Thanks for the Dance

Sitting side by side on my bed
Flipping through the channels
Why is nothing on tonight?
It’s aggravating

Giving up, she turns off the TV and cuddles in closer
Resting her head on my chest
I suddenly think of how to pass the time
But no, I can’t suggest it.

We simply sit there for a while, my hand stroking her soft brown hair
Hers running lines up and down my chest
We’re quiet; relaxed; enjoying the company
She looks up and I am startled by her beautiful blue eyes

You’d think I’d be used to their piercing glow by now.

There is a glint in her eye; I try to figure it out
Ah, playful; yes that’s it.
I wonder what she’s thinking…
“I have an idea” she says, giving me a wink

Uh oh, I think; these plans usually aren’t so great
We end up watching wedding shows or baking cakes
She stands up; says,
“Watch me…I’m going to dance for you”

Ok, I can go for this; my mind starts running amok
I sit myself against some pillows; my eyes are stuck to her dancing body
Her hips circle around, she stands on her toes; she spins slowly, sensually
I can definitely go for this.

I stare in her eyes as her body moves; she’s still playful
My own eyes follow the rhythm of her shoulders; her breasts, her waist, her legs
Lights start to dim as darkness falls outside
I feel like I’m glowing from the heat rising within me

She walks alongside the bed, slowly; her fingers touch my leg
They travel up higher, higher
Such a simple touch gets me hard as a rock.
Places her hand on my chest, whispers in my ear
“Would you like more?”

My “yes” is barely audible; I find it hard to breathe
She pulls away and returns to her stage
I watch this goddess as she spins again, pulling her shirt up to expose her stomach
How did I luck out with a girl like this?

Her stomach is flat and toned, and that peek just makes me want more
She pulls up and over, shows her breasts encased in her red lace bra
Red.  Sexual colour.
She’s gonna make me cum in my pants.

The rounded tops of her B-cup breasts look so soft
I want to touch; can’t take my eyes off them
My hands reach out to her, yet she shakes her finger
Damn, even that is sexy.

She runs her hands down her body, where I want mine to be
So jealous
Why won’t she let me touch her?
My heart is racing; my cock is pulsing through my pants.

Her thumbs hook around the top of her jeans; she inches them down
I will the button that holds them closed to pop
I’m desperate; I want to see that treasure.
“Please” I whisper; I can’t control my words anymore

Her fingers crawl over to that buttoned barrier
Can she undo it any slower?
Come on, come on, I’m throbbing here
I swear I’ll explode in a second

The pants are open, a peek of red; she slides them down her hips
Bends over to get them past her knees
Her breasts nearly fall out of her bra
I sit up even straighter; I haven’t blinked in minutes

Stands up tall; strikes a pose; I take in the view
My lungs are starting to fail
Body of a goddess; barely clothed in that lacey red
Her matching thong makes me wild

I’m up on my knees, crawling towards the end of the bed
I climb off and stand in front of her
“No” she says firmly, but that glint is still in her eye
“Sit here” as she points to a comfy armchair

I listen, thinking maybe if I’m good I’ll get a reward
She takes my spot on the bed
Crawls away from me; I see that thong separating her cheeks
I want to lean closer and bite them

The tension inside me is too much to bear,
I unbutton my own jeans; reach into my boxers, pull out her friend
He’s glad to be out where he’s not restricted
He’s swollen in anticipation

She lies on the bed, on her side; notices my friend
Strokes her stomach up and down
A sexy smile; she knows what she does to me
I want to touch so badly; every time I move she ties me to the chair with stares

I touch myself instead; my eyes roll back as the pleasure increases from my grasp
I force them to focus again on the goddess, lying on silk sheets, stroking herself
Her hand travels lower, in between her legs; my breath catches in my throat
She strokes up and down with two fingers; I can tell her thong is getting wet

I throb, I pulse; desire flows through me
“Show me baby…show me”; all I had to do was ask
She’s naked within moments; I never thought she could get more gorgeous
Lying on her back on the bed, she faces me; her legs remain closed

That has to change

She licks her fingers, pinches her nipples; bites her lip
That always gets me going – and now I’m going strong
Pre-cum is flowing out of me; I’m afraid I’ll burst at any moment
She’s aggressive, forceful; showing me what she likes

Her spit-covered fingers run down her body, leaving goosebumps in their path
Lower until they reach her mound, protected by a light dusting of hair
“Open, please” I desperately whisper
Ask and you shall receive

Her legs, bent at the knees, separate; the doors to a treasured castle
That pink slowly comes into view
I have to breathe deeply to calm myself
Think of baseball; anything but that wet, pink pussy staring at me…

Her fingers travel down; she finds her rosebud
Eyes roll back; she bites her lip harder
I can’t move now; I can’t blink
Game face is on; just focus on her

Sliding down, her middle finger finds the tunnel
Quickly in, just once, getting wet; slides back between those precious lips
Spreading her wetness all over
Her rosebud is throbbing; she flinches each time her fingers caress it

Her nipples are perky and red; she continues pinching them; kneading them with one hand
Her other hand works magic; brings abundant wetness from within her
Sliding up and down, slowly; I want to kiss those lips
That finger occasionally travels into the tunnel; each time going deeper

I can’t take it anymore; my cock throbs uncontrollably
“Babe, I’m gonna cum”
“Hold it” she says, “wait for me”
Baseball.

Her fingers move faster, creating circles over her rosebud
Beads of sweat form on her forehead
Her eyes are closed; her lip practically bleeding from biting
Legs opening wider and wider

Her hand comes off her breast; she uses two of those fingers wisely
Pumps in and out; pounds
I can’t believe how fierce she is
My mouth is watering; I want to taste her

I release myself from the stares that bind me
Approach the bed
She’s writhing, shaking, gasping for air
She’s at the peak of her pleasure

I stroke myself harder; jerking now
The tension is building up
I can’t breathe either
My heart feels like it’ll explode

My body ignites; another part of me explodes
I can tell her body is doing the same
Her fingers going wild; back arched off the bed
She screams in absolute ecstasy

Juice shoots out of my body; it lands upon her
All over her stomach; chest; her pink flesh
Mixing with her own; it seeps out of her; drips onto the sheets
So much wetness; more than I’d ever seen before

I collapse on the bed beside her; the only sound is our gasps of breath
I muster up the energy to roll my head towards her
And whisper four words in her ear as I place a kiss on her cheek
“Thanks for the dance”