[Warning: This chapter contains Explicit Mature Content]
Her sweater was pulled off over her head in one frantic tug.
The lace bra remained bunched around her waist, along with the wool skirt, both staying out of his way as he kneaded and sucked on her breasts like a man gone starved.
She kept moving nice and slow above him, his head following her rhythm as he chased the way her nipples drifted closer to his mouth and then away again.
Dani's chair dance sessions had proven useful beyond last night's performance. Kaija was genuinely amazed at how skillfully her lower body rolled on Karl's lap now, like some exotic dancer, thanks to the moves she'd learned for that routine.
The sensations soon became too overwhelming for him. She hadn't even started begging yet, but he could already feel himself on the edge of coming again.
"Hold on, birdie…" he panted, teeth finally releasing her nipple. "I might come inside you if you keep moving like that."
