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It’s different from the ballroom last week. Alone, without prying eyes, we sink deeper into the passionate steps. The song he’s chosen is slow, allowing me to slide my leg down his calf with luxurious sensuality, almost stopping us, completing the move with leisurely decadence.
Our pelvises and thighs are practically attached as he leads me through the dance, and I slide around him. Massi’s eyes ignite me with need and want, burning me like hot coals. He lowers his forehead to mine and I inhale his breath, wanting to consume so much more of him. Let him consume me.
I cross my legs, my hip grazing his as I twirl around to step back. Our eyes locked, the communication between us is filled with desire, promise, anticipation. As I rock my hips to get back in front of him, his erection twitches against my thigh.
He lunges back, leaving me no choice but to go with him, his body hard and warm against mine. Through the fabric of my dress, his touch scorches me. His scent intoxicates me like the most potent drug as my heartbeat sinks down to my core.
I want to run to the bedroom right this minute, but Massi continues to guide me into moves that are no longer pure tango. He halts us for a moment, savoring the closeness. His breath continues sending shivers down my spine, tugging at my center. As soon as I almost succumb to the connection, he pushes us back into the staccato.
It’s like standing at the precipice of a mountain with a parachute, but pulling back every time just before the wind would take us sailing through the air.
Our bodies blend into the melody, and my core tingles with a need so strong I want to cry. Yet, I can’t interrupt our dancing because the build-up is strangely rewarding.
And so new to us. We used to jump at each other like rabbits, burying our frustration in carnal acts, hiding, escaping, chasing solace.
Tonight we don’t rush things, and my heart hopes that perhaps this time we have a chance. My body, on the other hand, is so wound up, I fear I might just explode.
“Massi,” I whisper, but it comes out as a whimper.
His eyes darken and he gives me a slow, satisfied smile. “I know, baby.”
I moan and lower my head to his shoulder. Got, I’ve never been this needy. But Massi swirls me again and increases the tempo, so I let him lead us into another song until my head gives up and my body and soul take over, completely surrendering to his lead.
And lead he does.
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Massi
I’ve never found a woman who can simultaneously undo and complete me like Blue does. I wanted tonight to be perfect and the episode before the dinner almost spoiled it. But it didn’t in the end. I went to hide with my little issue and she found me. And instead of the judgment that I so freely bestow on myself, she provided silent support.
The realization that I must keep her by my side at any cost rocked me to the core, but it really seems a question of survival.
When we finally stumble into my bedroom, Blue is quivering with need and yearning. I fear that just a touch would set us both off, but I’m determined to savor her slowly. To deliver pleasure to her that might—at least momentarily—erase all the suffering I caused her.
I stand behind her and unzip her dress and she shimmies it off her shoulders. She wears a strapless bra and the sight of it gets me even harder, if that’s possible. I don’t want to rush things, but shit, I’m ready to pounce.
As my lips touch her shoulder, her tremor sends electric waves through me. She tilts her head forward, allowing me access to her neck. My hands graze her ribcage down to her round hips where her dress is pooled. I yank and it floats to the ground.
“Massi,” she moans, and I hold her tight because if I move, I won’t last. Her voice is innocent and wanton at the same time, the devil and angel morphed into perfection.
I stroll around her, taking my time, admiring every inch of her silk skin, trailing it with my fingers as I go. When I get in front of her, our eyes lock and time stops. It only takes a few heartbeats of complete stillness before we get desperate.
Blue finds the hem of my T-shirt and drags it over my head. Her eyes widen, giving me an indecent amount of satisfaction. I flex my pecs and she smiles, mischief in her eyes. She rasps her nails down my torso as if it was a string instrument. It might as well be given how taut I am, ready to snap.
She unbuttons and unzips my jeans and sinks to her knees, pulling my pants with her. When she looks up at me, the angle is too much to take.
She is too beautiful. Too perfect. Too much.
Even on her knees, she holds complete power over me. When I feel her fingers in my waistband, just exploring slowly, toying with me while drawing out the satisfaction that is evident in her hooded eyes and lingering smile, I lose my patience and pull my briefs down.
My cock springs free, almost hitting her in the face and she gasps. I pull her up.
“Sorry, Blue, I can’t wait anymore.” I throw her onto the bed and follow her.
“Finally.” She laughs and unhooks her bra. Her full round breasts spill out and I bury my face in them, finding a nipple with my mouth.
She moans and bucks her hips, seeking friction. Her reaction aches in my cock and I can no longer deny her anything.
