“Let’s get out tonight. My treat babe! We can go to Kams, have some wineeee.” I sat on the ottoman in front of him and took the glass out of his hand.
“Did you mix this with anything?!” It was so strong I got up to get myself a glass of juice. The kitchen was spotless, the bedroom was spotless. The floors shiny.
When he was stressed he cleaned. He got that from his grandmother.
I walked into his bedroom and opened his closet. Picking a shirt and tie I stepped out of my dress and bra and laid them across the bed. I hated seeing him like this and nothing I was saying was getting to him. So I’d have to try something else. His iPod was lying next to his watches and wallet, I turned to a Jeezy song I could really pop it to but then I realized something sexier was needed tonight. I found Dirty Diana by Prince, this would work better. Buttoning two buttons on the shirt and placing the tie around my neck I walked in the living room and placed the iPod on the dock.
“I’m here for you in whatever way you need me to be. Right now you need to clear your mind. Let me help you do that.”
The song started, I started to step on the ottoman with my heels on but kicked them off. I whipped my hair and bit my lip, swung my hips and fell to my knees playing with the buttons on the shirt. Moving my body to the rhythm of the guitar. Opening my legs in front of him I moved my middle finger along the edge of my panty line.
Our eyes were connected, I wasn’t touching him but I could feel his heart beating. Stepping down I straddled him and placed the tie around his neck, using it for leverage I rode him like we were naked, I could feel him responding through his jeans.
“You’re the only man I’ve ever danced for. I love you.”
His lips found my neck and his hands my ass. “I’m scared. I need you, I can’t do this alone.”
I grabbed his face and stopped dancing. Wiping his tears I kissed him like I needed him. I was trying to suck and kiss his pain away. If I could make it not hurt for him I would.
“You don’t have to do this alone.”