by Sabrina York
Without stopping the attention, he dipped a hand between her legs, feeling for wetness through the fabric.
“Someone wants me as much as I want her.”
“Mmmm.”
He curled his hand under her thong, trailing the outside edges first, before delving in. Raul sank two fingers into her pussy and, greedy, she pushed onto him. She wanted more. And he wanted her just as much. More of her. All of her. How could he have ever doubted this date?
“What color are these? They look so good against your skin.”
She glanced down, as if she had forgotten what she’d put on that evening. “Salmon.”
“Almost a pink,” he said. “It’s now my favorite color.”
He moved down her body, bracing her legs open with his elbows as he scooted lower. Her feminine fragrance floated toward him, and he inhaled, sticking the tip of his tongue out and flicking through the fabric, right where her clit should be. Her thighs tensed on either side of his shoulders, and he chuckled.
“That’s the spot.”
A darker wetness seeped through the center of her panties. Once he removed her underwear, there would be one less barrier to keep him from sliding into her—all the way home. He’d have her as much as he could throughout the night, and tomorrow nothing would be the same.
He’d growled like a lion when he’d taken off her bra, and now he lay between her thighs, teasing her. She tightened her legs, urging him on. Amazing how fast she’d gone from zero to oh-my-God-fuck-me-now. It’d been so long since she’d had sex. She’d lied about being able to give it up.
Sure, she could focus on the physical training of her job, if she still had one. She didn’t need the distraction of a relationship. Men were boorish, and in her profession, either they were gay or taken or sexist pigs who wanted to date busty booty grinders.
Or at least that’s what she’d thought, and had been pretty much convinced until that moment. Raul worked in the industry, and had depth. She’d been the one to jump to conclusions and to stereotype. Now, she couldn’t wait to finish stripping off their clothes and have Mr. Chorographer planning moves between her thighs.
He lifted her leg, and placed a kiss on her instep. Isabel flexed, point outward, and he trailed his mouth along the curves of her ankle and then the muscles of her calf. Moving up her thighs, he got oh-so-close to the spot between her legs, and then skipped over to her stomach, worshipping her belly button.
“Your breasts are perfect,” he said. She missed the chance to answer when he wrapped his mouth around of one of her nipples and sucked. She bucked beneath him. Sensations of pleasure traveled from her nipple, directly to her crotch. Each lick sent awareness throughout every inch of her. Oh boy, did he have a talented tongue.
And then he touched her. Slipped two fingers under the edge of her underwear and teased her vagina. She held her breath, waiting for more.
“So impatient, aren’t you? Since you are a ballet dancer, I’m expecting some great stamina from you.”
He sucked her clit through the fabric.
“Mmmm. So good,” she said.
“Yes, you are so good. Delicious. In fact, I need to take this off you.”
He moved to the side of her, and a sense of emptiness between her legs grew. Already, she’d become used to his weight, his warmth. How would she feel once he sank his cock into her very depths?
Her thoughts and sanity ran away. She wasn’t a shrinking violet or a virgin waiting to be plucked. Why would she lie there and wait for him to do whatever he wished with her?
“Lift your hips,” he ordered, sliding off her matching pair of lace panties.
He sucked in a breath, and flung the clothing across the room. Beneath the dainty fabric, neatly trimmed hair provided a nice peekaboo to what lay at the heart of her sex. Delicate pink lips. He pushed back the hood, exposing her clit, and rubbed his slick thumb over the sensitive nub. She moaned and lifted her hips.
He blew over her clit, and she thanked him with a squeeze of her thighs.
“Stop teasing me.”
“It’ll be my pleasure.”
He licked with the tip of his tongue, sucking on the tender spot, while working his fingers in and out of her pussy. Her muscles tightened around him, and he added a third finger for good measure, stretching her even farther. He removed his fingers and tongue-fucked her, eliciting deep, guttural sounds from her.
“Feels so good.”
He slipped his other hand beneath her, cradling her ass and holding her steady. Time stopped, and she broke apart beneath his lips with a shuddered breath. He rose, continuing to rub her, eking out every moment.
“That’s it, baby. Let yourself go.”
She lay on the chaise, spent, arms spread and her legs even wider. She gave him a smile and, despite what they’d just done, still managed to appear modest or shy. He’d have to break her of the habit soon enough.
“Hi,” she said. “Wonderful feeling.” She gave a gaping yawn then blushed when she finished. “Sorry”
“Not time for sleep yet,” Raul said. “We’ve got a lot more playtime left.”
Chapter Four
Arms behind her neck, Isabella stretched, drawing his attention back to her nudity. Once she had him distracted, she flipped the tables, pushing him over onto his back and straddling him.
“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?”
She admired his chiseled chest and tapered waist. He didn’t sit behind a desk all day. This man produced on the dance floor.
Isabella slid her hand down between their bodies, and he twitched his cock toward her warmth.
“You were taking much too long to get to the good stuff, and I think your mouth can be better served elsewhere.”
She kissed him, long and drawn out, sucking in his air, running her tongue along his teeth. A shock wave of pleasure pulsed through her as he nipped her lower lip. She ground her pussy against his cock.
