Part 6

He pulled my T-shirt off and grabbed the hem of my sweatpants at the back. He pulled them down just a little to expose my butt cheeks. He grabbed them, massaged them, then slowly traced the sensitive crack with his fingers.

"Should we go to the bedroom?" he suggested.

"Mmm, I think we can have a little foreplay here in the dance room you built for me," I said naughtily.

His eyes flared; my words turned him on even more. He pulled my pants to my knees and turned me onto my back. I felt the cold floor on the skin of my bare butt and the heat of his mouth on me. The opposing feelings drove me insane. He stood up, opened his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled them down with his underwear to his knees, just like mine.

"Take off your shirt," I demanded, and added, "I want to watch you, feel you, kiss you."

His body pressed on mine, feeling him above me, between my thighs was something I had dreamed of at night when I remembered how good he could make me feel. His cock touched mine; he grabbed us both in his big palm and started stroking us slowly. He knew every part of my body, where and how to touch me, where to kiss and lick me, which parts were the most sensitive and most important. He could make me lose myself and come whenever he wanted to. He had complete control over my body, and that was something I'd craved my whole life: to find someone who would understand me fully, without me teaching them.

His body collapsed on mine; our cum mixed on my stomach and our breath was heavy from the orgasms we'd reached.

"That was quick," I said.

"You said it was just foreplay. We are going to shower and then I'm going to take my sweet time with you naked in our bed," he explained.

I pulled him closer and kissed him.