Beauty from Surrender (Beauty 2)

He spins to face me and puts his palms on his chest. He glides them down as he rotates his hips in a circular motion to the music. When his hands get to the crotch of his pants, he holds them out to use as a wall to bump and grind against.

"Ooh, I like that."

He laughs as he says, "You'll like it a lot better when I'm between your legs doing it."

His promise sends a rush of heated desire straight to the area he's talking about. "Bite your lip for me while you do it." He smirks but does as I tell him. "Mmm, that's hot, but I think it's time for you to come out of those pants. You're overdressed for a stripper."

"Yes, ma'am," he says. He reaches for the fly. "Anything for you."

He kicks off his shoes and then slides his jeans down without his boxer briefs. I think it's the first time I ever remember one going down without the other, but this is all about the tease and prolonging it to make me crazy with desire. So far, it's highly successful.

When he's down to only his boxer briefs, I see the proof of how turned on he is. When he sees me notice, he smirks and slowly slides his underwear down over his hard-on before he kicks them over next to his pants. He puts his hands on the back of his head and thrusts his hips to the music as the bites his lip again. "I'm the only one not overdressed here."

"I think you're right," I agree as I rise to my knees and pull my dress over my head. I'm kneeling on the bed wearing only my pink lace bra and matching panties. "Better?"

"You're gettin' there."

I reach behind my back and unfasten my bra. I let the straps slide down my arms as I hold the cups in place, and his eyes smolder as he waits for the rest to drop. He watches my every motion as I finally free my br**sts from their entrapment.

"Have I ever told you how beautiful your br**sts are?"

I shake my head as I crawl to the edge of the bed. "No."

He takes them in his palms once I'm within reach and rubs his thumbs over my ni**les. "They're perfect in every way. Everything about you is."

He pulls me closer and kisses my neck in the bend where it meets my shoulder. "I'm not perfect."

He moves his mouth lower and is about to take my nipple into his mouth when he looks up to meet my eyes. "You are to me."

I glide my fingers through his thick hair as I feel his tongue running circles around my nipple. His hand caresses my other breast while his thumb mimics the motion of his tongue. I drop my head back and a moan escapes as I arch closer to his mouth.

His palm leaves my breast and I feel each of his hands on my hips pushing the waistband of my panties down. I lift one knee at a time and he slides the pink lace down my calves and over my feet. After he flings them to the floor, I wrap my arms over his shoulders and he lifts me off the bed. I wrap my legs around him but he quickly lowers me onto my back while he remains standing next to the bed. He lifts my feet to hook my knees over his shoulders, grasps my hips, and tugs them until his face is between my legs. I know what he's about to do, but he's never done it like this. And I'm excited about seeing how this goes.

His hand is splayed open across my stomach and it wanders a path up between my br**sts. I feel the rhythm of his warm breath between my legs. It ignites waves of tingles and I can't stop my innate reaction to squirm in anticipation. "Someone knows what's coming to her and I think she's getting a little anxious."

Anxious is an understatement. Desperate would be a more suitable term for what I'm feeling. "I'm going to scream if you don't put your mouth on me."

"You say you'll scream if I don't. I say you'll scream if I do," he teases. His eyes never leave mine as his tongue makes one slow sweep up my center. He licks his lips and says, "Always so sweet. I love to taste the sugar below your waist."

Oh, my. He's in the dirty talk mode. That means he's gonna make me orgasm even faster.

"You need something to sweeten that filthy mouth of yours."

"You love my vulgar mouth—especially when it does this." He presses it against me and I feel the suction of his mouth right where I need it most. He alternates licking and sucking, leaving me with an intense, divine pleasure. Each time he brings me incredibly close to the edge, he somehow senses I'm on the verge and reels me back. It's like being in the middle of a euphoric tug-of-war, and it's one of the most splendid things I've ever experienced. And frustrating because he isn't letting me come.

"Aah…aah…you're doing that on purpose."

"What am I doing on purpose?" He says it likes he's so innocent and has no idea what I mean.

"You know what you're doing. You're keeping me from coming."

He cuts his eyes up at me. "So, you're ready to get off?"

"Yes," I say so low, it comes out like a whisper. I am desperate.

"Then say it—from one filthy mouth to another—tell me what you want me to do to make you come and I'll do it."

He's holding my orgasm hostage so he can get what he wants. "You love to hear dirty things come out of my mouth. It turns you on, doesn't it?"

"Yeah. I f**king love it. I especially go crazy when I hear you tell me what you want me to do to you."

Okay. He was being honest with me, so I should do it. It's something he likes and I want him to be pleased. By telling him what I want, I'm pleased too, so I slide my hand down between my legs and touch myself. "I want you to suck me right here until the only thing I can do is scream because I'm coming so hard."

"That was so hot, baby. I'm about to blow your f**king mind."

I reach for the top of his hair and pull his face down. "Then f**k me with your mouth and don't stop again until you make me scream."

I can't believe I said that. Until I feel his mouth obeying my orders and I know I did. "Oh…oh…oh, that feels so damn good but use your fingers. I want to feel it inside and out." One—and then two—of his fingers begin to slide in and out of me. He's sucking hard enough to leave a hickey on the top of my girlie parts and I'm so close to orgasming, I think my eyes have rolled back in my head. I clench a handful of his hair and yank a little. "Oh…ah…fuuuuck!" I scream as he puts the Dyson vacuum suction on my quim.

My entire body tenses as I feel those quivers inside me. Oh, how I have missed those Jack Henry-issued quivers. Nothing compares to them. Believe me—me, myself, and I have tried.

I relax my tense muscles as Jack Henry lowers my legs from his shoulders. "Damn, baby. Everybody on this floor, including the one above and below, heard you come undone."