Dirty Obsessions - The Lion and The Mouse

“Which makes me crave you even more.” I kissed her and then pulled back. “But my life. . .”

“It scares me.”

“I never want to lose you.”

“We’ll figure out a way.”

The next song came on. When I first heard the tune long ago, I recognized it immediately as the Dying Swan. Although I loved when Ava danced to this, I had other plans.

I released her and stepped back. “Get on your toes.”

With a devilish grin, she obeyed.

“Does it hurt?”

“In the beginning. Long ago. Now it feels normal.”

I leaned forward. She raised her chin, probably believing my target was those lips. Instead, I captured the curve of her neck, sucked a little, and then nibbled.

Gasping, she lowered onto her feet and tried to hold me.

I stepped back. “Get back on your toes.”

She panted and rose on those points. “I don’t want to dance anymore.”

“But I do.” I grabbed her waist and gently turned her around. She put her hands onto the barre to probably maintain balance.

I pressed against her back, pushing my cock against her ass and wishing I’d taken it out of my pants. I kept my grip on her waist, helping her remain on those toes and giving her my body to rest against.

I watched her in the mirror. “Pull down the front of that leotard. I want to see your breasts.”

Lust filled her eyes. “And if I refuse?”

“You like to taunt me.”

“I do.” Still on her toes and balancing against me, she yanked the top down. Her small breasts popped out. Her stiff nipples bobbed.

“When you practice, you usually wear a bra. You wanted to tempt me this time?”

Her response was a wicked smile.

My voice went hoarse. “Lower onto your feet.”

She did. “No more dancing?”

“I want you to rest while I play.” I slipped my hands up from her waist and cupped both of her breasts.

She leaned against me. With both hands, I tenderly pinched the nipples. A soft moan escaped her parted lips. Wondering about her response, I slowly twisted the sensitive points. She stirred and licked her lips.

“I want more private dances.” I pinched her nipples again and rolled them between my fingers. “Will you give them to me?”

“Anytime.”

I moved my hands down past her waist and stopped at her exposed thighs. “You’ll find that I may request a dance every day.”

“And I’ll always oblige.”

I stepped back, took off my jacket, and slung it on the ground. Smart, she didn’t move away from the mirror or pull her leotard back up. Returning directly behind her, I lowered to the ground, balanced on my knees, and breathed in her ass. Her scent triggered an immediate erection.

She giggled. “Misha, what are you doing?”

Squeezing her ass, I brushed my lips against her hip and kissed her thigh. “Lift your leg like you did before when you were stretching.”

All humor left her face. Slowly, she obeyed.

I groaned at the view—Ava in a leotard with her legs open and above my face. I became delirious with all the possibilities. I kissed her inner thigh so close to her pussy, but not ready to taste the delicious warmth.

Her legs shivered.

I glanced at her in the mirror and saw I had all of her attention. Lust blazed in her eyes. Unable to control myself, I tugged the leotard material away from her pussy, exposing those warm folds to me.

“And after your private dances, I will lick you while you stretch.” Without warning, I sealed my lips onto those folds, giving her pussy a kiss I hoped it will never forget.

She gasped. “Misha.”

“I love it when you say my name.” I returned to kissing that pussy, sucking little spots along her swollen clit and lapping circles until she stirred. I moved away. Her arousal smeared along my lips. “Play with your nipples.”

She panted and touched her nipples.

“Yes. Just like that. So sexy and all mine.” I noted how she gave feathered strokes to the points. I would do that in the future and enjoy the reaction. I slipped my hands up her legs and spread her pussy apart, revealing the sweet pink silk of that inviting tunnel. “How I wish I could live here.”

She opened her mouth and paused from playing with her nipples.

“Did I say you could stop, Ava?”

She swallowed and returned to squeezing each tender point.

Spreading her folds more, I softly blew into the hole. Immoral thoughts played in my head. My hard cock grew harder. Painfully stiff. Almost agonizing as it weighed heavy in my pants. But I wouldn’t touch or pull it out. “How does it feel, Ava?”

“Warm. Good. Like. . .nothing I’ve ever felt before.”

I blew again and then slid two fingers inside. What more could I ask for in this lifetime? Her pussy was above me—wet and hungry. Looking so tasty. So delicious. The view had me spellbound. After all, men were visual creatures. And what could entice us more than the image of wet, inviting pussy close to our lips.