I couldn’t wait another second. I reached down and slid my arm around her waist, then lifted her into the air.
She was a little thing, though she was all muscle. Still, she felt like air, particularly as she flowed with me, wrapping her legs around my waist as if I’d ordered her to do it. And then she held herself there, with thigh muscles that made my head spin around and around with lust, and her arms around my shoulders.
My God, she was a wonder.
I gripped her ass again and began lowering her, but for a heady sort of moment I couldn’t tell which one of us was doing the work.
Was I holding her up? Or was she the one holding herself against me, then lowering herself down, with a kind of impossible precision that made the blood in my cock pulse?
“You have a lot of muscle control,” I managed to say as she inched down my
torso the slightest bit more, then the slightest bit more than that, so I could almost feel the heat of her with the head of my cock.
She let out a laugh, her hard nipples brushing my chest. “For a whore, you mean?”
“For anyone,” I managed to get out.
“You saw me on that stage. What did you think? It was all smoke and mirrors?”
Something inside me tore open. Something greedy and dark, an uncontrollable storm of need and longing.
And instead of fearing such a thing, I wanted to lose myself in it.
In her.
“Prove it,” I dared her. “Fuck yourself silly.”
A smile broke over her face, wicked and bright and all mine.
“Yes, sir,” she said, her voice rough and husky.
And then, at last, she obeyed me.
Darcy
Being lifted was nothing new for me. But this was different.
Everything about this was different.
He held me easily, and it was almost like dancing. It was almost like the pas de deux.
Almost.
I adjusted my hold on him and let myself slide until I could feel the thick head of his cock at the opening of my pussy.
I had the mad thought that all those years of ballet training had been for this, all along.
For this moment, when I could look up and hold his bright blue gaze, then lower myself down on that hard, hot length of his.
I was so wet it should have embarrassed me though it didn’t. I was wildly soft and deliciously hot, and even so, I had to adjust to the size of him. He was thick and long, but I dedicated myself to the task of taking him.
One hot inch after the next.
Slowly, carefully, I lowered myself. I waited for my body to accept him, then I went farther.
And we were both sweating by the time I finally made it all the way, my pussy flush against him.
And that glorious huge cock of his buried deep inside of me.