Sassy
The moment is here.
We’ve been playing around until this point. We’ve been having fun. At least, I’ve been having fun. Right now it’s 2-0 on orgasms, and I think it’s time for me to pay the piper, so to speak.
I take Elliott’s hand and lead him out of the kitchen and over to the bedroom. I take a deep breath and push the door open.
There’s no going back now.
Not that I want to.
I don’t.
“Sit on the bed,” I tell him, and suddenly, I’m in my element. Suddenly, any nervousness I felt before this moment is gone. Suddenly, I’m ready for everything we’re about to do.
When I was 15, my boyfriend dumped me for a girl who would put out. I spent the weekend crying and on Monday, when Elliott found out what had happened, he punched the guy square in the face.
He’s always been there for me.
He’s always looked after me.
He’s always protected me.
Even when we were fooling around in the kitchen, it was all about me. I was the star of the show. Everything we did was for my pleasure. Now it’s time for me to give a little bit of that back to him.
“Are you going to dance for me?” Elliott asks, but he takes a seat.
“I will always dance for you.”
I open my laptop and pull up my favorite online playlist of songs, and the music begins. That’s all it takes. Just a little bit of music, and I’m ready. I’m empowered. I’m strong. Just a little bit of music, and I’m ready for anything.
Obviously, I teach a variety of dance classes. My girls learn everything from spins to climbs to inversions. They learn how to transition between moves and how floor work can be beautiful, but they learn a lot of other things, too.
One of my favorite things to teach is how to give a good lap dance.
And that’s what I’m going to do right now.
Elliott sits perfectly still as I straddle him.
“You ready for me, big boy?”
“I was born ready,” he says.
“You’re really fucking handsome, you know that?” I touch his cheek softly. Then I kiss him. I can feel his hard cock through his jeans. I’m completely naked, but I can feel how hard his dick is. It’s so hard it must be almost painful, but I’m going to help him with that.
In a little while, I’ll help him.
Right now, I want to tease him a little bit more.
“You’re pretty good-looking yourself, sweetie,” he says, and his hands move to my hips.
“Did I say you could touch the dancer?”
“I thought it would be all right.”
“If you’re going to touch me, tiger, touch my tits.”
He moves his hands to my breasts and palms them, and I smile as I continue to grind on him in time with the song.