I’m distracted by the music as I dress after my shower. I don panties and my favorite skirt and then I’m dancing: swaying sinuously, arms raised above my head. Eyes closed, lost in the music. I don’t hear him enter; suddenly his warm hands are on my back. I press against him and my hands go to his shoulders, sliding up his neck and tangling in his hair as we kiss. It’s been too long.
My body’s still moving to the music. His hands slide along the cool skin of my back and I moan softly against his mouth. His hands go briefly to my ass and squeeze, then settle on my gently churning hips.
I pull back from the kiss. “Can I have you? Is there time?” He smiles down at me.
“You can have as much of me as you want,” he murmurs.
I sigh in satisfaction and hold him for a moment. Then I take what clothes I had put on back off. Between urgent, hungry kisses, I take off *his* clothes. Lead him to my bed.
He sits against the headboard, legs stretched out. I straddle him, not taking him inside me yet. We kiss again and this time his hands are on my breasts, kneading gently, pinching and tugging at my nipples. I rise up on my knees and bring my nipple to his mouth. His eyes are locked on mine as his tongue laps my areola. They close as his lips close around my nipple. His hands move from my shoulders, down my back, over my ass and come to rest on my thighs. I close my eyes for a moment, feeling his mouth and hands, listening to the music.
Then I pull back and position myself over his cock. I reach down and grasp him, guide him into me. As I slide down his length I moan and he sighs: his pleasure escalates mine. His hands stay on the working muscles of my legs as I ride him to the rhythm of the music. My hips are still rolling, my raised arms cross over my head.
“Dance for me,” he says, his eyes traveling over my working body. I lean forward and kiss him again. This time when the song changes, a much quicker beat is playing. I pull back and he arches an eyebrow at me. I grin back and bounce up and down in his lap faster. His hands are now pulling up and pushing down on my legs. I watch the expression on his face change. His eyes roll back and he begins to thrust upward into me.
Suddenly he leans forward and wraps his arms around me, holding me down on his cock as his hips continue to work. His breathing is ragged and harsh. When I feel him spurting inside me, my hips buck and I moan.
He leans back against the headboard, arms still wrapped around me, still inside me. I lay my head on his shoulder and he holds me.