“Accentuates your breasts perfectly.”
“Leo!” she tells me off, and the vendor laughs loudly.
“Just what my husband says when I put them on. It’s why I keep making them.”
“Don’t encourage him. He really doesn’t need it.”
“Lovely, embrace it. He’s a cutie.”
The vendor winks at me, and I jokingly make a big thing of grabbing Elise’s arm to signify I’m a taken man.
Elise and the lady laugh.
“Thank you,” Elise says to the vendor.
We continue our path down the rows of craft booths, and all the while, jazz music plays in the background from a live stage somewhere in the building. We stop another couple times. I buy a lace tablecloth to send to my mamá. I know she likes them, and it will hopefully give her happy memories of the time she spent living here. Eventually we reach the food section of the booths. My nose is assaulted with all the delicious smells. I don’t know where to go first to eat, but my stomach rumbles, telling me it’s interested in the food and getting it quickly.
“What do you fancy?” I ask.
“I don’t know. It all looks so delicious and smells even better. I love Cajun cuisine. I really don’t eat it enough. It’s not the sort of food a Hollywood actress can eat and stay in shape.”
“I guess they only eat lettuce leaves in boiled water.”
“You jest…”
“Then feast away. I’m going to get some of the gumbo. What do you want?”
“I’ll have jambalaya, but can we also get some boudin balls and maybe some calas for dessert. God, I’d forgotten about those deep fried rice cakes, Mama always used to make calas on a Sunday.”
“Of course, why don’t you take a seat at one of the tables, and I’ll get us a selection of things.”
“Thank you.”
Elise starts to walk away, and I momentarily admire her backside again before remembering she‘s probably thirsty.
“What do you want to drink?” I call out.
“Just water, please,” Elise replies.
I watch as she finds a seat for us, and having made herself comfortable, she turns her attention to the Ella Fitzgerald tribute act on the stage. I take a moment to admire her before getting the food. She has the biggest smile on her face, and her body’s swaying to the tempo. She’s definitely mine now.
It doesn’t take me long, and I join Elise at the table just as the music changes to a Ray Charles tribute.
“My daddy always used to play his music on a Sunday afternoon. We’d sit reading books or doing puzzles as we listened to it,” Elise tells me with a hint of sadness in her voice.
“He was a good man, your father—the best.”
“He was. There isn’t a day that goes by I don’t miss him. I wish he could have seen Izzy.”
“I’m sure he’s up there looking down on her.”
“It’s a thought I hold in my heart.”
Elise picks up her knife and fork and starts diving into her jambalaya. She groans with how delicious it tastes. I take a mouthful of my gumbo and make the same noise.
“This is the best food ever.”
She picks up a pork boudin ball next and pops it into her mouth.
“That’s it. I’m going to start cooking Cajun food!” she exclaims.
“I hope I’ll get an invite for dinner.”
“You might not want to. I haven’t really cooked properly for ages. I wonder if Gabby will give me some lessons?”
I take one of the boudin balls and devour it.
“I’m sure she will.”
“I miss your mamá’s Spanish cooking.”
“I miss it as well. I’m afraid she didn’t pass her cooking genes onto me. I burn toast nine times out of ten.”
“I’m sure that’s not true, but I might look at getting a cook for the future for us.”
We both fall silent at her words.
Eventually Elise says, “If it comes to that, of course.”
“It will.” I reply adamantly and reach out to take her hand.
We eat the rest of our meal in silence, listening to the jazz bands playing on the stage. We finish off our calas, and I go back for another helping. They are so delicious.
“I think they may have to expand the waistband of my dress this week. I’m not going to fit in it after this meal.”
“I think they may have to do the same with my pants and cover up my top half. The dance enthusiasts won’t get to see me with a six pack unless I do a few extra sit-ups.”
“Totally worth it, though.” Elise chuckles, and I agree with a nod of my head.
The music quickens, and a few people start dancing around by the stage, trying to keep to the rhythm with their moves.
