, confident, moving inside her as though she was spun from glass. Taking his time with her, bringing them together effortlessly. With his mouth alone, he made sure she knew he cherished her.

An orgasm woke lazily, stirring to life in the pit of her womb, spreading rapidly from cell to cell in a rising tide of utter bliss. Her toes curled, spasms creeping up her calves, her thighs. She’d never wanted to crawl inside anyone as much as she did Braun right now.

“This one’s for you, Bodie. The next is for us both.”

Christ, his voice—all husky and deep—intensified the tingles burrowing under her skin and making it croon like a Christmas choir on caroling duty. Her hands ceased clawing at him, her fingers choosing to knead at the muscles in his back as they tensed and released with his steady thrusts.

It washed over her sweetly, a sweep of pleasure brushing over her from head to toe as skillfully as any artist’s tool. She arched into him with a happy moan, kissing him with everything she had as though she could funnel all her contentment into him through that meeting of lips.

Sweat sheened their skin. The scent of it, of sex and desire, would remain forever etched in her memory. A good one, the best. This right here was where she finally understood what it was to be loved, to be wanted, needed, craved. This was everything she’d once dreamed of, and the very thing she’d learned to fear.

Of their own accord, her legs lifted and hooked over his hips, drawing him deeper. A gasp merged with the sounds of their joining, her pussy clasping him tighter in this position and his cock putting pressure on all the right places. All the dirty, delicious spots inside her that clamored for more, for harder.

“Braun...”

As if she’d begged him to fuck her, his rhythm grew in strength. Long, smooth withdrawals followed by swift, sharp drives. Possessing her from the inside out, yet not making her feel used or inferior. Treating her like an equal. His equal.

Yes, just like that! she wanted to shout with glee. Just. Like. That.

The second wave rode in on the coattails of the first, and Bodie sensed its potency before it reached infancy. What Braun brought alive inside her was nothing short of ravenous, a savage beast hungry after the first sweet taste of release and fucking desperate for more.

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