Chapter 15: The Naked Dance
The night was still young, the clock barely ticking past midnight, and Mrs. Elora and I lay naked on the bed, our bodies tangled up in the sheets. The red lights glowed soft overhead, bathing the room in a warm haze, while the opera music drifted low, a soothing hum that filled the quiet.
She rested her head on my chest, her blonde hair spilling across my skin, tickling me a little. I grazed my fingers down her back, tracing lazy lines along her spine, feeling the smoothness of her under my touch.
"Ahh... it feels so relaxing here," she said, her voice soft and content, almost a sigh as she nestled closer. Her breath was warm against me, steady now after all the heat we'd burned.
I smiled, genuine and easy. "I'm glad to know I could give you the comfort you needed, Mam," I said, looking down at her, meaning every word. It was my job, sure, but with her, it felt like more—like I'd actually done something real.
Her face flushed, a pink creeping up her cheeks, and she tilted her head to meet my eyes. "Don't... say stuff like that," she mumbled, embarrassed, hiding her gaze for a second like a kid caught off guard.
"Why not?" I teased, chuckling low. "Hehe... your face is red, Mam." I cupped her cheeks with both hands, her skin soft and warm under my palms, and leaned down to kiss her. Our lips met, slow and easy at first, then deeper.
"Ahh..." she moaned into my mouth, her eyes fluttering shut as our lips munched together, a hungry edge creeping in.
Her tongue brushed mine, and I could taste the faint sweetness of her lingering there. She shifted, wrapping one leg over me, her thigh sliding smooth across my hips. I moved too, slipping my thigh between her legs, nudging her pussy just enough to tickle her. She squirmed a little, a soft giggle breaking through the kiss.
Then she pulled back, rolling over me in one quick move, straddling my waist as she planted her hands on my chest. Her lips crashed back into mine, kissing me hard for a moment before she broke away, breathless.