Dancing Into Love

“What the fuck are you wearing,” I growl dropping my bag near hers and stalking over to her.

“Excuse me?” she asks, glaring at me.

“The cameras will be here in two hours. You are completely inappropriately dressed to be on tv.”

“Oh. I thought I looked cute,” she says sadly looking down at the floor. Well, shit. I grip her chin and lift her face to mine.

“You look beautiful, Calliope.” Her eyes soften. “But that does not negate the fact that I don’t want anyone else seeing you like this.”

“What if I want others to see me like this?” she asks, her sass coming back.

“Are you looking to piss me off? Because it’s fuckin’ working,” I say still holding her chin. After several electrically charged minutes of us staring at each other she speaks again.

“Are you going to kiss me, asshole?”

Without another thought, I drop my hand from her face to her left hip and lower my head taking her lips. Son of a fucking bitch, the first taste of her is so much better than I thought it would be. She moans and I can’t hold back any longer. I won’t. My hands fist in her hair while hers grips the back of my t-shirt. I back her up to the mirror that lines the wall by the door. I lean over to lock it as well as pull the shade on the window. Thank fuck it’s the only window in the room. Calliope says nothing as I do this, she waits patiently for me. I have never seen her so calm. She looks almost serene and so ethereally beautiful. My cock has been hard since I walked into the room and was greeted with the sight of her seeming bare ass. I drag my hands over her ass, under the shirt and find a tiny thong nestled in the perfect globes of her thick ass. Years of dancing have made her body toned. My fucking mouth waters for her.

“Aidan, please. Keep kissing me. Please. Please,” she begs me. I don’t need to be told twice, so I kiss her again.

And again.

And again.

She melts into me and I know she’s mine. Not that I’d have taken no as answer to her being mine.

“I have no intention of stopping, princess. You’re mine. Tell me you’re mine,” I say kissing down her neck. I bite her, knowing I’m leaving a mark on her tanned skin. It brings out the caveman in me that every other motherfucker in the world will see that she is taken. See that she is well-loved.

“I’m, I’m yours,” she moans, arching her neck more for me.

“That’s fucking right, princess. You are all fucking mine. The things I want to do your body would frighten you.” I pull back and lift her sorry excuse for a shirt over her head, tossing it to the side.

“Show me,” she says, grinning like a fiend while she pulls my shirt over my head. Who is this girl right now? Boldly, she reaches into my sweats, palming my cock while I unzip her sexy, hot pink sports bra. When have sports bras ever been sexy in the history of them? I decide that it’s all her.

When her gorgeous peach colored nipples are bared to me, I can’t help taking one then the other in my mouth. Teasing them until they are even harder, she moans some more. Fuck, if she keeps that shit up this will be over before it starts. She is going to unman me with her tentative touches and little fucking moans. I gently remove her hand from my cock and kneel down in front of her. Kissing down her belly, I make my way to the tie on the side of her flimsy skirt, opening it. Her hot pink thong is just in my way and I hate them, so I grip it, pulling it tight between her pretty pussy lips, teasing her. I can’t help ripping the damn thing from her body after that. Her gasp has me looking up her while she looks down at me.

“You like that?” I ask. All she can do is nod, causing me to grin. Turning my attention back to her pussy, I find it glistening with her wetness. It’s dripping down her thighs. I lift her right leg and throw it over my shoulder. Licking her thigh first, I get my first taste of her delicious sweetness, but I need more. She pushes her little snatch into me, and I bury my face in it. Drinking her down, straight from the source, I eat her from her clit to her ass and back again until she comes on my face. She all but pushes me away from her when I continue licking her even after her orgasm. Standing, I take her lips, knowing she can taste herself on them. She moans and deepens the kiss. My girl is filthy, and I love it. If I am honest with myself, I love her too, but I don’t want to send her running for the fucking hills.