Page 77 of The Virgin's Dance
He unlocked the front door and they were greeted by a little poodle, barking and wagging his tail, clearly pleased to see his owner.
After sparing a quick moment to greet his dog, Antonio picked Donna up and carried her across the threshold, making her giggle as she held on tight to his neck. He closed the front door with his foot and carried her all the way to his bedroom, finally laying her down on his four-poster bed.
Without further ado, he undressed her and then himself—slowly, this time. They lay under the white satin covers, the sound of the air conditioning lulling them into a small sleep.
They napped with their bodies entwined and then awoke with the same insatiable feeling they hadn’t been able to resist earlier. Soon they were rubbing their bodies together like humping teenagers.
This time Antonio’s touch was different, gentler and more searching, as if he wanted to explore her and know every inch of her body.
His lips brushed across her nipples and she was reminded of the first night they’d met, when his lips had kissed her hand so gently.
“Did you recognize me from your dance show when I first came to your classes?” It was the first word either of them had spoken for hours.
“Of course.”
“Then why didn’t you talk to me?”
He looked her in the eye. “I felt something between us, so it was wise to stay away.”
“Nothing really happened, though.”
“No, but I felt it. Didn’t you?” He brushed her hair out of her face, so he had an unobstructed view into her lovely eyes.
“Yes,” she admitted. “And how about now?” she asked shyly.
He paused for a moment, thinking. “Well, now I realize that my feelings about you are perfectly platonic, can’t you tell?”
He was lying between her legs, kissing her thighs, higher and higher until his mouth kissed the lips of her core.
His tongue was slowly working its way into her inner lips. She felt like he was working her from the inside out, as if he knew each and every secret spot of hidden pleasure. He devoured her pussy with hungry abandon.
The conversation lost, she was his completely. Under his power, his skillful tongue, her only master.
Hours and hours passed, shut away in his bedroom, sleeping and fucking as the day drew to a close.
Eventually, she got up and showered in the marble en-suite bathroom, while he rested.
She wandered out into the hallway in his robe while he slept some more. She was sitting on the white marble stairs when she heard the clink of keys and the front door opened.
The arm of a shiny purple shirt reached around the corner and unhooked the lock on the chain. Ivan emerged from the darkness. She gasped and bolted up the stairs and out of view.
She felt a familiar unease strengthen. What was he doing there? How close were Antonio and his uncle? She let the moment pass and put it to the back of her head as she tried to get out of sight—the very last thing she wanted was Ivan seeing her in such a state of undress.
Chapter 11
When she was back in the bedroom, Antonio was wide awake and staring at her in the half darkness.
It was a little easier to speak after sun set, in twilight.
“You realize we have seen each other almost every day for two months and I don’t know anything about you? Well, I know some things, but not the details,” he said.
“What would you like to know?”
“Everything.”
“Well … I’m 22. I was born in Chicago. My mother is a teacher. I’m a biology graduate—”
“That’s how you know how to do all those things to my body!” he interrupted, making her laugh in shy delight at his compliment.
