His gaze met hers, and his face reddened. “God, honey, I can see your breasts through that silver veil. They’re as gorgeous as I knew they’d be. Your nipples are red. Fuck, they’re red.”
Tin
gles raced over Eve’s skin. Her body shook. How could she dance like this?
Oh, she could. She would. For Jon.
A slow acoustic melody drifted around her. Jon had chosen perfect music for a veil dance. She stepped onto a chair and then onto the table. The diaphanous fabric titillated her bare nipples. They hardened even further into stony nubs. She twirled around and lifted her arms above her head, forming the veils into three spirals that circled her nude body. Ripples, in time with the soft drum beat under the melody, threaded through her pussy. She stopped the turn, regained her balance by focusing on an audience member.
Jon. His eyes smoldered. Her body blazed. Her cunt throbbed. She made love to Jon with this dance. It was for him. Only for him tonight. In one smooth movement, she swirled the veils behind her and held them with arms outstretched, a curtain behind her nude body. Slowly she circled her hips, and then her chest, the veils a gauzy backdrop for her performance. Oh, she’d danced with veils thousands of times. But never naked and never for Jon alone.
The veil dance was one of the most sensual dances a belly dancer performed, second perhaps only to floor work, which Eve didn’t do. The veils became part of the dancer, an extension, and they did so for Eve now.
She leaned forward, swept them over Jon’s head, engaged him, and wrapped them around her body once more. Once covered in the sheer material, she shimmied her shoulders. Jon’s favorite move, because it highlighted her ample breasts. Now unclothed, they jiggled, and her nipples poked through the veil.
Jon’s groan resounded above the music. “Come here, honey. Come to me.”
She swirled the veils over her head and released them. They drifted to the floor in a cascade of translucent color as she sat down on the edge of the table and faced Jon.
He pulled her onto his lap. The bulge in his jeans poked at her wet folds. “Do you know I could see your pussy, Eve? It was glistening.” He let out a breath. “Gorgeous, pink, and glistening, damn it.” He cupped her breasts and thumbed her hard nipples. “You’re so beautiful. These are amazing.” He pulled one forward and took the nipple into his mouth. “God,” he said against a mouthful of flesh, “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”
Searing heat jolted through her. Those beautiful lips were lethal. She’d always known their power. He suckled her gently at first, little licks and kisses. His mouth on her was a luscious sight, and her pussy pulsed against his arousal. She ground into him and his denim-clad erection grazed her clit. When his teeth scraped her hard nipple, she thrust down onto him harder. She needed him. Needed his hard cock deep inside her.
“Jon.” Her voice was a series of rapid pants. “I need you. Please.”
He growled against her nipple, and the vibration buzzed through her. He stood, still holding her, and she clamped her legs around his waist. He kissed her hard and deep as he walked to his bedroom. Once there, he laid her gently on his rumpled bed.
“Tell me what you want, honey.” He pulled his green polo shirt over his tousled waves, baring his sculpted chest. Dark hair scattered over golden muscle and sinew. Mountainous, magnificent.
“I want you, silly.”
“I’ll give it to you any way you want it.”
“I want to know what you want, Jonny. This is your night, remember? Let me please you.”
“I want you, Eve. In every way possible. I want to suck that pretty pink pussy of yours. I want your gorgeous lips wrapped around my cock.” He fingered the snap of his jeans and popped it open.
As he readied to tackle his zipper, a cell phone jingled from the living room.
“Crap,” Eve said.
“It’s mine. I forgot to turn it off. Stay right there.” Jon re-snapped his jeans and left the room.
Eve lounged on the bed, buried her face in Jon’s pillow, and inhaled. Vanilla male musk. Jon. Her pussy pulsed between her thighs. Here she was in the same boat as last night. So ripe she’d fall from the vine.
She reached between her legs and found her swollen nub. She dipped into her juices and swirled them over her clit, stimulating herself. Her skin heated and tingled, and she imagined Jon licking her, fucking her with his tongue. She was near climax when he returned.
“Sorry about that,” he said.
Eve had no time to worry about who might have been calling Jon at this hour. Right now, she was so turned on she thought she might burst. She wanted his tongue, his beautiful full lips.
“Lick me, Jonny. Lick my pussy. I’m so close.”
“God, Eve.” His jeans still on, he lowered his head between her legs. He traced his tongue over the sensitive skin of one thigh then the other.
She sighed, and her skin tingled from the moist attack. When his tongue slid between her swollen cunt lips, she arched her hips. “Just like that. Yeah, baby. Suck me.”
“Damn, you taste good, honey.” His lips—those gorgeous lips—clamped onto her clit, but only for a second.