Page 51 of The Dance

Stacey nodded slowly and breathed, “Yes.”

I continued, lightly running my hands on her sides and then under her perfect tits, nuzzling her neck again before flicking my tongue on her lobe. She moaned, my hand moving down her flat stomach and between her legs. She took a step wider, granting me access to do what I was seeking, and I slipped my middle finger inside of her. She was warm, and with a few pumps, she became wet.

“That’s it, baby,” I cooed, praising her body’s response to me.

Stacey relaxed against me, letting my fingers work her. My dick hardened inside my jeans as I added my thumb, rubbing circles against her clit and making her moan again. Matching the tempo of the song, I worked her faster, pumping and rubbing until she came in my arms, her body jolting and then going lax.

“On the bed on all fours,” I ordered, removing my hand from between her legs.

“What?” she asked.

“You heard me.”

She cracked a grin, and I took her hand and led her to my bed with the blindfold still on.

Once she was in position, I stripped off my tee and threw it onto the pile of clothes. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I stated, taking in how fucking hot Stacey was as she waited for me. I wanted nothing more than to take her right then and there, but I was also showing her what pleasure was and not taking my own, even though I felt a rush knowing I was the one making her come.

“Lay your head on the bed and ass in the air, baby.”

She did, and my dick ached at the sight, wanting to be free of its confines and deep inside of her.

Stepping forward, I spread her ass cheeks and dove in, licking up her slit and drinking her cum that was still coating her pussy.

“So fucking delicious,” I groaned and went back for more, using my tongue to work her nub and my teeth to lightly bite her folds between licks.

Stacey’s body trembled, and before long, she was coming again, her moans getting louder as she climaxed.

“Ready for number three?” I asked, unbuttoning my jeans.

“Yes,” she panted.

I went to my dresser drawer, pulled out a condom, and tore open the wrapper. As I walked back to the bed, I sheathed myself and discarded my pants and boxers. Then, with her still on all fours, I lined up behind her and took her until she was coming around my dick.

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The smellof bacon woke me, and I turned over, remembering I wasn’t alone as I nuzzled into Stacey’s warm, naked body. She stirred.

“Showtime,” I mumbled against her bare shoulder.

She sighed as she rolled onto her back. “Right. At least you’re going to feed me.”

“Hey.” I tickled her sides, and she squealed. “I offered to get you something to eat last night.”

“I know. I’m just teasing.”

I kissed her before getting out of the bed. “Come on, baby. My mom makes bomb biscuits and gravy.”

We got dressed and then made our way to the kitchen.

“Mom, Dad, bro, you all remember Stacey.”

Stacey gave a small wave as my parents appeared shocked to see her.

“Stace, this is Spencer, Brandon’s girlfriend.”

“Nice to meet you.” They shook.

“Coffee?” I asked Stacey.