Page 69 of The Dance

“Every fucking time,” I admitted.

“Do you think we were doing this at the same time?” She watched me jerk myself slowly.

“Maybe.”

“What if we came at the same time?”

“I don’t know, but we should right now. Take off your panties and let me watch you.”

She pulled her hand out of her underwear, removing them and throwing them onto the floor. My mouth was watering again, wanting to taste her. Her hand returned to her neatly trimmed pussy, and my strokes increased.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

Stacey peered up at me, her hand still working between her legs, and we matched each other’s pace, going faster and faster as our eyes stayed locked.

“I’m gonna come,” she panted.

“Do it.” I rose to my knees.

She moaned and then jerked, her orgasm racing through her. I followed her, my hand working my shaft as I erupted, my cum shooting onto her tits.

* * *

We cleanedup and resumed watching the movie. Stacey rested her head on my bare chest. After the movie was over, we raided the minibar, making popcorn and gorging on candy. I picked the next movie—an action flick to keep us awake—and we watched until it was one minute before the new year.

“Ready?” I paused the movie.

Stacey sat up and grabbed the remote from me. She changed the channel, finding a live countdown broadcast, and then we counted down from eight.

Eight.

Seven.

Six.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

“Happy New Year!” we cheered, smiles spread across our faces.

I leaned in and captured her lips, thinking it was going to be a quick kiss, and then we would return to the movie until it was over. Instead, the kiss deepened, our tongues exploring each other again.

“So, those condoms?” Stacey asked.

“In the inside pocket of my tux jacket.”

“Get one.”

I didn’t hesitate, scrambling off the bed. After grabbing a foil packet, I turned around to see Stacey stripping out of her clothes she had put back on. I followed her lead, stepping out of my boxers. We were both naked again, and my dick was at full attention.

Ripping open the package, I tossed the wrapper onto the floor and rolled the protection over my shaft before running my fingers through her slit. She was already soaked. “Damn, sunshine.”