Secret Moves(30)
His hands went to her waist, her hips, her thighs.
"You know, touching is not allowed during lap dancing," she said teasingly.
In response, he ran his hands up her torso and kneaded her breasts through the thin fabric of her bra. Then he flicked her nipples with his thumb.
"Ahh…but I think I'd make an exception in your case," she said breathlessly.
"Good decision," he said huskily, wanting to take one of her peaks in his mouth. He refrained. He wanted to take this slow, and they had all night.
Kris bit her bottom lip as she continued to undress him, her nails lightly running against his skin as she moved sexily to the beat.
His breathing quickened even more. Hell, he would love a lap dance, but he was overcome with the need to give Kris pleasure. A lot of it.
Abruptly, he stood up and placed her on the chair instead.
Kris' eyes widened in surprise. "Hey, I was in the middle of my performance," she complained.
"Later, baby. Right now, I want to perform for you," he said as he quickly got out of his clothes.
"You're going to dance naked for me?" she teased.
"I'm going to give you an X-rated show," he breathed as he undressed her fully. Then he parted her legs and knelt in between. "Just sit still and watch."
He started to kiss her neck.
"I can't watch you since you're too close," she said.
"Yes, you can. You can look down on what my fingers are doing," he said huskily as his thumb traced a hardened nipple.
Kris gasped, her fingers raking through his hair. Slowly, his lips made their way to her shoulder, kissing and nipping gently. When he got further down, he glanced up at her. She was breathing through her mouth and her eyes were hooded.
So beautiful.
"Watch what I do to your tits," he breathed as he flicked his tongue on one pebbled peak as his fingers tweaked the other.
"Trey," Kris cried out softly.
He lavished attention on her gorgeous breasts, alternating his mouth and fingers so both got equal treatment. Kris' panting was getting louder, and so was his. She turned him on so badly.
He left her boobs and went lower, leaving butterfly kisses on her belly and down her thigh. Her scent was intoxicating and he couldn't wait to taste her.
He moved her ass closer to the edge of the chair and opened her legs wider. He kissed the inside of her thighs, moving closer to the apex. When he got there, he let out a shaky breath at her dampness. Unable to wait any further, he licked her wet core with a hungry tongue.
Kris moaned loudly, her fingers grasping at his hair. When he ran his tongue on her clit, her hips bucked, seeking more friction with his mouth. He gave her what she wanted and was rewarded by impassioned pleasure sounds that he loved hearing. Eager to please her further, he inserted two fingers in her as his tongue continued its tireless ministrations on her sensitised nub.
"Oh, Trey…Trey…" Kris panted.
He closed his mouth on her clit and sucked lightly. Kris cried out his name louder and shuddered hard, his fingers inside of her feeling the evidence of her climax. He didn't stop until he felt her relax.
He grinned at her and she smiled back—a contented, tender, warm smile that did odd things to his heart. He'd pleasure her over and over if she would keep on looking at him like that.
He straightened and kissed her lips.
"I loved that show," she murmured against his mouth.
"Did you now? Good, 'cause there's more to come."
"Hmm," she replied, her hand moving down his body and closing around his erection.
He groaned and kissed her harder as she tugged and pumped with one hand and caressed his balls with the other. When she sucked his lower lip while swiping his pre-come around the head of his cock, he knew he wouldn't last long.
"Oh, God," he muttered under his breath. Unable to wait any longer, he hastily put on a condom. In the next breath, he was inside her.
"Ahh, baby, you feel so fucking good," he gasped as he moved in and out of her.
He looked at Kris' face and saw her eyes trained on what was happening in their groin area. She was watching.
"Oh, Kris," he croaked, the sight of her enjoying their coupling sending a surge of pleasure through him. He shifted so she—so they—could both have a good view.
He thrust inside her over and over, loving her feel, loving her expression, loving her response, until he knew he wouldn't be able to hold back for much longer. He brought his thumb to her clit and rubbed as he drove faster and harder into her. In a few seconds, Kris' orgasm washed over him, making him cry out loud in sheer ecstasy as he erupted inside her.
He collapsed on her, his head buried in her neck as he caught his breath.
Even in their awkward position, he revelled in the afterglow.