Salome's dance

Salome sways in front of him, light on her feet, every move drawing his eyes to the swell of her hips. She peels the first veil off her shoulders and it flutters to the floor. He steps closer, already hard, the thick outline of his cock pressing hard against his trousers. Another veil drops. She turns, her blonde hair brushing her bare back, and he catches her waist, pulling her onto the bed. She’s small in his hands, pale against his dark skin, and when he frees his shaft she stares. Her fingers wrap around him, testing the weight, her breath catching. He slides her onto her back, spreads her knees, and sinks into her inch by inch until she’s full and whimpering. She rocks against him, hungry, and when he pulls out she drops to her knees, lips stretched wide as he comes across her open mouth and chin, thick ropes sliding down her throat and onto her flushed chest.