Rough Erotica

by Lexi Lovelost

  "Yes. I often choose to walk on nights like this," Milo replied. "The lights, the hum of the city. The rhythm. It's all so intoxicating. Part of the reason that I love living in the city. Keeps you upbeat and alive. Makes you keep remembering your purpose. Why you are here. Motivates you. Well, at least it motivates me."

  Milo turned to look at her.

  "How long have you been here in the city, Talia?"

  "Most of my life I lived about an hour from here. Nice quiet life. But my mother would bring me to the city for my dance classes and I decided that when I grew up, I would come live here."

  "So here you are."

  "Yes. So here I am."

  Talia glanced up at Milo to see something she'd never seen before.

  A smile.

  He was smiling as he slid his arm around the small of her back and gently pulled her close to him by the waist. Talia continued to follow his lead. She was interested in seeing where things would go for the night.

  The last thing that she wanted was to be disappointed. Anticipation had been building for far too long. And now here she was, finally getting a chance to spend a little time alone with Milo, and it would have nothing to do with dance. For months Talia dreamed of getting Milo's undivided attention outside of the studio.

  Something about Milo made Talia want to be closer to him, learn more about him, and learn more about herself. He'd been such a great teacher thus far. She wondered how much more she could learn from Milo.

  There was so much to learn. She was not experienced whatsoever and until now, she had not taken the time to learn much about relationships or sex for that matter.

  Talia was willing to let Milo be her teacher.

  The night was young. It could go anywhere.

  4

  Cocktails.

  Conversation.

  Casual company.

  There was so much to talk about. Talia loved the way that the conversation flowed so easily.

  "It feels like we've known each other for years."

  Milo sipped his drink. "Agreed. You are certainly intriguing, Talia. So much to offer."

  The music played, the drinks flowed, and the two enjoyed one another. Talia loved how closely Milo sat to her. He was so very attentive. It was exciting to have all of his attention in this way.

  "You are more than ready, Talia." He did not take his eyes off of her when he sipped his drink.

  "You really feel like that?"

  "I do," he replied. "You are way more amazing than you give yourself credit."

  She knew at this point that she was beaming with pride. "Milo, I really appreciate that compliment coming from you. I think that you are an amazing teacher and you have really pushed me to move beyond my fears. I know that I was holding myself back due to this injury."

  He lit a cigar, took a puff, and then set back. "Most dancers do. An injury can completely side line a career, as we both know. Rehab is not easy. But the body is resilient. The body is art in motion and it is designed to fix and heal itself. As long as you do the work."

  Talia ran her finger around the rim of her glass, thinking about what he'd just said.

  "Thank you for believing in me. I need to hear that. This audition will be pretty easy."

  "Hard work, but you will do just fine. So tell me more about yourself, Talia."

  She opened her mouth to speak but then realized that she was not sure where to start. There was so much and surely Milo does not want to know all of the ins and outs of her life.

  "I think I'm pretty simple. I've been dancing since I was a child. Started because I didn't want to play sports the way my mother thought that I should. I happened to be good at dancing and grew to love it more than I thought that I would. One minute I was dancing at small recitals, the next minute I was going to a school for the arts and earning scholarships. Here I am."

  Milo grinned. "You say that as if it's some small feat. You are so modest, Talia."

  The way her name rolled off of his tongue was sweet like sugar. She wanted to hear it again and again.

  The one thing Talia noticed that night. They never danced. Not once even though the music was amazing and the mood was perfect. They sat in the booth, side by side, smiling, talking, being.

  Her mind began to wander, wondering what it would feel like if there was more. The cocktails gave her a sort of buzz and the conversation was perfect. Everything was perfect.

  Yet he didn't cross the line. Not once did his lips touch hers or his hand brush her inappropriately. Not once. Talia did not know whether to be flattered or to be disappointed. Was he not attracted to her? Was she not giving him the right signs?

  Milo continued to be the perfect gentlemen, a constant teacher and guide to her throughout the process of her rehab. Three months of daily practice and being in his arms was beginning to be unbearable for Talia. The chemistry was growing and at this point, she was not sure that he even noticed. By the time her audition came, she was almost sure that he did not have the same attraction to her. She'd heard one too many times about the student falling for the gallant teacher. Now her story was much the same. There was no way that a man as experienced and suave as Milo would even approach a woman like her, a novice at much of anything that had to do with love.

  But he was there. Every moment. Every step of the way. Every day practicing with her, helping her to gain her strength. Milo was hugely responsible for so much of her progress. Their time was nearing to an end.

