Mr. President 2(61)

When he has pulled the zipper all the way down to my lower back, he finally takes his hands off of me, and I push the drooping fabric of my dress down to my waist. I keep on softly swaying my hips to the sensuous tune, my back turned to him. I know how eager he must be to see me in my bra, the curve of my breasts peering over the cups… So I just make him wait; I’m the one in control here, after all.

My eyes are closed, but I feel the whole room fading away around me. As far as I’m concerned, only Ethan and I are here right now. The other women, the casting director, the interns… As far as I’m concerned, they don’t even exist in the same universe as Ethan and I.#p#分页标题#e#

I throw my head back, my hair cascading down my shoulders as I move, and then I slide my hands up the side of my body. Hooking my fingers on the clasp of my bra, I pull it free and let the straps fall down my arms. As the cups start to droop, I throw the whole thing to the floor and place both my hands over my breasts, squeezing gently with my fingers. Everyone can see what I’m doing, except for Ethan, and that’s exactly how I want it. He’s the one I want to tease and torture, and I’m putting up this show for him only.

When I turn to face him, I keep my hands covering my breasts, hiding my hard nipples from him. One by one, I peel my fingers off, and I can’t help but grin as my eyes find something bulging between his legs. It seems that my curiosity was well founded; what he’s hiding underneath his pants seems to be at least as impressive as what he had under his shirt… If this wasn’t work, I’d want nothing more than go down on my knees, unbutton his pants and… God, my mind is wandering off again. Fuck, I have a job to do here.

“You want me, don’t you?” I purr, allowing my fingers to go down my stomach; when my fingertips meet my waistline, I move my hands to my hips and then hook my fingers on the fabric of the dress. Moving my hips, I pull it down and let it fall at my feet in a heap. “Cat got your tongue?” I ask him, taking one step toward him. His eyes are wide, and his lips slightly parted, almost as if he couldn’t hide how much he wants to fit them around my nipples. Well, I might just let him do it.

“You sure are a confident one,” he tells me, slowly pronouncing each word. I guess it must be hard for him to think straight when I’m half naked in front of him.

“You have no idea.” Wearing only my black lace thong and high heels, I saunter over to him and turn on my heels once more. Facing away from him, I bend over and wrap my fingers around my ankles. He has a good view of my ass, and that’s enough for him to drop down all resistance; unable to restrain himself, he places both his hands on my ass cheeks, squeezing them eagerly.

He’s falling for it; a few more minutes and he won’t remember any of the other girls. But that doesn’t leave me satisfied… More than beating the field, I want to leave a lasting mark on him. One that he won’t forget anytime soon.

Moving as slowly as I can, I straighten my back and go up to my feet; then, without even bothering to look over my shoulder, I ease myself down. As I sit on his lap, I place both my hands on his knees and start to sway my hips from side to side. Oh, God—I have to close my eyes and exhale sharply as I feel his hard cock pressing against me. Even though there’s still a barrier of fabric between him and I, I can already feel something very thick and very long pulsing for me… I have to be honest; I don’t know what would happen if we were alone right now. I don’t think I’d be able to control myself. No way; as professional as I am, a woman can only endure so much.

As I grind against his hard cock, he places his hands on my hips and pulls me in. I can’t help but gasp as I feel his thickness nestled between my ass cheeks; my heart is beating furiously, and I don’t even know if I’m the one seducing him right now, of if he’s the one ensaring me. As I expected, I’m doing way better than the others, but I can’t risk showing him my hand. I have to keep him interested.

I know that I need to pull myself together, but that’s almost impossible when I’m sitting on his lap, his hard cock pulsing against me… It doesn’t matter, I’m here to win, whether I’m focused or not. Relinquishing control, I surrender to the whirlwind of desire raging inside of me.

“Don’t be shy,” I whisper, and then grab his hands and bring them up to my tits. Gently, he rests his fingers over my mounds and squeezes them. I have to fight back against the urge to moan as I lay my hands on top of his and force him to squeeze harder. All the while, I keep grinding against him, the rhythm of my movements growing and growing into a fury.#p#分页标题#e#