“Oh fuck, you feel so damn good.” He gripped her ass, squeezing her hard. “I’m not done with you yet.”
She scratched his stomach with her fingernails, pushing down his underwear, leaving him naked and standing to attention. Licking her lips, she eyed his glorious cock and tilted her head to the side.
“Do they call you lefty?”
“Hey now.” He reached for her. “I’ve never had any complaints.”
“Who says I’m complaining? He’s quite beautiful.”
She stroked the silky skin. He closed his eyes, biting his lip. Even better, he wouldn’t see what came next.
Slow, and with deliberation, she lapped the head, tonguing the slit and deep throating him, sucking as hard as possible.
“Che, ’Bella. That feels too good.” His words came out in short bursts.
Continuing to suck him, she moved her hands in a dance of their own, her fingers splayed over his slick skin. His groan drew her attention, and she glanced up and froze.
His body appeared to flicker, become transparent. She blinked, and he returned in focus.
Bizarre.
“Oh, baby. I don’t want you to stop, but I want you to do something better.”
“Are you sure? We still have all night.”
He captured her within his strong arms. “Let’s move this into the bedroom.”
They walked, not breaking the physical connection. Partway there, Raul grabbed for a wooden box on a shelf and winked.
“Condoms. It’s like manna from Castillo Resorts!”
With a quickened pace, Raul guided her toward the wall. In sync with his thinking, she ripped the foil package and rolled the condom over his waiting cock, before looping one ankle over his hip.
The notes formed in his head as he touched her. Not only the sound of them but he could see the respective keys on a piano as they played. When he gripped her hips, he heard C minor, and when he traveled over her curvaceous ass, an E major chord. And those delicious breasts—pure Db major.
He probed the edge of her sex, and she used her str
ong thigh muscles to lift, impaling herself on his cock. Cupping her ass, he held her tight, plowing into her wet embrace. She held onto his shoulders, riding out the onslaught.
Fucking a dancer had its perks. Limber as hell, she wrapped her legs around his waist and held the position long enough to take them both into physical and mental oblivion.
“Wow,” she said, relaxing. “Twice, and we haven’t even made it to the bed yet.”
“Beds are overrated. How’s your back? I didn’t get too rough, did I?”
“I can take that, and a whole lot more. But do you feel like a soak in the hot tub out there?”
“Hell yeah!” he said.
“Can we go nude?”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
He scooped her up and headed for the balcony. Isabella let out a whoop. “Are you going to carry me all night long?”
“Maybe. You’re so light…easy to pick up and manipulate where I want you.”
“As if I haven’t heard that one before.”
Somehow, he managed to open the sliding door. The coolness of the Southern California evening tingled on her bare skin. Steam rose from the hot tub.
He placed her on the steps and smacked her bottom as she tested the water with her foot.
“Ouch! Why did you do that?”
“You’re gorgeous, and I couldn’t help myself. I’ll be right back.”
With a sigh, she sank into the depths, the water clinging to her body in a warm hug. Just the perfect amount of heat. She dipped her head back, wetting her hair. It would kink up as it dried, but she didn’t care.
Raul returned, carrying towels, two glasses of champagne with floating raspberries, and a condom. He placed the loot on the side table.
She raised her eyebrows. “Think you’re going to get lucky again?”
“Odds are pretty good. Wanna make a bet?”
“Pretty presumptuous of you.”
He splashed into the water, overspill sloshing on the cement, and she laughed.
“Call me confident,” he replied.
Being with Isabella came so naturally, like he’d known her for so much longer than the few hours they’d had together. Perhaps their common backgrounds, passions, and life within the dance world made them feel even closer. He could envision sharing the various ups and downs with her.
“Tell me about your latest production,” he said. “What show will you be doing next?”
Her smile faltered. “I don’t know if I’ll be dancing anymore. The company put me on hiatus.”
“What?” He straightened, getting serious. “Why?”
“Change in ownership. I got hurt a few times, and honestly, I want something more.”
“I can understand that feeling.” After cranking out music videos, Raul wanted to give back to the community he’d come from. “That’s why I started the nonprofit organization, and afterschool program. The popstars help fund the projects. The studio offers at-risk teens an alternative to hanging out on the streets, and potential for the future.”
“Do they all have dreams of stardom?”
“Not all the teens are dancers. Some work in the office and learn the behind-the-scenes business.”
Plus, he’d bought his mami and pop a new home, in a better neighborhood.
“Have you thought of what else you’d like to do? How about teaching?”
She wiped a tear, and did a so-so gesture. “That’s a possibility, but I may not be able to earn a living and fuel that desire, too.”
Could his production company use someone with her talent? They’d talk about it later.
“I’m sorry for bringing up the subject. I just wanted to know more about your life, outside of tonight.”
“Can we get back to more of the light banter?” She scooted around the tub, coming to rest on his lap.
He angled his cock, and like a heat-seeking missile, it nestled into her cleft. He didn’t need any more prep time. Being with her kept him in a state of constant readiness.
