Her home seemed cozy and well loved. It was the kind of place that looked lived in and welcoming. It was inviting and made him feel comfortable, and he liked that. The layout was open concept, and obviously designed to look shabby chic, with big comfortable furniture and kitschy artwork. The retro end tables were painted off-white and had a distressed finish, each one adorned with matching Tiffany lamps. The walls were colored a pleasing eggshell blue, and one entire wall was a built in book shelf, stuffed to the brim with different types of literature, textbooks, family photographs in mismatched frames, and funky trinkets that appeared to come from various countries around the world. Her dining room table was an old country door, painted white to match the end tables, with benches on either side in place of chairs. The chairs were turquoise, with a shiny lacquer polish. Her place definitely matched her personality, Leo mused.
He made himself comfortable on the couch and picked up a Time magazine from the coffee table. He had only read through the first few pages when Nora walked back into the room. Leo stood up immediately, hoping she would appreciate the gesture. She rewarded him with a brilliant smile.
“Wow, you look great!” Leo said, quick with the compliment and walking right over to greet her. She wore a sexy black cross-over dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, along with a pair of strappy sandals that buckled around her ankles. He wondered just what was under that dress and hoped he would find out sooner rather than later.
“Well worth the wait, although you looked pretty good in that bathrobe, too,” he teased, flashing her a cheeky grin, happy that he was able to coax a laugh out of her.
“Thank you. You look pretty good yourself,” she flattered, inching herself toward him. “That’s a really great suit. Armani?”
Leo nodded and held his arms open, inviting her into his embrace. She allowed him to give her a proper hug. He inhaled deeply, her scent intoxicated him, imprinting itself in his memory. He kissed the top of her head and she looked up at him, raising her chin in a welcoming gesture. He didn’t waste the moment and swiftly brought his mouth down on hers, sharing a kiss even more passionate than the one they had shared when parting after their first date. She tentatively parted her lips, inviting his tongue into her mouth, a soft moan announcing her approval.
His arousal was no surprise, but if they continued kissing like this much longer, Leo doubted they would make it to the club. He was ready to fuck her right then and there, and his swollen cock was in full agreement. She must have sensed his need because she placed her hands on his chest, gently gesturing for him to stop. She looked up at him, her eyelids heavy with need. He was glad to see that she was as turned on as he was.
“We need to either leave this apartment right now, or you will need to slip back into that bathrobe,” Leo teased, using his fingertips to brush her hair away from her eyes, a gesture that he knew women found hard to resist.
“Mmmmm, tempting,” Nora purred, kissing his chin softly, “but you promised me a dance.”
“That’s true, and have I got some moves to show you,” he grinned, playfully spinning her around.
“On the dance floor or in the bedroom?” Nora baited, tempting his libido.
“Which would you prefer?” Leo flirted slyly, and without skipping a beat, pulled her in for another quick kiss.
“Mmmmm, I haven’t decided yet,” she teased, easing herself out of his embrace. “Let’s see how you do on the dance floor first.”
She winked at him and headed for the door, inviting him to follow with a nod of the head. “Sounds like a challenge, Nora,” Leo chuckled, following her to the door.
“Well, it wouldn’t be as much fun if I just laid down and lifted my skirt, now would it?” she chirped back playfully, her sassiness enticing him.
“I don’t know about that,” Leo jeered, certain she was right.
He didn’t mind chasing his dinner first, working up a bit of an appetite. He would be more than happy to eat her later, he thought mischievously, opening the door for her.
She smirked at him, shaking her head derisively and walked out ahead of him. His eyes landed on the juicy curve of her ass and he moaned softly, closing her door behind them.
* * *
The Grenada Club was the place to be on Thursday nights. They had a fantastic DJ that kept the dance floor moving, mixing it up with cha-cha, bachata, salsa, and merengue tunes. It had been over a year since Leo had been there and he was happy to see it was still hopping. As soon as he heard the Latin music playing, he was reminded of how much he loved to dance. He hoped that even if Nora was not a good dancer, she would at least be open to trying. The last time he brought a date here, she refused to dance at all, in spite of Leo’s coaxing, so they just sat at the bar and listened to the music, watching other people have all the fun. After that disaster he hadn’t returned, not wanting to duplicate the experience. Until today.
