“Go ahead. Shake that ass for Mama,” I tell him with a smile.
He meets me at the chair and immediately starts to lift his foot. I smack it away and shake my head at him.
“You put your foot up on this chair and just start thrusting in my face and we’re going to have a huge problem. One that will leave bloodstains all over this white carpet.”
“You really suck at this teaching thing,” he complains as he starts bobbing his head to the music.
As much as I hate to admit it, he does look kind of adorable right now, standing in front of me trying to get into the music.
“This can’t be that hard. I just rip my clothes off and dance around, right?”
I shake my head at him, spreading my legs on the chair as I reach forward and wrap my hands around the back of his thighs, pulling him forward to stand between them.
“Stripping is not just about immediately taking your clothes off. It’s about anticipation and knowing how to turn people on. It’s about using your body to entice the audience and make them want more,” I explain, quickly removing my hands from his legs to place them on top of my thighs before I’m tempted to slide them up and grab his ass. “It’s about teasing. Think of it like foreplay. Sometimes what happens before can be better than the actual finale.”
At some point during my explanation, Eric placed both of his hands on the back of my chair, until he’s leaning over me, his face inches from mine. I can smell his skin and feel the heat from his body with his shirt still spread wide open, and I have to swallow a few times to get some much-needed moisture into my suddenly dry throat.
He bends his elbows, bringing his body even closer to mine, moving his head to the side of my face until his lips are brushing against the shell of my ear.
“Teasing and foreplay,” he says quietly, his warm breath in my ear making me shiver. “I think I can handle that.”
My hands immediately move from the top of my thighs to grip the seat cushion on either side of my hips as he trails his mouth down the side of my neck. The feather-light touch of his lips just barely grazing my skin makes me clench my thighs together as I close my eyes and my head falls back, giving him better access.
Removing one of his hands from the back of my chair, he wraps it around the other side of my neck while the tip of his tongue darts out against my skin. I have to bite down on my bottom lip to stop myself from moaning out loud.
His palm slowly slides down my neck and over my chest, stopping right over my heart, which is beating so fast I’m sure he can feel it. My chest is heaving as I take in deep, stuttering breaths, and I don’t even care if he thinks I’m trying to push my boob into his hand. Because I am. Sweet mother of God, I want his hand on my boob.
Eric moves a little further down my neck with a trail of kisses, his palm gliding over the swell of one breast, skimming down the side of it, and continuing its descent down the side of my body until it skates over my hip, and he grips my bare thigh. His hand is warm against my skin as he pulls my leg up until I’m hooking my foot around his thigh.
With his lips still gently sucking the side of my neck, he grabs both of my hands, which are still clutching the cushion of the chair, and brings them up and around his own neck, where I grab onto handfuls of his hair. He places his hands to the back of my chair again, and all of a sudden his mouth finds a spot on my neck I didn’t even know existed. His teeth gently graze over that spot, and it’s like he hits a nerve that is directly connected to my pussy.
My leg tightens around the back of his thigh, jerking him closer to me as my hips thrust up and off the chair, and it happens—a low moan flies right out of my mouth, and I don’t even care. He’s still biting and nipping at my neck right on the perfect spot, and it’s driving me completely crazy, until I’m basically humping the air because this stupid chair seat is in the way and I can’t bring him any closer between my legs. I’m clutching the back of his head and pressing him so hard into the side of my neck that I’m not even sure how he’s breathing as he continues to torture me with nibbling teeth.