Page 75 of The Dance
“I had a hard time going a week.” He squeezed my hand lightly.
“There’s always video chat.”
“Not the same.” We stopped at a door, and Eddie unlocked it with a code.
“Okay, so how will we see each other?”
“I’ll come to you.”
I froze at the threshold of his condo. “You will?”
“Did you forget I have an inside connection? I’ll make it work.” He pulled me inside and closed the door. Running his finger down my cheek to my neck, he admitted, “Plus, I love watching you dance.”
His hand went lower down the valley of my breasts, not stopping.
“That was so long ago.” I swallowed, remembering he told me he used to watch me cheer.
“So, you’ve only gotten better then?”
“I’ll let you decide.” I winked, his hand going lower, slipping the button of my jeans open.
“How about you show me afterIeat?” Eddie slid the zipper of my jeans down.
I swallowed, looking into his brown eyes. “Whenever you want.”
His hand slipped into my panties, his finger going straight for my clit. “Are you hungry?”
“I could eat.”
He smirked. “You know I wasn’t talking about eating food, right?”
I swallowed, his finger rubbing my clit slowly. “I know.”
“Do you want me to stop and order the pizza?”
I shook my head. “You better not stop.”
Eddie licked his lips and then took his hand out of my underwear. I started to protest but stopped when he began to slide my jeans down my legs. I didn’t move from the door, letting him strip me of my jeans, panties, and shoes as he crouched in front of me.
“You know, I was supposed to be thanking you.”
He looked up at me. “There’s time for that too.”
There was. We had all weekend.
He spread the lips of my pussy, diving in to taste me. A moan escaped my mouth, my head tilting back against the wood door. Hooking my leg over his shoulder, I grabbed his head and held him in place as he devoured me, until the leg I stood on shook, and he had to hold me to keep me from crumpling to the floor.
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“Doyou think I’ll be able to eat pizza on tour?” I asked around a mouthful of the cheesy goodness. After Eddie went down on me, he called in the order. We changed into pajamas, he poured us some wine, and we got comfortable on his leather couch.
“You’ll burn it off every night, right?”
“For sure.”
“Then I don’t see why not.”
“Hope so. I can’t imagine going six months without pizza.”
