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I don't have to play fair.
I don't know why I want to win so badly. Maybe because he's always in control. Maybe because I never win anything. Or maybe because I want to tease him.
All of the above, probably.
I stand and roll my dress all the way off my hips.
His eyes go wide as the fabric falls to the floor.
I step out of it, and I move between his legs. I place my hands on his thighs, I push his legs apart, and I drop to my knees between him.
Fuck, this is a nice spot.
A perfect view, really. I'm six inches from his cock. His slacks are in the way, yes, but I can see the bulge fighting the fabric. The shape. The size.
Thick but not too thick. Long but not too long.
Just right.
I don't touch him there, but I do bring my cheek to his inner thigh. The right. Then the left.
His eyes go to the mirror behind us.
Mine go to the one above.
Fuck, if we were really doing this—
My sex clenches. My skin tingles. My body whinesmore, more, more.
His hand goes to the back of my head. A reflex. He presses his palm against me gently, then he catches himself and stops.
But he doesn't move his hand. He keeps it there.
I run my cheek over his thigh again, then I rise.
He drops the hand.
I turn and shift onto his lap backward.
My eyes go to the mirror. His follow. We both watch as I roll circles around him, my ass pressed against his crotch, my hands just outside his thighs.
He lifts his arms. He almost breaks. But he catches himself in time again. He places his hand on my waist instead.
I let his cock settle against my ass. Not the spot I usually pick.
Right now, I want to offer him everything. I want to experience everything with him.
Maybe it's the alcohol talking, but I don't feel tipsy. Only drunk on anticipation.
I grind against him for half a song. I take his hand, and I bring it to just below my breasts.
He groans as I release his wrist.
He wants to win, but he wants to touch me too.
It's strange to watch my movements, but it feels good too. I tease him until I can't take it anymore, then I turn around, and I find the angle I need.
I roll my hips, grinding against him in just the right spot.