“Shall we join them?” I point to the struggling dancers.
“Hell, yes.”
Elise jumps up and leads me to the stage area as more and more people join the dancing, and it turns into an impromptu party. The atmosphere in the room is full of happiness. I don’t know how long we dance for but toward the end even I’m exhausted. Elise steps out and I follow her. She yawns and when I look at my watch I see it’s eleven, we arrived here at six pm. The time has just flown by.
“Shall we get going?”
Elise checks her watch,
“My God, I didn’t realize that was the time. I need to check on Izzy. Gabby will be worried about me.”
We collect all our belongings and step outside. Elise finds her phone in her handbag and calls her friend.
“Hi, I’m so sorry, we lost track of the time,” she apologizes. I can’t hear what Gabby is saying, but I can tell Elise’s friend isn’t upset. “Is Izzy okay? She wasn’t worried.”
We both get into the car as Elise continues her conversation. I help her put on her seat belt.
“Really? You don’t have to. We can come and get her now?”
I cock my head toward Elise, worried something is wrong.
She shakes her head to signify everything is fine.
“Ok, well I’ll come over first thing. Thank you, Gabby, and thank Rhys for me as well. Bye.”
Elise finishes the call and places her phone down in her lap as I pull the car away from the parking space.
“Gabby is going to keep Izzy for the night. She fell asleep a couple hours ago, and she thinks it’ll be horrible to wake her. She was tired apparently.”
“I agree, let her sleep. We’ll go over for her first thing in the morning before training. She can spend the morning with us, and we can take her out for lunch before the dress rehearsal.”
“Thank you.” Elise leans back in the seat, her eyes flittering shut.
“Shall we go onto a club then?” I question with a playful note.
“Um…” Elise bites her lip. “We can if you want.”
“Or shall I take you home and get you into bed where I can cuddle you all night.”
“I much prefer that idea.” Elise reaches out to take my hand. “I’ve got an even better suggestion, though. How about you take me home and fuck me senseless?”
I put my foot down on the gas and possibly break a few speed limits.
Chapter 17
Elise
I’ve had one of the best evenings of my life. The time flew by, and the second I got in the car with Leo, I knew I didn’t want it to end. I’m secretly very happy Gabby offered to have Izzy overnight because it means I can put on my big girl panties, figuratively of course, and take the next step with Leo. I want him surrounding me, holding me, and inside me. Bringing me to orgasm, again and again, as we both show each other our true feelings.
Arriving home, I place my shopping bags down on the floor while Leo checks to make sure the front door is secure. All the time, we keep looking at each other but say nothing. My heart beats quicker, and I can feel my desire building between my thighs already.
“I can’t believe I have a second chance with you. I must have done something good in my life.” Leo pulls me flush to his bo
dy
“I think you’ve done lots of good in your life, Leo.”
He presses his lips against mine, and I return his affection by opening my mouth to deepen our kiss. Eventually he pulls away from me.
“I was an inexperienced schoolboy last time I was with you, Elise. I’ve changed, I’ve learned, and I’m going to spend the entire night showing you just how good I can make your body feel.”
“I don’t doubt it for one minute. You’re a man of your word, even if it’s taken fourteen years.”
I drop my hand for Leo to hold, and I lead him into my bedroom—it’s girly but not overly feminine. The white walls and building prints give it a touch of masculinity. The hundreds of pillows on my bed, not so much. Leo swipes them all off with one hand as I go to lay down, but he stops me.
“No, I want you to undress for me. Show me every inch of that beautiful body of yours.”
He takes a seat on the bed, leaving me standing in front of him. My fingers reach for the beads around my neck, and I pull them over my head. My hands shake with nerves. I’ve never done this before for anyone, but when my eyes meet Leo’s dark ones, I know I can do it.
