Erica was welcomed inside the spacious hotel room by Michael, who closed the door behind her and led her to a chair at the kitchen table. He pulled out the chair for her and motioned for her to sit down, pushing the chair in. Erica smiled at him and looked around the room. There was something cooking in the microwave, the TV was on for ambience, and Michael was smiling at her from the kichen. 

"Are you hungry?" He asked sweetly.

"Yes I am actually!" Erica said. She hadn't eaten dinner and was starving.

"Well your in luck!" Michael said, "I'm cooking some mac and cheese. You can't practice on an empty stomach." He winked and pulled the macaroni out of the microwave, portioning it out for her in a pretty bowl. He set the bowl down in front of her and then got some for himself. When both of you were seated, he remembered to get something to drink, so he pulled out a bottle of red wine from a cabinet and poured a full glass for both of you .

"Michael, I thought you didn't drink!" Erica said with a grin.

"Well I normally don't, but tonight is special." He said.

Erica blushed slightly and took a gulp of wine, hoping her nervousness would go away soon. They both ate and drank quickly, for they couldn't wait to start the dancing lessons. Erica was surprised that Michael would make such a sweet gesture to her. And she was starting to fall in love with him even more. When they finished, Michael led her to a big, empty room with hardwood floors. It had a large mirror leaning up against one side of the wall.

Michael flipped on the lights and said, "Well, we better get to practicing. Show me what you've got so far and then I'll see how I can help you." He sat down in a chair pushed up against the wall, waiting for her to start.

Erica was extremely nervous to dance in front of Michael, knowing that she would probably mess up and fall on her face, embarrassing herself. But she pushed herself to dance her best. She started to move rhythmically to the beat that was playing. She did a few of her moves, and then got into it a bit more. Michael seemed to like what she was doing; he started to shift in his chair and lick his lips. Her nervousness faded away when she focused on the music. 

She decided to dance more sexy, to tease him, and see how he reacted. She gracefully, slowly moved in perfect time to the music. Michael bit his lip hard as she gyrated her hips in the sexiest way possible. She got low and then popped up again, moving ever so carefully. Her moves made Michael bite his lip hard. Michael could tell that she was a born dancer, and a sexy dancer at that. He also could tell she was trying to tease him, and yelled, "Come here girl!" 

She gave a sexy smirk and sashayed over to him. "Yes, Michael?"

He pulled her close to him and whispered in a husky voice in her ear, "Girl, look what you've done to me." He smirked and pulled her so she was sitting on his lap facing him. She could feel a growing hard bulge underneath his black slacks. She bit her lip when she felt how big he was. "I hope you can fix this," he said, whispering in her ear. His hot breath on her ear made her shiver. He pulled her closer to him and said, "Show me how good you can dance now."

She smiled and played with his curls. "Of course, Michael. I'll show you just how good I can dance." She said slowly. She began to grind on him hard. He let out a small moan. "Ohhh" he groaned in a deep, throaty voice. She picked up the pace and started to gyrate all on him. His hardness was about to bulge out of his pants, and he moaned in her mouth softly as she began to kiss him passionately. Her tounge intertwined with his again, and it was amazing. His hips began to thrust upward involuntarily, for she was doing such an amazing job of dancing on him. His breathing quickened while his groans became more frequent. Suddenly she stopped and got off of him, which made him let out a whimper. "Why did you stop?" He asked with pupydog eyes that almost slayed her. He could be so innocent and yet so naughty at the same time.

"Well Michael, I showed you how I can dance, but how good can you dance? Can't I learn by watching?" She bit her lip seductively and motioned for him to get up and dance on the floor. He rolled his eyes, slowly lifted himself off the chair, and began to dance too. She took his place in the chair and watched him carefully. His every move was perfect. She loved watching him dance.

He decided to tease her back for what she did to him, so he began to thrust in the air while moaning. Erica's eyes widened and she licked her lips. His thrusts had so much power in them, that he almost was lifted off the ground. He continued to gyrate his hips and tease her until she just couldn't take it anymore. "Mmmichael...please come here." She grinned as she said the words, knowing exactly what she would do. When he got to her, he looked down at her with innocent eyes.

"What?" He asked

She pulled him close to her. "Now look what you've done to me." She said. She took his hand and gently rubbed it on her wetness. "See?"

His eyes widened and his face contorted into a devilish grin, "Oh I see." He said as he straddled her in the chair. "Does this make it better?" He asked sweetly as he began to grind on her, making her cry out in surprise at how big he was. She moaned and threw her head back in pleasure, allowing him to roughly grind on her. He took his long finger and traced it up her thigh until he got to her kitty and then he stopped and started grinding again. It felt so good and she didn't want him to stop, but he did. He got up and pulled her up with him.

Pushing her onto the nearest wall, he shoved her up the wall so her legs could wrap around his waist. She wrapped them tightly around him and he kissed her deeply. Deeper than ever before. She could feel his lust for her, and it drove her wild. She wished he would just pound her already. But he continued to take it slow, torturing her with pleasure. He got more rough, pinning her arms above her head and french kissing her sloppily. He thrust hard onto her, but their clothes were still fully on. Her kitty was aching for him. Her wetness started to drip through her pants and he rubbed her hard with his fingers. She moaned loudly as he worked her just right. He knew exactly what he was doing, and rubbed her clit in circles with his big hands. She felt her orgasm nearing, and began to cry out in ecstacy, but he stopped rubbing her and pulled away.

He led her by the hand into his luxurious bedroom. "Lay down on that bed." He said roughly. Erica obeyed and layed down, waiting impatiently for him. He took off his shirt and crawled on top of her, pinning her down. "I promise not to tease anymore," he said with a smirk. "No, I'm just gonna give it to you hard without holding back. You'll be screaming my name." He smirked and began to take off her shirt...