Keesha and Jax just returned to their hotel suite after a night on the town.
As they were dancing together in the middle of the living room, Jax felt
himself getting aroused. Something about the way she moved, the way she
pressed her body against his got a rise out of him that he hadn't even felt
with Brenda. He asked Keesha the one thing he knew Brenda wouldn't or
couldn't do for him.

"Keesha, will you do something for me?"

She pulled back and looked into his eyes. "What?"

"Dance for me?"

"Are you sure that's what you want?" She looked directly into his eyes.
There was no doubt there. Only desire.

"Yes."

She went over to the dining room and got a chair for him. She placed it in
the middle of the floor. "You have to think of a stage name for me.
Something sexy. Think about it while I change my clothes".

She walked into the bedroom.

He went over to the stereo and fiddled with the dial. Just the thought of
seeing her strip for him got him erect. He didn't know what would happen
when she actually took her clothes off. She had one hell of a body. He knew
he had kissed, caressed, stroked, and touched every inch of it. And he loved
it. He loved the she tasted as her went down on her right on the floor of
her newly purchased house. He loved the way she clutched at him as he
stroked her with his tongue and slowly, teasingly, inserted his fingers into
her. It was so incredible he couldn't believe it. It was all he could do not
to take her right then and there, but it wasn't the right time. It was now.

He found a station he liked. "I got it. Raven."

She opened the door and posed in the doorway. "Now that I like."

Jax turned around and felt like his heart stopped. He dropped the money on
the floor. That was supposed to be her tip money. They were going all out
for this fantasy. But something told Jax she didn't need much coaching to
get into this. Good god, what have I unleashed, he thought. She had on the
thigh-high black high boots they just bought. She was wearing a two piece
skirt and shirt set. The shirt was a black half shirt with long sleeves. It
showed off her toned stomach. But the shirt was cut low into a V-neck that
came off the shoulders so it showed a lot of cleavage and Keesha had a push
up bra on underneath it. On the front of the shirt were red and white
rhinestones in a variety of shapes that formed a starburst pattern that just
accented her chest. The rhinestones then lined the neckline of the shirt and
went down the middle of both sleeves and ended at the cuffs. Jax noticed the
sleeves weren't too long either. The skirt was short, I mean shorter than
short. Of course it was black too, but it didn't have the rhinestones on it.
But what she had on underneath did. Her hair was loose and she had teased it
a little in the short time she had to get ready.

She sauntered up to him. "So did you find a station you liked."

His voice came out gruff, "Yes." He couldn't believe this was the same
woman. She took him by the hand and led him to the center of the living
room where they had placed the chair earlier. She sat him down. "Did you
pay at the door?" He nodded.

She whispered to him, "My name is Raven. Welcome to your private dance.
There is only one rule here. I can touch you, but you can't touch me. But
don't worry, I'll touch you plenty."

He sat there. He couldn't take his eyes off her.

Then the music started.

She heard the opening strains of Prince's Get Off. How fitting she thought.
We are both going to do that tonight if it kills me.

She started moving to the music. She kept her eyes on Jax the entire time.
And he looked like he was eating it all up. She moved with a primal rhythm,
shaking her hips and throwing her head around. At first, she felt a little
awkward, but in no time she was doing exactly what her friend Kelli from
Delilah's taught her. Always keep eye contact, tease him just enough, and
give him a little so he'll come begging for more.

She started touching her body. Moving her hands up and down her sides and
over her breasts. Molding them together. She felt her nipples get hard
under her own touch. She walked up and stood in front of Jax she could feel
his breath on her chest. She grabbed him by the nape of the neck and rolled
her body so he could get the full view.

Instinctively, his hands reached for her waist. She twirled away and walked
behind him. She gyrated behind him for a little while but the whole time
both of her hands were roaming all over his chest working their way lower.
She loved this power she had over him. It was intoxicating. They were
looking at their reflection in the mirror in front of them. She let her hand
roam lower to his crotch, good God, what does he have a rock in there? He
definitely won't disappoint. But he'll have to wait for a while. I don't
want him inside me until he feels like he is about the burst.

She stepped in front of him again, but this time she kept her back to him.
She made sure he got a good look of her from behind. She pulled the bottom
of the skirt up. She was wearing a black thong underneath. Keesha rolled
her hips toward him and she saw him groan and close his eyes. Jax now
understood why so many men appreciated a good, round ass. And Keesha had a
great one.

Suddenly she turned around and slid the top of the shirt off of her
shoulders. Then in one swift movement she pulled the shirt off from the
bottom. She held it delicately in one hand and let it fall to the floor.

