Climb (Club Kitten Dancers 3)

“Much better. You like that?”

“You have great tits.”

“I’ve been told that before.”

“Well, I’m telling you again.”

His comment makes me even more wet, and I fear his jeans are going to be completely destroyed. I’ll have to wash them for him. We’ll probably need stain remover. That’s all right. We’ll make it work.

I kiss Elliott’s neck and bite him a little bit. The song switches and I keep going. I’m grinding on him, running my hands all over his body. I love every sensation that’s coursing through my veins, but I have a feeling it’s almost “go” time.

It’s almost time to move on.

It’s almost time for the next phase.

I climb off his lap. He looks confused for a second, but I motion for him to stand, and then I begin to undress him. Neither one of us speaks as I do. I’ve never done this before. I’ve been with plenty of people, and I know Elliott has, too, but I’ve never undressed someone.

Isn’t that strange?

Out of all the people I’ve fucked, I’ve never taken the time to take off their clothes myself. That’s their job. At least, that’s how I’ve always viewed it. They can undress themselves. They don’t need me to do it. I’m their lover: not their parent.

Only, today things feel different.

Today, I don’t feel like I’m parenting Elliott, I feel like I’m worshipping him.

I feel like I’m taking care of him.

I feel like I’m making the most of him.

I manage to get his shirt off. I don’t know why I thought I couldn’t do it. I feel so confident in some ways, but insecure in others. He makes me feel sweet and wild at the same time. The shirt ends up on the floor and I run my hands over his abs.

“You got fit,” I comment.

“You, too.”

“I remember when you were a chubby little teenager.”

“I remember the same thing,” he says, raising an eyebrow. “But I think we both grew up, don’t you?”

“That’s simplifying things a bit.”

“What would you say?”

“I’d say we went through hell and back together, Elliott. I would say we went to the fucking moon and saw the stars. I would say we broke, we cracked, and we put each other back together.”

“It sounds sweet when you put it like that.”

“I want to see your cock now.”

“That just sounds dirty.”

“I think you like me dirty.”

“I like you any way, every way.”

I unbutton his jeans and slide his fly down. Then he wiggles out of the pants and they fall to the floor. His boxers are still on.