The Dancer

“What if I can’t give you what you want? What if I’m not interested?” The fuck did she say? I looked down at her blushing face and her eyes, still with that hint of fear and hope, and I understood.

I felt the little spark of anger fade away as I

watched her eyes, only her eyes. A multitude of thoughts went through my head in those few seconds, but I kept coming back to the same thing. This is Mine!

I knew it from the first moment I laid eyes on her and there was no more use denying that shit. I might wait to fuck her, maybe. But all this other shit needed to be cleared the fuck up.

I pressed her into me so that there was no doubt she could feel my rod. The pulse in her neck went wild and her eyes, those eyes that drew me in, got cloudy with arousal.

“Oh you’re interested alright.” You’re just afraid. But now that I know I can give you time. I kept the last bit to myself because I wasn’t in the mood for an argument.

“Even if I was, this is all very sudden. I’m not sure…”

“Like I said, I’m willing to give you time, but don’t make me wait too long. I’m not known for my patience.” She opened her mouth to argue and I could think of only one way to shut her the hell up.

I tugged until she fell into me and there was no

space between us. Her mouth fell open in surprise and I lowered my head and took her lips. She was strung tight as a bow so I had to go slow, teasing her with my tongue as I caressed her back with my fingers gently.

It wasn’t long before her body relaxed as my lips played over hers. And when I eased my tongue deeper inside her mouth she opened up and let me in without a fight. I felt like I’d won something.

I wrapped both arms around her tighter, crushing her to me, and deepened the kiss. Her body relaxed into mine as she gave in to me. So soft, so fucking sweet.

I took her head in one hand and rested the other on her firm tight little ass, keeping her pressed against the swelling of my cock. Before long she was up on her toes rubbing herself against me.

I felt pre-cum pool at the tip of my cock as my boy got ready to go deep. It was the hardest fucking thing to do to just stand there and let her use me without diving in and taking.

I fought like hell to keep myself in check and not give her body what it was asking for, because I knew she wasn’t ready. The wrong move here could cost me big. So I let her grind her pussy into my cock and tried not to take her down and mount her on the kitchen floor.

But it would be so easy, just zip her out of her jeans, release my cock and sink into her. I could see it in my mind, could almost feel how good it would be… No Max you fuck, you can’t have her, not yet.

I pulled my mind back with effort and concentrated on the other shit I was feeling. I didn’t shy away from the building need inside of me for her this time, I didn’t have to because now she knows what I want from her; we both do.

More to the point, those needs no longer scare the fuck outta me. It was okay to want her like this, to let myself feel. My cock no longer had to be restrained, thank fuck.

As much as I warned myself to go slow, that tenderness, the need to care for her, was being overpowered by something much fiercer and more blatantly raw. The need to mate.

What kept me from falling was knowing that I didn’t just want to put her beneath me and slate my lust. This one I wanted to possess completely, body and soul.

Now that my mind was no longer plagued with doubts and confusion, now that I’d made up my mind that she wasn’t going anywhere, ever, I gave my hunger free rein, devouring her lips as I rubbed my cock harder into her heat. Letting her feel what was waiting for her.

The hot little noises she made went straight to my dick, but her soft slenderness and the innocence of her kiss reminded me of just what I held in my arms, just how precious this one being had become to me.

I wanted to dive into her, to take and take until I had my fill and then take some more. I wanted to bury myself deep inside her until the hunger she’d awakened in me subsided.