Keesha then spun in a circle and let herself fall to the floor. She crawled
over to Jax and pulled herself up in front of him using his legs. He sat
there mesmerized. All she could see in his eyes was lust. She was wearing a
black lace bra that added more cleavage. Standing no more than two inches
in front of him she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the ground.

Her thong was beaded in the front the same way the shirt was. Jax looked
like he could barely contain himself. She stepped away from him and turned
around. She then went behind him and asked, "Do you want more."

His voice came out as a croak, "I don't think I can take any more." He was
throbbing, he wanted to her so bad. She had fulfilled his fantasy, and he
didn't know what aroused him more, actually seeing it or knowing that she
would do what it takes to fulfill his needs. And he had lots of needs, one
of them was to make love to the woman dancing in front of him right now.

She smiled, I've definitely got him where I want him. She walked in front
of him and put her right leg on his left shoulder. He grabbed her leg,
moved it over his head to the right side of the chair and pulled her onto
his lap. "Sorry honey, we don't do lap dances here," she said as the got up
and turned around. "But for you, I'll make an exception". She started
grinding on him hard and fast in circles. His breathing became erratic and
ragged. I don't want to come nowŠŠ I haven't even been inside her.

He couldn't control himself anymore. He wrapped his arms around her and
started cupping her breasts. She continued to grind on him but slower this
time, more methodically. He played with her breasts until he felt the
nipples harden and Keesha let out a low moan of pleasure. He unhooked the
bra in the front so he could have free reign over them. If she is going to
tease me, I'll tease her too. He grazed his thumbs over them. He pinched
them and knew she was getting excited. She raised her face to his and kissed
him. Invading his mouth with her tongue.

"So are you happy with your fantasy?"

He answered her with a kiss that spoke of a hunger he didn't know existed
for her. She returned his kiss with equal fervor. But his hands moved lower,
slowly, down her stomach toward her hips. He put his hand inside the thong
and grazed the outside of her vagina. He felt her quiver. He touched her
clitoris lightly, grazing it. She moaned, a deep and guttural sound. He
grazed it again and she moaned even louder this time. All the while she
hadn't stopped teasing his erection or playing tag with their tongues.

He pulled his hand out of her thong quickly and turned her around
forcefully. She straddled him. She started gyrating on him just like they
were having sex. Holding on to the back of the chair for support. He was
busy kneading her back like it was dough, sensually, pleasingly. She began
unbuttoning his shirt. She kissed his chest, alternating a lick here a
nibble there across his chest. He was starting to sweat, and she savored the
salty taste and smell mixed in with his cologne. When she reached his
nipples, she tasted them she started sucking and nibbling them with such
force that Jax thought he would explode. He remembered the way she had
tasted him in the limo before. The look of her mouth on his penis. The
lipstick stains she left. He wanted her to do it again. She slid his shirt
off of his shoulders.

He grabbed her hair and pulled her head up so she was looking at him. "We're
not stopping this time. He looked at her breasts, they were pert and erect.
He just had to taste them, caress them with his mouth and tongue, but not
without the proper tools. Tonight he wouldn't be denied anything he wanted.

He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. She continued to
kiss his taught pecs and neck muscles while he needed her back and kissed
her flesh. He walked to the bedroom. On the way there she grabbed the
whipped cream. She tossed it on the bed as he set her down on her feet.

He knelt in front of her and began kissing her breasts so tenderly that she
was trembling from the pleasure. She ran her hands through his blond hair.
He kissed his way down to her belly button and put his tongue inside. She
exhaled. He took his hands and moved them up her thighs until he found the
zipper for the boots she was still wearing. He was close to her vagina and
the smell of it turned him on. As he pulled the zipper down he traced the
new skin that was exposed with his tongue as his other hand explored the
area of the thong that was covered by the rhinestones leaving Keesha wanting
more.

He did the same for the other boot and she stepped out of them. "They were a
good investment" he said as he sucked her big toe. It was carefully
pedicured and he tasted ever centimeter. He flicked his tongue all around it
as she held on to him for support. It reminded her of when he licked,
sucked, and nibbled her to the point of orgasm before. He was definitely
talented, and it seemed like he did his best work on her. But him tasting
her toes the way he was spiraled her closer toward the abyss of pleasure she
was already on the fast train for. It was the pulling, tugging, and the
wetness of his mouth on her body that turned her on. It didn't matter which
part, but for now it was her toes. He had her yearning for more.

He turned her around forcefully and took the straps of her thong in his
hands, "I thought you said you weren't wearing these" he whispered as he
kissed her neck. He rubbed her behind, it felt smooth, round and taut. Just
the way he liked it. He tapped it lightly. She cried out in pain and then
inhaled sharply, her knees buckled beneath her. Oh, so she likes it a little
rough, he thought. Maybe we can try that a little later.

