Beatrice
I can tell he didn’t expect me to be so forward, but he’s not really complaining about it either. Instead he’s welcoming me. Instead he’s pulling me onto his lap, and caressing my thigh, his thumb dangerously close to where I wanted him the most. He takes his lips off mine but quickly moves them down to my neck. I hold onto his broad shoulders. I take my hands and start moving over the top of his pants, and I suddenly can tell that he is just as eager for me as I am for him.
He moves his lips away from me, and he looks at me. “Well this isn’t really the dance lesson I thought you meant.”
I’m out of breath as I reply, “Yeah I know, but I prefer this.”
He smiles again, and whispers to me, “Then do you wanna follow me to the bedroom?”
I nod. He stands up and holds out his hand f
