Page 140 of Lovers' Dance: Vol. 2

“Why?” I asked. “What are you going to do with that chair, Matt? If you even try to spank me, I’ll hurt you bad. I’ll go crazy black woman on your ass and you arenotready for that.”

Matt folded his arms and glanced at the chair, then at me in a pointed manner before his eyes returned to the waiting chair. The strong stance he held himself with screamed business. Grumbling under my breath I went over to the chair. Matt came up behind me and rested his hands on my hips.

“You let another man touch you,” he murmured into my hair as his fingers edged my panties down.

“Not my fault,” Was it ‘blame Madison’ time?

The panties came down and I stepped out of them. Matt tossed them aside. He turned my head into his, caressing my jaw with his fingers as he lowered his lips to mine. It started out soft, the kiss; then Matt’s tongue became more insistent as he explored the contours of my mouth.

“I can taste him on your lips,” Matt growled, storm clouds gathered in his eyes. He looked at the chair. “Put your foot on the chair.”

I balked at the command, confused and not liking where this was heading. “Excuse me? Why? What’s wrong with you? I’ve told you before, I’m not into any kinky stuff. I did not sign up for that. I’m going to bed. You’re acting crazy.”

Matt gripped my left thigh and lifted.

“Hey.” I shrieked, just stopping myself from jerking away. The damned shoulder was throbbing. I put my foot on the chair, and Matt settled me against his body.

“Watch,” his voice was husky and I could feel the hardness of his arousal behind me. “I want you to watch us.”

My gaze automatically went to the mirrors before shying away. I was cool with my body, don’t get me wrong. I mean, my boobs weren’t newsworthy but big boobs weren’t ideal for my profession. I was cool with my body. However, with one leg up on the chair, my bare lady bits were on display in quite an obscene manner in my opinion. Blushing furiously I moved, something between closing my thighs and dragging my heel off the chair. One of Matt’s hand gripped my waist while the other held my thigh.

“You’re going to watch, poppet.” he demanded hoarsely as our eyes met in the mirrors.

I could see his anger; underneath the lust swirling in the grey depths he continued to feel aggrieved. With his eyes holding mine he began to touch me. His large hand came around to cup one of my breasts.

Matt caught my earlobe between his teeth, gently nipping it before he said, “Mine.”

I shuddered as he tweaked my nipple into a hard peak, then inhaled sharply when his fingers manipulated the other one into thesame state. Matt trailed kisses over my neck, eyes fixated on mine in the mirror as his hand slid lower, teasingly ghosting over my flat stomach. I tried to close my legs again and Matt gave me a look, a warning look, which halted my movements. The contrast, so many contrasts. I stared at our reflection, painfully reminded how tiny my frame was in comparison to his. I always forgot how large he was; his wide shoulders, strong arms, broad chest with that unbelievably sexy light smattering of hair. But his hands, I loved his hands.

Matt kept his gaze on my face as his hand dipped lower, brushing over me. My body reacted with a tremor and he smiled. Smug. Arrogant. Confident in the knowledge my body was his own personal playground and heknewexactly how to play.

“Mine.” he said gruffly as his fingers stroked my intimate flesh.

A squeak of pleasure escaped my lips. Again he smiled. The look in his eyes was one of dark possession, the look of a man about to claim his woman.

The difference between our skin tones was not only erotic, but downright bloody artistic. I could feel his warm breath rushing over my skin as he slid his fingers slowly over my flesh.

“Mine.” And as if proving his point he slipped a finger inside me.

My gasps turned into a low strangled cry when he found that spot. You know the one I’m talking about, the one that turns your body into a simmering pool of pleasure. I slumped against him, grabbing his arm, not for balance but simply because I needed to anchor myself to something.

“Watch.” Matt’s throaty command was followed by his tongue tracing my inner ear while he stroked his finger in and out. “Mine.”

I watched, mesmerized by the sight of us. Fuck me! Matt was turning me into a freak. I would be lying to myself if I didn’t admit watching our reflection wasn’t hot. One should never lie to oneself.

“Matt.” My voice quivered, just like my legs were doing.

“Mine.” He fondled my breast with his other hand. The challenge on his face was clear for me to see. The wholly masculine gleam shining from his darkened irises dared me to refute his claims.

“Yours.” I exclaimed, gripping his arm tighter.

Matt groaned softly, his breaths were coming faster, his fingers moved faster. Yes, he had added another superb digit. Mmm. I watched, not recognizing the woman in the mirror. My mouth parted as I gasped for air, my eyes were wide with growing pleasure.Tension hummed through my frame as Matt pushed me towards the edge. I threw my head back, shuddering.

“Watch.” Although his voice was hoarse with desire, there was an underlying thread of steel running through it.

I watched. Then the sadistic bastard dragged his talented hand away right before I could arrive at euphoria, holding it up so we could both see the glistening moisture coating not only his fingers but the palm of his hand also. Matt stared at me as he angled himself, using his hand slick with my juices to tease his hard member over my nether lips.

“Please,” I begged, short of breath and leaning heavily against him. “I need you.”

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