Leo escorted Nora to a booth and they sat down. He was happy to see that she was smiling and took it as a great sign. He’d had a good feeling about her from the moment they met, and hoped she would be down for the scene. After the waitress took their drink order Leo slid closer to Nora and took her hand in his. He surveyed the room, admiring the young crowd mixing it up on the dance floor. Especially the women, who dressed in provocative clothing under the multicolored lights, their body parts flashing while their partners shimmied them around the room. Their energy was infectious.
“So, what do you think?” he asked, loud enough to be heard above the beat of the Latin music.
He gestured around the room so she would understand what he was asking. Nora nodded her approval, her eyes glowing with excitement. She looked hot tonight. She had changed her hair from their last date, this time curls framed her pretty face, making her look fresh and youthful. He nodded his approval, and gave her a quick kiss on the mouth. She seemed pleasantly surprised, as though she was unaccustomed to public displays of affection. So she was a little shy, he thought, he kind of dug it. It would be fun coaxing her out of her shell.
“Let’s dance,” he ordered playfully, not giving her a chance to decline.
He slipped out of the booth first and then helped her stand up. She didn’t hesitate at all, smiling as Leo led her out on the floor. He pulled her in close, dancing her into the middle of the crowd, effortlessly avoiding the gyrating, sweaty bodies encircling them. Nora was tentative at first, but soon she was swinging her hips and laughing as Leo embraced, dipped and spun her around to the sultry Latin rhythms. She was a natural dancer and looked damn sexy doing it.
They danced for close to an hour, touching, teasing and connecting with each other, moving in perfect rhythm with each other until their feet begged for a break. Finally, they made their way back to their booth and found their drinks waiting for them, ice melted but untouched. A gin and soda for Nora, and the same for Leo, minus the gin. They sat down and picked up their glasses, toasting each other wordlessly, each of them taking a long sip before setting them down again.
“I haven’t danced in years!” Nora shouted, ensuring Leo would hear her.
“You are actually pretty good! Did you take lessons?” he wondered, pleased to have a partner that could keep up with him, especially someone as sexy as Nora.
“Yes. My sister and I both, although she is much better. She dances professionally. You might have seen her on Dance With Me. She’s in the troupe,” she explained, doing her best to be heard over the noise.
Leo smiled and shook his head. He didn’t watch much reality television, but was impressed nevertheless.
“I haven’t seen it,” he replied loudly in return. “You can really move. What were you trained in?”
Nora looked at him carefully, trying to read his lips and then smiled in understanding.
“Ballroom and Latin, but I stopped lessons once I went to college. I was too busy with everything,” she trailed off, her words getting lost in the din.
“What?” Leo asked, missing her last few words. Nora
shook her head, appearing mildly amused by the level of the music.
“Forget it, let’s just dance,” she giggled, shimmying her way out of the booth. “Too noisy to talk!”
Leo let Nora lead him out on to the dance floor again. They arrived just as a cha-cha ended and a sultry rumba began. Perfect, Leo thought, a slow one. He couldn’t have timed it any better.
He pulled her in close, stroking his hands up and down her body—taking advantage of the moment, the music, and the mood. Nora accepted his romantic caresses, moving her body sensually to the rhythms, grinding herself into him with deliberate intent. She appeared lost in the music as well, and just as turned on as he was. In fact, he was so turned on he had to remind himself that they were in a dance hall filled with hot, horny strangers, instead of the privacy of his bedroom.
Nora melted her back against his chest while his hands explored her, his fingertips outlining her body, from the curve of her hip all the way up her torso, finally tracing the inside of her breast. She shuddered under his seduction, his mouth inches from her neck, his breath cooling her damp flesh. His erection pressed against her ass, straining to pleasure her, in spite of the layers of clothing between them.