She reached around to his head and kissed him. "Only for you. If you don't
like it, I can take it off." She spoke raggedly, she had never wanted
someone so much so bad before. God, I want him inside me so bad I'll go
crazy if he doesn't do it soon.

"I'll do that for you." He ran his fingers down her sides again. But this
time he placed feather light kisses down her spine until he reached the top
of the thong. He slowly rolled it off of her body, marveling at the sight.
She was a beautiful chocolate color. She stepped out of it and he stood in
front of her.

"Undress me," he said. He spoke softly, but there was an authoritative tone
was in his voice. Keesha found it sexy, she always liked power in a man, and
that type of power fit Jax perfectly.

She stepped toward him and started kissing his abs. He has the body of a god
she thought as she fiddled with his pants. She peeled them down slowly. She
slid them down his legs as she kissed every inch of them. He was wearing
boxers and she licked his rock hard erection through them. She loved the way
it felt against her lips, in her hand, in her mouth. She loved it when he
grabbed her head and started moving in and out of her mouth. She loved the
taste of his honey when he released it inside of her mouth. She loved giving
him pleasure. God, what a night. But that will pale in comparison to this
one.

She stood back up in front of him and pulled his boxers down as well, this
time she paused to take him into her mouth. This time he groaned in pleasure
as she engulfed him all at once, forcefully. She ran her tongue around in
circles around the head and he groaned. She reached around and started
massaging his balls. She was gentle with them, yet firm. The two sensations
were enough to make him loose all control by themselves. Keesha pulled the
penis out of her mouth until just the tip was inside of it. She nibbled it
slowly, teasing, and licked it until Jax groaned again. Then she grabbed his
ass and took his penis in all at once again and started bobbing on his shaft
faster and faster. Her tongue moving all round at the same time. Jax grabbed
her head and fought with all his power not to come. It almost worked, but he
came in her mouth and she swallowed it hungrily, trying to milk it for more.

But just as forcefully he pulled her up and kissed her firmly on the lips.
The taste of him was still in her mouth. Now he this excited him even more
and he couldn't stand it, he no longer wanted to make love he wanted to
release all of his pent up longing that was brought to the surface with her
dancing for him. He wanted her scream his name, and he wanted her to do it
now.

He picked her up again and put her on the bed. He covered her completely
with his body. His throbbing penis was on top of her vagina and she reached
down and teased him by rubbing the tip of his penis against her pubic hair.
It tickled him and excited him.

"It's time to make the fantasy a reality," he said as he found the whipped
cream she had tossed on the bed. He sprayed it on her vagina like he would
on sundae and licked it off slowly. Savoring the taste of both her and the
whipped cream. It was sweet and tangy. She moaned in pleasure and he dipped
his tongue inside her hot and wet spot as he spread her lips. She was really
wet. He ran his tongue over her clititoris roughly, he heard her grab the
sheets and say, "Oh, God, Jax." Then he blew on it lightly and placed his
mouth on it and sucked it, he placed one than two fingers inside her vagina
while he was still sucking. He probed her vagina and sucked and felt her
tremble from the inside and tasted her juices in his mouth. They were made
sweeter from the whipped cream he had missed.

She grabbed the nape of his neck again and looked directly into his eyes and
said, "Jax, I can't wait anymore. Please, do it now. I need you inside me
now.

He was more than happy to oblige. He grabbed her legs and opened them wide.
He held them wide and entered her swiftly. Both cried out in pleasure. She
was tighter than he thought she was and definitely wet. God it felt good to
look down into someone's face he was having sex with again. They were joined
now and nothing could separate them until everything was done. He began
moving slowly, sensually, and she matched his rhythm. He pulled his almost
all the way out and let it stay there until she opened her eyes, "Jax,
please don'tŠ"

While he was still inside her he licked his finger and stroked her clitoris
again. She writhed below him with pleasure. He loved the faces she made, the
way her breasts moved as she thrashed around and the sounds she made. They
turned him on even more he felt himself growing even harder and he couldn't
take it anymore. He thrust himself all the way in. He pumped furiously, she
wrapped her legs around his waist and they both started sweating. She
matched his rhythm. He kissed her deeper this time if it was possible. His
tongue matching his rhythm. He felt himself getting close and he knew she
was. Keesha's climax was violent as her whole body trembled, she dragged her
nails across his back as she screamed his name.

His climax was just as violent as she felt himself shooting more than he
thought possible into her. His breathing was ragged and he was sure he saw
stars. When the last tremor passed over him, he fell limp on top of her.

He rolled over and kept her on top of him. She looked into his eyes, "So
much for going slow, huh?"