Love Unmatched by Anne Leigh Page B

and jeans were halfway down his legs. Wow, he was a sight to behold!
     
    “Remove the wig,” he said. “I don’t like it on you.”
     
    I carefully removed the hairpins holding the blonde wig in place and threw it to the side.
     
    “Ride me,” he ordered, his breath coming out in shaky spurts.
     
    “Just hold on,” I said. He was getting impatient. His feet were starting to caress my legs in urgency.
     
    I turned my back towards him and walked across his body backwards; keeping my legs spread apart, and finally straddled him.
     
    “Ah,” his voice was hoarse as he moaned.
     
    “You said you wanted me to ride you, right?” As I sank onto him, I felt his erection get firmer and bigger. His view was of my butt riding him on the floor. He gently gripped the sides of my waist. I dipped my body up and down, undulating my hips on his impossibly hard length. He was not talking. Judging from the groans and moans that he was making, he liked this position. A lot.
     
    Being on top was one of my favorite positions. I loved the feel of sliding down on him at my own pace. I knew how to make him crazy. Zander’s hands drifted to my butt and he squeezed my butt cheeks as I continued sliding back and forth on him.
     
    The sounds of the age-old rhythm of making love filled the walls of this club. Before long, I couldn’t take it anymore. My legs were going numb, my breathing was getting labored, and I was ready for my release.
     
    “Baby, I’m coming!” I screamed and shuddered as the wave after wave of pleasure coursed through me. My screams echoed through the walls of this private club.
     
    He continued to pull me up and down his length, but the friction was becoming too much for me to take.
     
    I felt the hot bursts of his release spread through me as he let out a yell. “I’m coming!”
     
    I stayed sitting on top of him as he slowly regained his breath. A few minutes later he sat up, but he stayed inside of me. He loved to do that. He said that being inside of me was one of the best places in the world. He kissed me on my neck and shoulders and his hands roamed around my stomach.
     
    He let out a satisfied sigh and said, “That was the best lap dance ever.”
     
    “I didn’t really dance for you,” I argued.
     
    “Babe, you danced for me,” he said in slow, even breaths. “The way you wiggled your ass on top of me a few minutes ago – now that is what I call a lap dance.”
     
    I leaned back against his hard chest. “I’m sorry about the ties.” I felt his wrists. Zander had to have been tugging on them pretty hard, because his wrists were red and indented with the rope ties.
     
    “Xavier and John might have just escaped their death warrant.”
     
    “They did this for us you know,” I replied. Our friends might be the craziest set of friends ever, but they did a lot of things for us that were so special. They were always there for us. They spent time away from their work just so that they could plan and celebrate this bachelor/bachelorette party for Zander and I.
     
    Behind my back I felt his head bob in assent. He trailed kisses on my shoulder and said, “Thanks for doing this for me.”
     
    “Anytime handsome. Just call 1-800-SEDONA and I’ll make sure you get the dance of your life.”
     
    He traced his hands over my hair and said, “You’re the best.”
     
    “I know,” I smiled.
     
    Our two-day bachelor/bachelorette party was a success. After the private dance, Zander and his buddies had a great ole’ guys’ time rounding out the bars in Vegas. How they managed to get up in the morning, or early afternoon, looking normal was beyond me. Even with the hangovers, Zander and John made sure that they punched in some gym time. It astonished me how much stamina those guys had. I could barely push my body to do an imitation of a yoga pose these days.
     
    Nalee, Tanya, and I had a lot of pampering done. We had private massages and had fun watching the Cirque de Soleil shows. I