“God, I want you,” he whispered in her ear. She sighed deeply, and turned around, allowing him to dip her. He brought his mouth gently down on hers before raising her to her feet again. Her green eyes were soft with need, pleading for something more.
“Let’s get out of here, huh?” he suggested hopefully. He pulled her close enough to feel the hardness of his cock, so she would have no doubt what he wanted from her. She smiled knowingly at him and nodded, and with no hesitation, he led her off the dance floor.
As soon as the tab was paid, he escorted her to his car, stopping every now and then to kiss her. He couldn’t believe how into her he was. Yes, he wanted to fuck her, but more than that, he wanted to please her. Curiously, he hadn’t felt that way about a woman in a very long time.
CHAPTER 8
NORA
Nora’s attraction for Leo was undeniable, and their chemistry was off the charts. She had always considered herself a lady, modest to a fault, but when he held her on that dance floor she was ready to drop her panties right then and there. He couldn’t get her home fast enough.
Leo was a fiery, passionate man, no question. She loved how comfortable he was with his body, and how open he was about expressing his needs. It was refreshing, and such a contrast to her modesty. He made her feel safe to explore her own desires. He made her feel beautiful and sexy.
Neither of them spoke much on the drive home, as though words would have broken the spell they were under. Leo’s hand was on her thigh the entire way, kissing her at almost every red light, and it was during one of those hot kisses that his hand slipped over her wet panties to gently massage her clit. Her body responded so intensely she just about went through the roof of the car. Had the light not turned green she would have cum for him, right then and there.
By the time they walked into her apartment, she was ready to be fucked. It was clear to Nora from the get go that Leo was a ladies man, or a player to anyone who wasn’t 80. She had every intention of getting to know him better before sleeping with him, but her body had different ideas and at the moment her libido was fully in charge and willing to sacrifice her principles.
Nora freshened up in the bathroom and found Leo on the couch where she had left him. He held his hand out to her, gesturing for her to come to him. As quickly as she took his hand, he pulled her onto his lap, kissing her passionately. Although his tongue was eager to find hers, his kisses were slow and sensual. She appreciated his control. He laid her back on the couch, still kissing her, and tucked himself in beside her, exploring her body with his free hand. She sighed softly, unable to hide her desire. She wanted him to touch her, to tease her, to make her cum.
He seemed completely tuned in to her needs, sensing exactly what she wanted. He slipped his hand slowly down her body and loosened the ties on her dress revealing her bare skin and lacy lingerie underneath. Leo groaned the moment he saw her, and buried his face in her neck, sucking on her soft sensitive skin. Nora gasped, her body tingling from the intense sensation. His teeth grazed her flesh, hovering in that sweet spot between pleasure and pain, intensifying her yearning for him.
She raised her hips to meet his hand as it curiously made it’s way down her body, and over the curve of her belly. Words were unnecessary, he understood her body language perfectly, slipping the palm of his hand over her mound. Nora moaned deeply, signaling her consent in a way that no man could resist. He intuitively massaged her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure for her body to respond. That wasn’t an easy trick, and she was impressed by his skill. He seemed so connected to her, his eyes watching her intently, waiting for her signals. Just as the first wave of her pleasure surged, he brought his lips down on hers again, deliciously crushing her mouth. Fingers, lips, tongue, mouth, his eagerness was enough to send her over the edge and she came with surprising intensity, quivering under his touch.
“Fuck, that was hot,” he croaked, barely managing to utter the words. She could feel the pressure of his swollen cock against her leg and shuddered in anticipation of what was to come.
“Ya, it was,” Nora agreed, looking deep into his eyes and trying to catch her breath.
He played with her hair affectionately, warmly smiling at her while she recovered. She reached for him and eagerly pulled him back into another kiss, appreciating the gesture. Without missing a beat, Leo rolled on top of her, effortlessly spreading her legs apart. She could feel his hardness against her, the heat of his cock warming her center, exciting her. She grabbed his ass and pulled him closer, pressing him against her even tighter. He groaned his approval, encouraging her to not stop.