My t-shirt is next. I take the hem and raise it up slowly. Leo watches every movement the fabric makes. When I reveal the white bra I’m wearing underneath, he licks his lips. I pull the t-shirt over my head and drop it to the floor before taking a step closer to Leo. He reaches out and runs his fingers in a feathered touch over my stomach. I feel chills cascade through my body.
“More.” His voice is raspy with desire.
I step out of my sandals. Then undoing the button of my jeans and the zipper, I turn to the side and start to lower them down my legs, which are newly toned from all the dancing. I pause halfway, and Leo reaches forward and gives my bottom a light tap.
“No stopping,” he orders, and I lower my jeans to the floor. Pulling them off my feet, I push them aside before standing up in front of Leo. The way he’s looking at me makes me feel beyond confident in my body.
“Mmm,” he murmurs and strokes over my stomach again and then up to my breasts. “Beautiful.”
I reach behind me and unhook my bra. Lowering the straps over my shoulders, I allow the cups to pool into my hands. They still cover my breasts, but when Leo raises an eyebrow at me, I lower them, and the bra falls away, leaving my breasts exposed to him. He begins to play with them, stroking his fingers over the skin and then up to the nipples that pebble with delight. My skin is sensitive there, and I shut my eyes to enjoy his exploration. His hands move to the waist band of my panties, and I open my eyes as Leo leans in and sniffs me.
“Succulent as always.”
He removes my panties, then pulling me toward him, he lays back on the bed and positions me so I’m straddling his face.
“Pretty.”
I should feel embarrassed being so exposed to him, but I’m not. I relish the way he worships my body, especially when he sticks his tongue inside me and laps at my desire. I feel the orgasm immediately building within me. Leo is a maestro with my body and plays it like the finest instrument. His fingers flick at my clit, and I ignite. A flurry of stars bursting in my head as the orgasm explodes, flooding my senses. I can hear myself calling Leo’s name while my body shakes and bathes him in my release, but it doesn’t sound like me. It sounds far away because I’m flying so high.
Leo withdraws his tongue from my body and flips me over, so I’m now laying flat on my back on the bed. He presses his lips to my mouth again, and I relish the flavor of them. It’s a mixture of him and me combined.
“See how wonderful you taste.”
He lathers my face with kisses, hard and fast then slow and seductive. I’m on the edge again so quickly it’s ridiculous. How can one man play my body this way and leave me with no control over it? When I’m with Leo, I’m a wanton harlot.
I lick my lips again, removing from them the last residue of my orgasm mixed with Leo.
“I taste like I need something bigger instead.”
See, complete whore.
Leo raises his eyebrow at me.
“I think I can oblige.”
It’s my turn to watch, and I push myself up onto my elbows to get a better view. Leo slides from the bed, removing his t-shirt as he goes, the rippling muscles of his chest and torso hold my attention. A professional dancer’s body definitely suits him. Next he lowers his jeans. The muscles of his thighs and the ass you could bounce a coin off send my blood pressure rising and my core clenching.
“Are you on the pill? I’m clean. I have regular checks every year and haven’t slept with anyone since the last all clear.”
“I don’t have regular checks.” I lower my head. “But the only person I’ve slept with is Simon, and after I left him, I was advised to have a test just in case. It was negative.”
“If you say no, I completely understand, but ever since our first time when we used a condom, I’ve dreamed of being inside you without one. Would you be okay with that?”
Leo sits on the edge of the bed, and the atmosphere in the room has turned serious.
“Have you been with many other girls? Any of them without a condom?”
I don’t know why I ask, but I want to know. The answer will hurt me, I’m sure of it, but I need to understand the life he’s lived while away from me.
“There have been a few. But nothing serious apart from the ex-girlfriend I told you about. None of them compared to you. That’s always been the problem—every time I slept with someone, I had you in my head. My first and only love. Fourteen years is a long time to be apart. I’ve never been bareback with anyone, though. I’ve only ever wanted to do that with you.” Leo reaches out to take my hand. He brings it up to his lips and kisses each of my fingers. “No pressure. We’ll use a condom. Both our mama’s will be happy that we’re being safe.” Leo laughs trying to lighten the mood. He reaches for his jeans and pulls out his wallet.
