Page 60 of Forbidden Dance
“No dance tights,” he says.
“Finally,” I say.
I wrap my arms around his neck. I’m slightly taller than him in this position. I could lift up and my chest would be at face level for him. I think of doing it, but his hands slide up my thighs and the buzzing is so intense that I stop thinking.
He’ll encounter the panties soon. My heart threatens to falter. I hold my breath. He whispers, “Your skin is perfect,” then his lips find mine again.
Blitz doesn’t push, just trailing his fingers along my inner thigh.
Then his thumb brushes between my legs, and I’m jolted into the next level of need, wanting the touch harder, more intense. I kiss him with more fervor, letting him know that this is okay, that I want it.
His hand presses against me, molding the cotton fabric to my body. A finger finds its mark, pushing as far as the panties will allow.
I can’t kiss anymore, too lost in the roar of sensation overwhelming me. I want him inside, need him inside. I’m desperate and rock my hips to press harder against his hand.
“I love this,” he says. “God, you’re so hot and wet.”
I hang on to him, my arms around his head, my face pressed into his hair. I take in the smell of his shampoo, the texture of his sideburn stubble on my cheek.
Then he goes further, slipping a finger inside my panties. I can’t stop myself from softly crying out. It’s what I’ve been longing for, desperate for.
He slides one finger inside me, then two. I cling to him, moving with him, pleasure blasting through me. He knows exactly what to do and how to move, where to put the pressure.
When I was young and playing around before, it was thrilling and forbidden, but this is pure gluttony by a practiced hand. I’ve never felt so consumed.
His free hand slips back inside my sweater, up beneath the bra. He rolls a nipple just as he shifts his fingers inside my body. I’ve lost all sense of anything around me but his touch, and the need for him has become agonizing and fierce. I don’t think I can take it anymore. It’s too much, too intense, I can’t back away, can’t retreat.
Then everything just lets go. My body pulses around his fingers and I gasp, half-crying, gulping air. I’ve never felt anything like it. It’s as if my body turned inside-out and released a thousand petals that are now descending like feathers brushing against my skin.
I grip his head. “What did you just do?” I ask, then immediately feel silly. I know about orgasm. And I thought I’d felt it before. But I hadn’t. Not if this is the real thing. That was nothing. That was just the beginning. I hadn’t known.
Blitz withdraws his hands and wraps his arms around me. “My sweet, sweet Livia,” he says. “I’m going to fall so hard for you.”
I drop my head to his shoulder, eyes wide. Will he? What happens now? I want to do more with him, explore him, learn his body. But he just holds me tightly and still.
Behind us, the movie goes on, inexplicable in its foreign language. It doesn’t matter. I don’t even want to see it. I just want Blitz to hold me like he is, forever, and for nothing to change.
But I know that can’t happen. The video will come out. Everyone will see that Blitz is more than his mistake. That he is making amends. That he is sweet and kind and children love him.
Then he’ll be gone.
Chapter 20
Wednesday morning I plan to dress for the academy and see Blitz, but my mother has other ideas.
She comes into my room far earlier than usual. “Your father has signed you up for an all-day study class for the SAT,” she says. “I’m going to go with you. Andy is staying with the Wallers.” Mindy’s family.
I want to refuse to do it, to say no. I want to see Blitz. He’s only going to be at the academy another week.
But after yesterday, surely he won’t leave.
“Hop in the shower,” Mom says. “We leave in half an hour.”
I was up half the night texting Blitz, so I’m definitely off schedule. As soon as she leaves the room, I race to the desk drawer where I’ve hidden the phone. In order to charge it, I’ve kept the drawer out a little, placed the phone behind it, and plugged it in directly behind the back panel, so nothing can be seen.
There are several messages this morning. He’s heading up to see the Tappin’ Grandmas soon. Hannah has made the video team work all night on the video and there should be a rough cut to view this afternoon. He hopes I can come up and see it with him.
No no no no. I won’t be able to do any of that!