She didn’t want to stop. She couldn’t remember ever being so aroused. If he wanted to rip her soaking wet panties off and fuck her right then and there, she was ready for him. He must have sensed her urgency, because he shifted himself to the side and reached down between her legs, slipping the cloth of her underwear to the side, plunging his two fingers deep inside her. She gasped, trying to catch her breath as he fucked her with his hand, gently at first until he realized how close she was to another orgasm. She opened herself to him, her wetness spreading over her thighs.
“Cum for me,” he whispered, his words demanding, dirty and full of need. “Show me how good my fingers feel inside you, Nora. Let it go.”
Nora had never had a man talk to her like that before. It was sexy as hell that he wanted to please her, and it made her feel confident and daring all at once. She could feel herself surging again, and looked up at Leo, wide eyed and full of excitement. He grinned at her devilishly, knowing exactly what she needed. He began stroking her g-spot, milking the little mound, and building the pressure up inside her. At last her body climaxed and she cried out as another orgasm ripped through her womb, sending delicious little jolts of electricity throughout her body. She held on to him tightly until the tension in her muscles released her. She shook uncontrollably beneath him, trying to get her bearings back.
Leo shifted himself so that he could gently ease his fingers out of her. To her surprise and delight he brought them to his mouth and proceeded to lick her cream off of them, slow and deliberate while she watched. He groaned softly, clearly enjoying the taste of her spice. Nora brought her hand to her mouth and giggled quietly, still dazed by pleasure.
“You have to be the sweetest thing I have ever tasted,” he growled, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of her panties. “I think it’s time to take these off so I can try some more.”
He peeled her panties down and easily slipped them over her feet, exposing her to himself for the first time. He crouched down and ran his tongue up the inside of her thigh, stopping to gently suck and nibble her sensitive flesh on the trail to her pussy. She squirmed underneath him, every nerve ending responding to his touch. As much as she loved the attention,
she wanted nothing more in that moment than to touch him and offer him the pleasure he just brought her.
“Leo...,” she whispered tentatively, “you’re fucking amazing.”He sat up on his elbows and grinned at her, looking pretty pleased with himself.
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” he teased, raising his eyebrows in jest. Nora laughed and reached down between her legs, grasping his face in her hands.
“Come up here and kiss me,” she urged, gesturing him to come to her. He raised himself and shimmied up her body, stopping half way to kiss the mounds of each breast being pushed up by her bra. Finally he found her lips and offered her a deep, passionate kiss. She could faintly taste herself on his lips.
“Your turn, Leo. Can we switch places?” she pleaded, determined to ask for what she wanted. He grinned down at her and nodded, shifting himself off the sofa so that he was kneeling on the floor beside her.
He helped her sit up and she gave him another kiss, her tongue gently teasing his while her hand slid down his body searching for his cock. She ran her hand down the length of him, impressed by his girth. Anxious to see him, her hands fumbled to unfasten his zipper...
You know that it would be untrue
You know that I would be a liar
If I was to say to you Girl,
we couldn’t get much higher
Come on baby, light my fire
Come on baby, light my fire.
“Is that The Doors?” Nora asked, laughing at the irony of the ringtone, given his profession.
“Fuck. Sorry, my phone... I have to answer that...,” Leo offered apologetically, scrambling for his suit jacket. “I forgot I’m on call.”
Nora let out a deep sigh, partially from disappointment but mainly to bring herself back into the present. She waited for him to finish his call, trying not to eavesdrop, but failing miserably. It was clear from his end of the conversation that it was his dispatcher calling him.
“I’m so sorry, Nora. I’m going to have to go,” he explained, helping her stand up. He pulled her dress back into place so that she could tie it back up. He looked as disappointed as she felt. “They wouldn’t call unless they really needed me.”
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