Secret Moves(22)

"I need some music," she said, flicking her hair flirtatiously and walking to his entertainment centre. "Can I play us a song?"

"Sure," Trey replied.

She chose a slow, sexy tune and turned up the sound system. She swivelled to face him, and her breath caught in her throat. He was watching her, his eyes dark and heated.

She took a deep breath and started moving seductively to the music, all the while twirling closer to where he was sitting. When she was in front of him, she slowly unbuttoned her top, her hips swaying provocatively.

Trey's smoking eyes were glued to her, his mouth slightly agape as his chest heaved visibly.

She flung her shirt to the sofa and let her hands roam on her thighs, belly, up the valley of her breasts, over her neck and her hair, all the while writhing sensuously to the beat.

She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor.

Trey shifted in his seat, the tip of his tongue poking out his mouth. She looked down at the pronounced bulge in his pants and bit her lip to keep from moaning. God, he looked just as aroused as she was.

She stepped closer and proceeded to give him what she hoped was the best lap dance he'd ever had.

"Ahhh, Kris," he hissed as she deliberately brushed his hardness with her bottom as she gyrated.

After a couple of minutes of the most seductive dance she'd ever done for anyone, Trey's arms went around her tightly, keeping her trapped and seated on his lap. He nipped her shoulder hungrily as one of his burning hands roamed her belly and the other stroked her bare thigh.

"You're so hot," he whispered as he unclasped her bra and dropped it to the floor. He flicked a nipple and his other hand strayed close to her soaked centre—caressing, teasing, driving her crazy with anticipation.

"Trey," she gasped, her arm snaking around his neck as he kissed her face. She ground her ass against him, making him groan. In retaliation, his fingers snuck under her panties.

"Oh, fuck. You're so wet," he breathed before capturing her mouth and kissing her senselessly.

She gasped as he stroked her swollen nub while his other hand played with her nipple. "Ohhh!"

She surrendered herself to his ministrations, her head angled to one side as his hot mouth kissed and lightly sucked her neck. Her breath came out in loud pants and she writhed on his lap, making him groan as she hit his hardness. When he inserted a finger in her wetness, she couldn't help the mewling sound that came out of her.

Oh, she was so close. She was supposed to be the one doing the satisfying instead of the one being satisfied!

She tried to get out of his lap, but it only made it easier for Trey to push her down the sofa. He kissed her, his lips and tongue seeming to want to be everywhere at once.

When his mouth closed on a nipple, she let out another lusty moan.

She reached for his belt as his mouth hungrily sucked on her hardened peaks. He helped her with his zipper. Seconds later he was naked from the waist down.

The sight of his erection—hard, big, and jerking—made her moan out loud once again. It had been so long for her, and Trey made her burn like no other. She wanted him inside her. Now.

"Trey, I need you," she cried softly as he slid her panties down her legs.

"I know, baby. Same here," he whispered. He took off his shirt before reaching for his pants and pulling out a foil packet. She sat up and took it from him, wanting to do the honours.

Oh, he looked so hot and she couldn't help herself. She reached down and licked the tip of his erection, tasting his pre-come, before closing her mouth on the head.

"Oh, fuck. Kris!" Trey hissed through gritted teeth.

Hmm. She liked his reaction, so she took more of him in her mouth, licking, sucking, and tugging him with her hand.

"Oh, baby, enough. I want inside you now," he said in breathless gasps, pulling away from her.

She gave him a cute pout before unrolling the condom on his impressive length. When he was sheathed, she found herself flat on her back, with him poised above her.

Their eyes locked as she felt his cock on her waiting entrance. She slung a leg around his waist. With a groan, Trey flexed his hips.

He moved slowly, driving into her inch by inch, his face a picture of barely held restraint.

Her eager body adjusted to his size in no time, and greedily wanted more.

"Trey, please," she moaned, need evident in her voice as she grabbed his ass to urge him to go deeper, faster.

"Ahh…Kris," he said breathlessly, his thrusting increasing in speed.

Mindlessly, their bodies moved with the same rhythm, their lips constantly seeking each other's as they rocked together.

She was almost delirious with pleasure, his movements bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

"Oh, God, Trey," she keened, her body writhing underneath him. With a loud cry, she convulsed, her inner walls clamping his cock like a vise, over and over.