Isabella faced the reality of her future every damn day. Right then, she wanted this hunk of man between her legs. She leaned over the side of the tub and grabbed the condom, praying the hotel provided the right type for liquid extracurricular activities.
Before she turned around, Raul took the package from her hand, put the condom on, then he took her from behind, doggy style, gripping her hips for leverage.
She rocked backward, and his cock slammed into her, propelling her forward. Her lover reached around her and stimulated her nipples, causing her to arch into him.
“Yes, keep going.”
She angled toward the jets—the pulsating water hit her clit while Raul fucked her. Nothing delicate the third time around. Just pure pleasure. She screamed his name as her orgasm overtook her—the high streaking through her body like the standing ovation of a full house.
***
Small murmurs escaped from Isabella as she slept. She didn’t move, but lay with one arm flung over her forehead and her legs splayed. Not someone used to sharing a bed and cuddling, Raul surmised.
Why had he resisted dating dancers for so long? Not all of them had to be like his ex, Cristina—the most selfish lover he’d ever had. The first few times they’d been together, he thought it was cute how fast she came, rubbing her clit as she pumped his cock. But after the third time of her rolling over and going to sleep with the excuse she couldn’t exert or be too tired for the performance the next day, it lost its charm. All she’d done was lie there and let him finish.
No, Isabella seemed to enjoy getting physical, She proved to be quite adventurous, and that knowledge turned him on even more.
His heart hurt at the thought of the coming morning. Raul feared letting go and falling asleep. He wanted to stay in the here-and now, holding her, and memorizing the murmurs she made. He didn’t know what tomorrow held. The night would be over soon enough. If he went to sleep, what if he never woke? He wanted to cherish every last moment with her.
Chapter Six
The jaay-jaay of a blue jay roused Isabella from her sleep. She stretched out, seeking Raul’s warmth, but found an empty space and cold sheets. Her heart thumped. Had he left without saying good-bye? Without waking her? She thought they’d shared something special, but just like that, gone.
The sheer curtains near the balcony billowed outward, and she shivered, holding the covers against her nakedness. The sounds of birds chirping and waves crashing floated in on the breeze. Wait. That sound woke her. A breeze came in from the open glass door.
She wrapped in a thick purple velour robe, knotting the tie loosely, and pulled her hair up in a band. If Raul was out there, he’d seen her at her best and worst over the night. She cringed at the memory of informing him of not hiring her. Nearing the balcony, she saw his strong back, tapering down to his narrow waist. The hunch of his wide shoulders gave the impression of grief, as if he’d suffered a great loss. He whistled and tossed some breadcrumbs, left from their dinner last night. Feeding the birds.
She stood right outside the door, watching him. Should she intrude upon his private moment?
“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” he asked, without even turning around to confirm her presence.
“No, I’m usually up before now anyway. I can’t believe I slept in this late.”
He sat on the outdoor love seat, and patted the cushion next to him.
“Are we going to get into trouble feeding the wildlife?” she asked, sliding beside him.
He rested his hand on the inside of her knee. Shivers started at the point of contact and continued upward. Despite making love three times over the evening, one touch and she wanted him again. Time to say good-bye?
“I don’t think so. They have bird feeders along the walkway. They’re tucked into the trees, more hidden from view, but something tells me the owners, or someone, likes the animals.”
“Seems like it. How did you sleep?” Isabella asked. An inane question. Of course, he’d say, fine, and t
hen what? Why didn’t she ask what she wanted to: Will we see each other again? What if they ran into each other on a professional level? She would never be able to see him the same way. And forget about watching any of the awards shows or videos he choreographed. Cripes.
“I didn’t sleep at all. I watched you. Anyone ever tell you how peaceful you look in slumber? You murmur, and your bottom lip quivers every now and then.” He ran the tips of his fingers down the bridge of her nose and her full lower lip. “You even snore a little bit.”
“Did I? I must have been knocked out. You wore me out. Sorry if I kept you awake.”
And damn. That was it. She’d proved a poor bed partner. He wouldn’t want to be with her again. The entire setup lasted one night. She should never have come. She should have known she wouldn’t be able to take the evening so lightly, after being paired with a man like Raul, with his complexity and his big heart.
“Oh, you didn’t keep me up.” He turned to gaze out at the turbulent ocean. “I had the oddest feeling if I fell asleep, I might never wake up. And I might never see you again. So I cherished every moment.”
Hope glimmered through her psyche. “You did? You would?”
“I gotta be honest with you, Bella, and I may sound crazy, but part of me feels like I shouldn’t be here at all. It’s like my body and soul are split, and I’m in two places at once.”
“Where else do you have to be?” And here comes the letdown. He liked her. He really did. But right then wasn’t the right time. He had some other obligation he had to take care of, despite all they had shared.
“While I didn’t sleep, I kinda drifted. On nights like these I lie awake and visualize dance steps, bodies moving in motion. Oh, the wondrous things I could choreograph for you, given the chance.”
His voice drifted off, and she stayed quiet, waiting for him to continue and hoping for the best.