I take it from him, “No, I want you bare inside me.”
Leo smiles, and pushing me back on the bed, he throws the wallet aside.
“Whatever the lady wants, she gets.”
Leo whips his underwear down, and his erection springs free. I watch it for a few seconds, dwelling on how lucky I am. He positions himself at my entrance before slowly pushing in—each gentle thrust forward is followed by a moments pause to allow me to adjust to his intrusion. He was big the first time I slept with him, and I’m sure, if it’s possible, he’s grown even more over the fourteen years we’ve been apart. When he seats himself fully inside me, we both remain still as we stare into each other’s eyes.
“I’m home,” Leo utters on a barely heard breath.
“I know,” I respond in a whisper and shift my hips at the same time, encouraging him to move. He obliges, and I let out a feral growl of appreciation for the pleasure he’s giving me. Our bodies are entwined, and they settle into a natural rhythm, his moving in and out of me and mine welcoming him every time he plunges deep inside me.
Leo’s pace quickens as he crushes our lips together, joining them in a searching tango of emotions. I feel the destruction of my past flow out of my body, and I allow Leo to replace it with the confidence to believe I’m the woman he tells me I am.
Confident.
Pretty.
Intelligent.
A fantastic mama.
And an amazing lover.
All the things Simon took away from me.
Leo reaches down between us and strokes my clit. It’s all I need to come around his cock. He buries himself deep inside me as my climax sets off his own, and he calls my name while I feel his release coating my insides.
Still joined together on the bed, Leo holds me close as his cock starts to soften inside me. We don’t say a word—we just stare into each other’s eyes until eventually he falls out of me, and leaning forward, he kisses me on the nose.
“Damn, I could do that all night with you, but we have a heavy training session in the dance studio tomor
row.”
“I’m not sure I’ll be able to dance in the morning if we keep going.”
We shift on the bed, so my head is nestled on Leo’s chest.
“Maybe we’ll get a few hours’ sleep, and then we can do it once more before we go to rehearsals. I know for certain I’m not letting you out of this bed without being buried deep inside you at least one more time.”
“Deal.”
We both drift into a comfortable and contented slumber, waking twice during the night to make love to each other. The first time slow and searching, exploring positions. The second time hard and fast, causing the bed to shake so much I thought it might break. Yes, I was definitely going to have a thoroughly-fucked walk and be dancing strangely later on.
Chapter 18
Leo
“Our final couple tonight are Hollywood actress, Elise Landry, and her partner, Leo Westwood,” Vanessa announces to the audience.
The camera pans to Elise and me as we stand beside the stage. I can feel her shaking. She always gets nervous, but this is the part I relish, the moment before I dance. Our introduction video starts playing as we take our position on the dance floor. It’s a montage of our week in training, minus Elise on her knees giving me the most amazing blow job of my life. Thankfully, we had no cameras set up in the studio that day. It would have been embarrassing.
“I feel sick,” Elise whispers into my ear as the footage continues.
“You’ll be fine. Imagine we’re at home doing the dance in your bedroom…horizontally.” I place my lips close to her ear as I speak and feel her shiver at my words.
“My daughter’s watching.”
“Ok, maybe not.”
Elise lets out a little chuckle, and like that, all the nerves are gone.
The music starts, ‘Falling Slowly’ by Josh Groban, and we launch into the dance. Her body molds to mine, and when she moves away from me, her hips sway perfectly as her legs flex and straighten to create the movement just as it should be done. She loses herself in the emotion of the dance, and I join her while making sure she has one foot on the ground at all times. Even though I want to lift her up high and then settle her back down over my cock, it wouldn’t be advisable on live TV. Plus, lifts are illegal in the rumba, and I’m not going to risk losing any points.
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