The Artist and the Actor
A blurb of my book The Artist and the Actor
They sit in a comfortable silence for a moment then Nova gets up, finally leaving his lap. She goes to the stereo and turns on some music. Then She takes Atticus' hand and drags him up. "Let's dance! I wanna move!"
Laughing, Atticus obliges, standing and dancing with her. They hop along to the music for a bit the beat exciting and fun. She brushes against him, her lavender and lilac scent driving him crazy.
She moves gracefully, her body supple and tempting. He steps behind her, grabbing her hips. Looking back over her shoulder she grins, her ass presses back and she leans back against him. Still moving to the music, his hands grip her hips tighter and he feels his cock twitch at the feel of her against him, "You're a good dancer..." he murmurs, smirking,
Nova reaches back and cups his cheek as she grinds against him, feeling his arousal pressing against her. "You're not so bad yourself," she teases.
Chuckling, Atticus wraps his arms around her middle, drawing her closer as he buries his muzzle into her neck, "I may not be as passionate as you. But, I can keep up,"
Her eyes flash with desire and she strokes his cheek, tilting her head back to look at him. "Can you?" she teases.
His soft smile turns to a smirk as he meets the Challenge in her eyes, "I can do a lot more than just keep up, Diva. Care to test me?"
She laughs, turning in his arms to face him, her hand lifting to run over his chest, her eyes flashing with desire, heat pooling in her belly. "Sure, let's test your stamina."
Atticus' breath hitches at her touch, his eyes darkening as he looks down at the purple-haired poodle in his arms, his gaze burns into hers, intense... and hot... "I'll show you how much stamina I have." He growls.
She grins, moving closer and pressing against him, grinding against him as the music surrounds them, filling their ears, making the world narrow to just the two of them. He feels the heat coming from her body, her scent intoxicating. His heart pounds. Wrapping his arms around her, he slows them down, staring into her eyes, her movements slow, and her eyes darken. She strokes his chest, teasing at the buttons of his shirt, Atticus can feel the tension building and his cock responds, aching and throbbing. He struggles to keep his composure, his breathing heavy as he looks into her eyes, he tries to focus on dancing but loses himself in her gaze and the feel of her soft curves pressed against him.
"You out of breath already?" She teases.
Chuckling, his arms tighten around her. "No, just... admiring the view. You're a great dancer."
She stops moving, looking up at him with her huge eyes, her hands resting on the planes of his chest. "It's not the only thing I'm good at," she teases, her eyes dark and full of promise, her earlier aversion to his advances replaced by a deep, burning desire that threatens to control her.
Eyes darkening with desire, Atticus' hands tighten, gripping her even more closely. "Oh? What else are you good at, Diva?"
She shivers at the nickname, Diva, the lead. "Wouldn't you like to know," she smirks, her fingers splaying in his chest fur.