I'm ending on a teasing limey-lemon note! Enjoy ^_^
Lap Dance
"Undress for me," he said sexily a few weeks later, leaning back and away from her. She sat up in shock. The Kodiak Pride was several starbursts away from them now, her dream of a happy family firmly shattered. Strangely, the Sabra-Jaguar pride was begging to shelter the little family. She'd been leaning against her husband, filling him in on Archduke Bolivar's offer of refuge for them. Apparently, Tyr was now bored with that conversation.
"Wha-"
"I said, 'undress for me," he repeated, now kneeling on his haunches in anticipation. "I heard of something called a 'lap dance' back on your planet. I would like to see my wife give me one."
"I… You need music for that," she said in embarrassment. "And we shouldn't be doing that at all. In fact, we shouldn't be doing anything right now, the children are-"
"They're playing with their Aunt Chiana," the man answered smoothly. "Isn't that what you wanted? For me to come and-"
"I just wanted to discuss this offer. They sound genuine and the Archduke has made it clear that your protection for his Pride has spurred this offer. He's also curious about me and my halfbreeds-"
"Our halfbreeds," he corrected her forcefully.
"Right, our halfbreeds. You know what? This can wait. I should be helping Pilot, not indulging in self-pity. If I were strong, like my mum, I would forget this whole 'family' search and accept that I'm an army of one from now on instead of showing weakness to the Prides. Oh, and despite what you seem to think, sex isn't the answer for everything, Honeybear." He sat up fast, knocking her back on their bed.
"No, sex isn't the answer for everything. It does take care of a lot of things in our lives though. The others can help Pilot; there are more than enough hands aboard at present. Our children are safe and cared for and my wife needs to connect to someone for comfort. The Prides can wait. Come here; the lap dance can wait."
"In case you don't remember, I don't exactly have experience with men, present company excluded. I don't know how to do a lap dance. I-"
"Oh, I think you do," he said, crawling towards her. She froze, looking mildly panicked at the look he knew must be in his golden eyes. "Despite your lack of experience, I believe you have an active enough imagination to figure out the logistics. I believe you could entertain me greatly with one, Bliss." She fell off the bed from where she'd been backing away from his stalking gait. He laughed in pure joy, leaning over the edge to pull her up. She came willingly enough, smiling in embarrassment. Situating her on the edge of the bed and laying out behind her, he resumed the conversation. "You practically gave me one the day our latest little one was conceived. I remember you stretching contentedly against me after we made love. I wanted you so badly that day and you denied me. I simply want to replay that moment without the threat of the Scarrans to cloud the issue. You're a very inventive girl. What is holding you back?"
"I… I don't want to embarrass myself," she said in a rush, looking at him over her shoulder. "You don't know what you're asking. I can dance sexily, yes, and I could probably figure out how to writhe in your lap like a stripper would, but I would never try it in front of you. You'd just laugh at me." He took her hand and kissed it before placing it over the bulge in his pants.
"Doubtful. Go on. You downloaded all of that music from Earth. Pick something sexy and dance for me. Entice me to take you, wife." She flinched at the word and he frowned, following her limp hand up to her face with his. "You are my wife, my woman, Tamika. Look at me." She did as she was told, staring at him with complete vulnerability.
Tamika whimpered, but somehow managed to play along. "Com-computer, play 'Alone in the Dark' by John Hiatt on repeat with crossfade." Those first bluesy chords played and the man got up to dance with his lady. They kissed and touched their way through two repetitions of the song, Tyr paying particular attention to her small ears and sensitive fingertips, before he sat on the edge of the bed and encouraged her to dance for him.
Tammy continued to dance in front of him, her body moving sinuously to the beat. Despite her misgivings that this was a good idea, she really did want to impress him. Tyr was always so sexy, stalking through the ship and reminding her of those jaguars they'd seen at the Florida zoo. He was all lean grace and devastating power. She needed that power right now.
Thinking only of her husband's pleasure, she removed her shirt sensually, dancing with the fabric as the music continued to play. Tammy dropped the piece of clothing in favor of playing with the zipper of her pants. She was touching herself all over and had her man's full attention by now. He reached for her and she ran her hands over the backs of his, pressing them down and under his thighs.
"The rules for a lap dance are quite simple, love. I can touch you, but you can't touch me." Her eyes were steady on her man as she continued to undress for him, her ego boosted at his whimper. She left her bra and panties on as she danced, rubbing herself on the entranced man like a vixen. The beat was in her blood as she swayed over his lap, bending her knees to brush his throbbing erection. She smirked at his groan and did it again, finally sitting on his lap and slinking around him erotically. She didn't hesitate to touch and rub herself lightly over his perfect features, leaning over backward to entice him to take her. She knew that he was struggling with the concept of not being able to touch her at all. He could have her right now, but that would end the lap dance. Understanding this and wanting to make things harder on her man, she undulated against him, in complete control of herself at the moment.
Slowly she peeled her bra off of her at last, her stiffened peaks adding another dimension to her tease. Running her breasts over his hardened body where her hands had been moments ago, she felt his resolve crumbling like clay. Determined that he would break and take her completely, the mother stood, turned around, bent over to present to her husband, and slowly peeled her soaked panties off. Dancing her dripping pussy in front of his face, she smiled, high off the euphoria of his fevered gaze on her slender body. She sat her bouncing ass on his clothed and straining member, plastering the rest of her body to his and continuing to dance for him.
Tyr didn't need an invitation other than the one she was so graciously extending to him. He followed her hands with his own, letting her set the pace of their lovemaking. She was shivering and wet and all his. Her clothes were in a discarded pile on the floor. She was still dancing but like a vixen, something he suddenly had the intense urge to punish her for. Taking a hold of her generous hips, he slid into her from behind, fully clothed, letting his thick length intrude on her womb. She cried out desperately, grinding against his front to signal her abject approval of this situation. The couple swayed to the music, Tammy's moans and whimpers drowned out by the hypnotic music. Then the second Tyr appeared before her, spreading her nether lips even further to expose her clitoris. He took a long, tantalizing lick to her sex and she jerked away, slamming into her man violently. This only seemed to excite both versions of him and the rest of the night was spent with her trapped between them, being licked and suckled from the front while her husband slammed into her from behind. All to the beat of the song she'd so foolishly turned on to impress him.
"Aaah! Tyr! I can't… I-I-I…. Mmmmm... Oh!" She gave full voice to her desire, confident that he wouldn't let her humiliate herself. True to form, he activated her necklace as her pleas reached a fever pitch. Once she was muted to the world, he forced himself into his wife with even more vigor. They loved this way for hours before he tapered off, letting her sweating, shaking form rest against his.
"I love you, Bliss," he murmured into her hair as he drifted off to sleep. Tammy hummed, realizing that this was the first time he'd ever admitted such a weakness to her.
"I… I love you too, Honeybear," she hummed at him, snuggling against him happily. Elsewhere on the ship, the children of Tyr and Tamika Anasazi acknowledged that their mother was extremely happy.
The End
Thanks for coming along on this ride. I had more planned, but this seemed like a good place in their lives to stop. I'll be starting a new series next week. Take care! :D
