Breaking His Dancer

Chapter Nine

She gasped as he pulled her on top of him, forcing her to straddle his lap. She could feel the hard length of him pressing against her core through her jeans, and heat flooded her body. Somewhere in the back of her mind she wondered at the fact that she was on top of a man she hardly knew. Just as somewhere in the back of her mind she acknowledged that her son could wake up and walk in on them at any moment, but she didn't care. She was beyond rationality at this point.

His hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her. He kissed her like a man half starved, and touched her with a reverence worthy of a goddess. Her body sang under his hands. He made incredibly short work of her clothes, and before she knew it she lay naked before him on the couch. She crossed her arms over her middle, feeling suddenly incredibly self conscious. His eyes softened as he stared down at her.

He grabbed her arms and gently moved them, smiling. “You're beautiful. You are absolutely divine. Please don't hide from me baby”.

Before she could formulate a thought he leaned down and ran his tongue across her stomach, trailing a feather light train down to her hip. She shivered from the feeling of his tongue, and his breath, as goose bumps became apparent all over her skin. Her n*****s hardened, and her c**t throbbed. How was a simple touch able to affect her so? He nipped at her hip playfully, before putting both of his hands under her legs, and pulling her forward. She let out a sort of half laugh, half shriek, startled by the sudden movement. The sound quickly turned to moans as he leaned down and ran his tongue over her c**t in a long, slow stroke. Her hips jerked, and he pressed them down with his hands. He lapped at her ruthlessly, gently sucking and biting the little nub between her legs, ignoring the way she bucked and jerked against his hands. It had been a long time since a man had gone down on her, and not one of them had ever felt this good.

He slid two fingers inside of her, hooking them up behind her pelvic bone to find the bundle of nerves hidden inside. Her legs felt like jello as she cried out helplessly, completely lost in sensation. She came mindlessly, twitching on the couch, with his head still between her legs. Without realizing it she had grabbed a pillow and put it over her face, the screams of her orgasm thankfully muffled as she bit down on the fabric. He flicked his tongue across her c**t even as she came, drawing the orgasm out until she was sure she couldn't take it anymore.

She felt him pull away and she took the pillow away from her face, panting heavily. Eyes wide she looked up at him as he stripped off his own clothes. He smiled as her eyes widened at the sight of him. Lean tan muscle, a trail of dark brown hair lead from his sculpted abs all the way down to his c**k. Her mouth watered at the sight of him. In the back of her mind she wondered that a man could look so perfect naked. But in the forefront of her thoughts was one word. MINE!

Eagerly she moved to get off the couch, ready to taste him for herself. But he gently shook his head at her, looking pointedly. “I didn't say you could move. I want you to lay there, and spread your legs wide for me. I am going to take what I want from you. And you're going to like it”.

Mouth going dry, she slowly spread her legs for him. He smiled at the sight of her shyly opening up, her p***y glistening and ready for him. He walked over to her and knelt on the couch between her legs. He ran a finger across her slit, smiling as her body jerked. Fingers covered in the slick leaking out of her, he held them up in front of her face. “Open your mouth for me.”

Confused she complied, and before she could say anything he pushed his wet fingers into her mouth. “Taste yourself for me baby. Taste how wet you are. How ready you are for me to f**k you.”

She wrapped her lips around his fingers, sucking the taste of herself off of him, running her tongue slowly over the pads of his fingers. She tasted musty, and feminine. Heady. He groaned, his eyes rolling back slightly. She smiled at the way he reacted to her, all of her earlier shyness gone at the rush of power that came from that one small act.

Before she could think or react he had positioned himself between her legs, and was inside of her with one smooth thrust. He leaned down, and wrapped one arm around her lower waist, pulling her closer to him as he sheathed himself deeper inside her. She gasped, constricting around his thick c**k. Tingles traveling all over her body, her core throbbing with building pressure. He moved slowly at first, enjoying the way she squirmed and gasped at each delicate thrust of his hips. He took his time, drawing out her pleasure, watching her lose herself in the moment bit by bit.

Just when he thought she might not be able to stand it any longer he thrust hard, picking up the pace until she was screaming, on the verge of another orgasm.

This time when she came, he did too. Both of them groaning in unison as he spilled his seed inside her. “f**k”. He grunted, voice deep and commanding, as he thrust forward jaggedly one final time, and then collapsed on top her her, head resting on her stomach. Her body sang, as the rush of endorphins from her own orgasm flowed through her. Panting, she lay on the couch, his head on her stomach, running her fingers lovingly through his hair, as the both caught their breath.

He stood abruptly, offering his hand out to her to help her up. She took it, and he lead her quietly into the bathroom. He smiled “I figure we could both use a shower”.