She instantly froze in place. The skirt that was bunched in her hands and pulled up slightly above her knees dropped back down. The gentle touch of his fingertips ripped through her to the core. He only had to touch her. It could have been his words, or it may merely have been a smile of approval – attention from him made her wild with want and anticipation. His request to stand in front of him and tease him captivated her imagination. She nearly choked on the lust boiling in her belly, churning with that slippery feeling spreading between her thighs. She knew how his mind worked. His request for her to perform for him was part of the submission he demanded from her. If she did what he asked well, there was no doubt in her mind that she'd soon linger on the threshold of dying by ecstasy several times that afternoon.

He spoke softly and slowly, as he made his request, "I want you to slow-dance to the music playing in your head. Close your eyes and sway to it. Let the sex you want show in your body. Feel it. I want to witness you transition from shy dancing girl to the naughty girl I know lives inside of you – the only kind of girl that would wear those high, high heels."

A smile curled at the edges of her mouth at his description of her new shoes. She picked them out just for him. Thin little straps crisscrossed her ankles while wicked, black stilettos boasted how exquisitely fuckable she was. But there would be plenty of time for that. There would be fucking – good and proper too, but it would not happen until his beard was soaked with her woman scent. He had a craving for such things. And so did she. What a collision there'd be.

"Move," he whispered, easing back onto the couch, spreading strong arms across the rear cushions.

Spiked heels were planted firmly, about two feet apart, as she began to sway, hips moving to silent harmonies. Tanned arms hugged her waist, contrasting against the clingy black skirt that flowed back and forth to the slow rhythm that played in her head. She closed her eyes and parted her lips, exhaling heavily, permitting a short moan to punctuate the passion that was building inside. Both hands went to her head, fingers plunging into thick auburn hair, elbows flaring, as she twisted seductively.

"God, you’re beautiful," he whispered, spellbound by her graceful movements.

Hair tumbled from her fingers when she released thick locks, dropping both hands to slowly drag them down across her collarbones to the swell of her breasts.

"Yes. Touch your breasts for me. Touch those sweet tits for me, naughty girl."

She squeezed both breasts simultaneously, pinching them fully between fingers and the heels of her hands. Both shoulders angled inward, as she lolled her head to the right, brow furrowed with a look of pleasured concentration. A small satisfied whimper validated how good it felt to roll her nipples before continuing downward across her belly. She dipped her hips to the left, allowing hands to drop to her upper thighs and grab her skirt, pulling upward slightly. His eyes followed her hands. Dipping with a slow graceful move to the right, she grabbed more skirt, lifting it higher, exposing more of the black silk stockings that adorned long legs.

"Show me," he said softly, his voice thickening with evidence of his own lust rapidly increasing.

She continued to move back and forth with seductive grace. Every time she bent her knees to dip down, she grabbed a little more skirt. Rising up exposed more and more stocking until the narrow straps of her garter provided a road map to paradise. Both hands clutched her skirt at mid-thigh. She dipped a little deeper, showing him more of the soft creamy skin between her thighs, teasing him by lifting the skirt up briefly then pulling it back down to cover the part of her that he wanted most.

"Hmm," he rumbled approvingly, "show me more."

Again she dipped down, this time pulling the skirt up high enough for him to see very sheer black panties clinging to her hips. Thigh muscles flexed, as she rocked her hips, beckoning to him, inviting him to partake of her moist delicacy. She sucked in her breath through clenched teeth, as she gyrated in slow motion, exaggerating the roll of her hips and rotating upward toward him – demanding attention from more than his eyes. "Want some, lover?"

Her motion stopped. His eyes transfixed on the triangle of sheer black silk that shrouded her aching pussy. She rotated her hips upward with a slow thrusting motion. A silent request was made for him to touch.

"I want to see more. Convince me you want me to do more than watch."

She stepped closer to him and propped one leg up on the edge of the couch, rolling her hips up, spreading her leg outward, offering herself to him. He leaned forward so that his face was less than a foot from her silk clad offering. He could see her hands shaking slightly, as she held the bunched up skirt tightly.

"Hmm, I’ll bet you want me to lick your pussy don’t you?"

Unable to contain her desire, she blurted out," Oh God Gray, you're driving me crazy. Yes! Please! Lick me."

He leaned back again, arms relaxed and spread wide on the cushions behind him. "Then give it to me."

She hesitated, not quite sure what to do. He tilted his head back, opened his mouth and motioned for her with his tongue. Then she knew. There was no doubt in her mind what he wanted her to do. She nearly came on the spot.

"Come up here. Straddle my mouth and feed your pussy to me."

"Oh my God," she gasped.

His voice was hoarse with desire. "And leave those panties on."

Once more he laid his head back and opened his mouth. He closed his eyes and waited for her to mount his face. She vibrated with want. It felt like she was going to come before she could get to his lips and tongue. She stepped onto the couch, legs astride his hips, knees supported by the rear cushions on either side of his chest. She leaned closer to him, struggling to breathe. Just as she reached his mouth his hands grabbed the insides of her thighs, stopping her from making contact.

"How badly do you want this?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"Please!" she pleaded, begging him, pushing more weight on his hands. "Please eat me. Eat my pussy for me, Gray."

He released her and she fell against his wide-open mouth. He bit down and sucked hard, drawing her soft flesh and soaking silk panties into his mouth. She cried out and came instantly, shuddering as waves of orgasm burst over her. She pushed hard, grinding onto him. Her forehead was against the wall above the couch. Her hands released her skirt and slid up the wall for support, as she drove herself at him, her entire body shaking with pleasure.

A low, rumbling moan came from his mouth, as he sucked and moved his jaws in a steady chewing motion, disrespecting that she was coming, already turning the corner for a rendezvous with another crushing orgasm. Both hands came back to her upper thighs and pushed her away slightly.

"I love it when you come in my mouth," he said.

"I…I can’t believe…" she started to say.

"Hold on to something," he instructed, grabbing the flimsy panties with one hand and ripping them away from her body.

"Use my mouth. Fuck my tongue until you come again."

She responded with a primal growl that originated down deep inside her throat. There was nothing to hang onto – nothing except for his head. His mouth closed on her again. She felt his tongue slip into her and lick the full length of her pussy from her still quivering opening to her pounding clit. He licked so very slowly, barely moving at all, not moving his head or his lips. It was obvious what he wanted. His mouth was to be her instrument of pleasure. So she took it. She took it selfishly, rubbing her slippery wet pussy against a willing hungry mouth, rotating her hips up and down, grinding against him. Long fingers slipped into his hair, clutching the back of his head, as she fucked him. Eyes closed as bliss clouded her vision.

The slow steady ride to her second orgasm was his gift to her. Her body trembled and spasmed for what seemed like an eternity when she peaked on a series of smooth, rolling waves, each one building bigger and stronger than the one before it. He swallowed her come, drinking hungrily of his reward for delivering his favorite intimate pleasure.

She slipped from his face, dropping to her knees, straddling his lap. Her juices dripped from his beard, as she kissed him deeply. He leaned forward and stood, his hands cupping her bottom. She hooked her heels behind him and wrapped her arms around his neck, never breaking her kiss. Bending over, he laid her on the big ottoman. She released his neck, as he stood upright to unbuckled his belt.