Dance Like Nobody's Watching

by Luxie Ryder

His fingers found her clitoris and he pressed them flat against her, holding his hand still and allowing the rhythm of their bodies to cause the friction she would need to make her come again. Ty groaned in short ragged gasps, a sure sign that his peak was near, but with an intensity she’d never heard before. His almost painful cries echoed around the room, drowning out the music as it became louder.

  “Sherrie…I love you, baby. Come…come for me. Fuck! I can’t hold out…”

  His ragged pleas were all it took to send her tumbling over the edge, just as Ty let out a savage grunt and his free hand tangled in her hair. Sherrie reached behind to grab his thighs and urged him to stay buried deep inside her.

  When Ty ground to a halt and collapsed against her back, panting hot breaths across her skin, Sherrie eased away from him and dropped to the floor, unable to support even her own weight, never mind his. Ty sank to his knees beside her, laughing breathlessly as he rolled onto his back to lie panting on the marble tile. He reached for her and she crawled over to him, nestling her head against his shoulder as his arms went around her.

  The last strains of the music died away and a silence closed in around them. All Sherrie could hear was Ty’s heart beating as it thudded beneath her ear. She closed her eyes and focused on the sound. When it sped up suddenly, and for no apparent reason, she grinned, thinking he wanted to make love again. She gazed down to his cock, expecting to find it hard and ready for her.

  When she realized with a slight chuckle that it wasn’t, she gazed back at him, confused. Ty stared back at her, his heart in his eyes and a nervous smile curving his lips.

  “Marry me,” he said.

  Sherrie gasped in shock, and after a silent moment, was unable to do anything but nod. She couldn’t speak through the lump in her throat, so she nodded several more times, not wanting him to think the wrong thing. Tears threatened to spill. Ty chuckled, reaching up to cup her face in his hands, moving her face closer to capture her lips for a breathtaking kiss.

  Sherrie threw her arms around him and squeezed him as hard as she dared.

  Ty got up to get some wine, or so he said, but he came back with more than that. She stared in utter shock at the two carat, square cut diamond sitting on the shoulders of a platinum band. Smaller stones were embedded around it, and she couldn’t stop staring at how it sparkled from the firelight. It took her breath away.

  Ty slipped the ring on her finger. Tears slid over her cheeks and she couldn’t find the right words to thank him. It felt like a dream. She didn’t ever want to wake up. Ty gathered her in his arms and kissed her passionately, demanding her response. When he pulled away to gaze into her eyes, she struggled to speak. After everything she’d been through, trying to do her best while watching Ty from a distance, now he wanted her to be his wife.

  “Ty…I…I would love to marry you. Thank you for this beautiful ring.” Sherrie couldn’t risk saying more as another lump formed in her throat when he smiled, his love for her shining bright in his eyes.

  He brushed away her tears with his thumbs, and gave her one of his crooked grins, raising his eyebrows in the comical way he knew always made her giggle. “I hope you don’t think we’re dancing like that at our wedding.”

  Sherrie laughed through her tears and kissed him.

  The End

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