Soul

As I slide my breasts down his chest, I hold eye contact. If he wanted to stop me, he didn’t, and the chance to speak was behind us as I placed one hand on his shoulder and dropped my ass on his lap. I leaned back and placed one hand on his massive thigh, the muscles tensing beneath my grip. With a grace I’d practice and honed over the last two years, my hips swayed back and forth as I ground against him. My body moved on top of his and when I looked up at him, my breathing faltered. If possible, he looked angrier than he had before, but I kept up my movements.

“Mm,” I hummed.

His eyes darkened at the sound and a shiver ran up my spine. I liked that look in his eyes. There was something long, hard, and thick beneath me. I let out a slow breath as I felt it straining against his pants. Angry, or not, he wanted me. The material separating us was thin and I felt every inch of him a I rubbed myself on him like a cat in heat. I brought my hips forward, my breasts bounced and his eyes dropp