Private dance - part II.

He watched me all night at the club. I liked the way he looked at me, so I brought him home. At my place I started to move for him, slow and close, letting the music guide my hips. His eyes followed every sway until I peeled the last piece away and turned around. He stood and came behind me. I bent over, hands on the couch, and let him push in where I rarely let anyone go. The stretch made me catch my breath, but I pushed back until he was all the way inside. He held my hips and drove into me, hard, steady, each thrust deeper than the last. When he pulled out I dropped to my knees, opened my mouth, and took his load across my face. Thick ropes landed on my lips, my cheek, one even caught on my lashes. I licked what I could reach and smiled up at him, still warm with the feel of him.