Dancing Queen

Chapter 12

Benny stared into her eyes as she undressed, helping her to get rid of the last of her clothes. Her gaze was a mix of excitement, anticipation and fear. He was afraid that she might change her mind at any moment, that all her fears might suddenly sweep over her and put an end to that moment.

He was tempted several times to ask her if she was all right, if she was... convinced... sure. His mind was now clouded by what they had just shared, of the pleasure he had been able to give her, of her face marked by reaching her maximum pleasure, of his view of her in the most intimate way that he could never have imagined.

Then she grabbed his hand and pulled him to her, making sure she could cradle him between her legs, making him feel her warmth and he couldn't help but kiss her, taste her again.

After a couple of moments like that, with an agile movement of her hips, she wheeled on him and made him lie down on her bed, straddling him, wrapping her legs around him.

He gasped and slid his hands up her legs and then up her hips, stroking her back.

She began to caress his neck, shoulders, biceps, chest for which she was starting to develop a real obsession.

In that submissive position, he could actually revel in the vision of her muscular and lithe body, with her six pack abs, strong thighs, long and soft arms, evident signs of her job and passion.

Almost without realizing it, he got into a sitting position, sliding backwards with her, leaning against the headboard of the bed and he began to kiss her chest covered with a light blanket of freckles that he had never noticed before.

How could he, after all? She used to be covered up in the studio, so that was completely new to him too.

He skipped a beat as she slowly began to sway over him, languidly, making him shiver.

She giggled "Are you still sure of your means?" she murmured into his ear before nibbling at his earlobe.

He, despite his predicament, couldn't help but let out a laugh "You're restless, woman" and kissed her in the middle of her chest, enjoying the taste of her skin right there.

She was soft, malleable, almost intoxicating, but also strong and fiery. He wished he had a camera handy so he could photograph her like a work of art, imprinting a similar marvel on paper.

She moaned as he felt her hands map up her back again, going up to her buttocks again and again.

She lowered her head and intercepted his lips, too long it had been since she'd tasted them and she moaned into his mouth. He held her against him, losing himself completely in that kiss, feeling his stomach gripping with anxiety as he had the terrible instinct to talk to her, to tell her something that maybe it was way too soon to say.

Benny slid a hand up to the nape of her neck and turned them around again, making her lay down. Their chests fused together, their legs intertwined. He looked down at her and was shocked that he felt so turned on even though he hadn't done anything for himself still.

Benny kissed her neck and descended to her breasts, left alone for too long.

She let out a small shout as he involuntarily bit down on her left breast. It was all her fault, because a naughty hand of hers had slipped between them, brushing against his sex.

He quickly grabbed her wrist, then brought it over her head to press it down. He looked into her eyes as she began to chew on her lip, he wasn't sure whether to be languid or out of anger or fun. Her other hand wandered down his back, tracing every single vertebrae of his.

Slowly, he let go of her wrist and continued his descent first from her neck to her chest, then moving to her abdomen as well, spending an infinite amount of time on her navel, and then descending lower again. His hands, however, migrated farther north on her, latching onto her breasts, watching her throw her head against the pillow.