Page 25 of Wounded Dance
I lean down to nip a little bite near his ribs. “Who says you have to?”
He groans and closes his eyes. He’s so erect, so close to me. I bite my way down those abs that make women swoon on his dance show. Then I’ve got him, tasting him, making him grab the sheets with both hands.
“Jesus, Livia,” he says.
I feel hot and needy. My hands make their way up his thighs, taut and strong, dancer’s legs. He shudders a little, and I know I’m taking him close to the edge. So I release him and work my way back up his body.
“I’m going to take you so hard,” he says, his hands on my waist.
I giggle as he flips me over on my back. My hair is everywhere, and by the time I can move it aside, his face is at my thighs, his fingers spreading me wide.
I suck in a breath, moved by the work he is doing. Now it’s my turn to clutch the sheets.
My hips move with him, and his hands slide up to massage my breasts. When I am just about to peak, he drifts away. I can feel his smile as he nips his way up my belly. “Turnabout’s fair play,” he whispers.
I groan and grasp his head in my hands. “Take me right now, Benjamin Castillo,” I say. “Or I’ll do a Burn Blitz Burn Tweet that will go so viral, it will make Twitter history.”
He laughs. “You have me by the tail, Princess.”
“Not yet,” I say.
“Oh yeah?” he taunts. “How about this?”
In one swift thrust, he’s inside. I gasp and clutch at him. “Blitz,” I say, then completely forget what else I had planned to say.
He works me over, his face above mine, his rhythm fast and hard. “Livia,” he says. “You know what I want from you.”
I do know. I close my eyes, lost in the sensation. He moves with grace and speed, and my body responds, hungry and eager.
His fingers move between us. My back arches. I can’t take it. I need this. I want it. Before I can make another coherent thought, I’m over the top, crying out. Bliss kisses me, moving fast, keeping up, then he holds still.
“What?” I ask him.
“Is it time?” he asks.
I know what he means. The pill. Our safe zone.
“Yes,” I tell him. “It’s been long enough.”
He only has to move a moment more and I feel it, and want to laugh, giddy. The warm rush of him inside me, emptying himself into me. We’ve never been so free, so close, so able to connect.
He drops his forehead to my shoulder. “God, Livia,” he says. “That’s…so wild.”
I hold on to his shoulders. “I know.”
“I actually haven’t ever done that.”
I go still. “Really?”
“Too…risky.”
I think about all his paternity suits. Those poor women. What were they thinking if he hadn’t even…wow. It wasn’t possible.
“I’m glad,” I say. “I get at least one first with you.”
He shakes his head against my neck. “Not true. There are others.”
I run my fingers through his hair. “What else, then?”