  But there he was.

  After dancing her heart out at the audition, there he was.

  Milo.

  "Milo? You came?"

  "I did. I don't think that I've ever done that before. But I feel invested at this point. I wanted to see your process all of the way through."

  His boyish grin calmed her. She loved to see him out of his element, in a space of calm and genuinely appearing happy and content. When he was the dance instructor, there was an air of complete confidence and authority which Talia had grown to love. When he was Milo outside of the dance studio, she found him to be of a more cool and calm demeanor and she had come to love that about him as well.

  "I appreciate you coming. I did my best. Gave it my all."

  "I could tell, you did. How did you feel up there on the stage?"

  Talia paused a moment, hoisting her bag up further on her shoulder. "Like the most beautiful woman ever. The most confident that I've felt I think in life."

  Milo moved in close, his fingers tilting her chin up so they were eye to eye.

  "Talia, you looked more than beautiful. Your grace was incomparable. The way your hips swayed was mesmerizing. You captured all that it means to be a dancer, the passion and the power. Job well done."

  His words took her breath away.

  "Don't say anything." He placed a finger over her lips gently. "I have a surprise for you. If you have the time."

  Talia simply nodded and followed as Milo led the way.

  5

  "I wanted to do a little something special for you, Talia. I hope you don't mind. It was very impromptu, but there was a lot of thought put in here."

  Milo turned the key and they entered an expansive loft apartment.

  "This is my home. I took care to prepare dinner and we have some wine, and some extras. I thought a celebration would be in order."

  Overcome, Talia walked in, trying to make sense of it all.

  "It was just an audition. I don’t even have the job yet."

  "Yet," he replied with a smile. "Yet. We will speak positively. You will ace it. The judges loved you. Let me take your things. Make yourself at home."

  Milo grabbed her bag and her jacket and set them in a closet. She watched as he walked to the kitchen area and opened a bottle of wine.

  "I hope you don't mind a bit of white wine here."

  "It's perfect," she replied.

  Taking a sip, the wine settled her. She took a seat on the bar stool and watched as Milo prepared the food. He moved like an expert in the kitchen. Mil
o served dinner by candlelight and the two of them dined and laughed, settled in one another's company.

  Once their meal was finished, they both took a new glass of wine to the living room.

  "Who knew that you were this funny?" Talia sipped her wine.

  "Well, I don’t think I'm that humorous. But I most definitely like to laugh. And I enjoy life."

  Milo set his glass down on the table and motioned for Talia to lift her leg. He took both of her legs and rested them in his lap. His hands massaged, kneaded from her feet up her ankle and then to her calf muscle.

  His touch felt amazing. Sensual but firm.

  "I'm new to this Milo."

  Talia hadn't meant to blurt out what she was thinking, but the words came right out of her mouth without a second thought.

  "It's okay."

  "I've never…"

  A light squeeze to her leg let her know that nothing else needed to be said.

  "You've been in good hands since you met me. Why would anything change now?"

  She knew what he was saying was truth. Even when he was firm with her, Milo was gentle. Even when it seemed like he was not paying her any attention, apparently he was.

  "You are telling the truth," Talia replied. She stared into his eyes, trying her best to let him know that she was ready.

  "I have wanted you for some time, Talia. I think that now is the time."

  Talia was not aware that he was interested in her in that way. To feel his touch was invigorating. A tingle traveled down the length of her spine as he pulled her close. When his lips brushed hers, she could taste the faint hint of wine. The kiss had been a long time coming. They spent time so close together in proximity, in such sensual embraces, and never had a lime been crossed.

  Until now.

  Milo pressed his lips against hers. He gently parted her lips, his tongue finding hers.The kiss was much more gentle than Talia expected, as was his touch as his fingertips gently traced her chin. Her head was spinning as Talia tried her best to remain in control of her senses. It was difficult being so close to Milo. She wanted so badly to tell him how she was a novice and that she was afraid that her inexperience would disappoint him.

  As if he knew what was on her mind, Milo spoke.

  "I know that this is all new territory for you. It's fine. We will take our time."Gazing in her eyes, he took her hand in his.

  "Talia, do you trust me?"

  Nodding first, she replied "Yes, Milo. I do."

  He had been a caring teacher for her up until now. Why should this experience be any different, she reasoned with herself.

  "We will only go as far as you are comfortable. I just have to confess. I have felt the chemistry from the moment you walked into my studio. From the first day. But I did my best to maintain the student/ teacher relationship. I did not want to affect your chances of doing well at your audition. Nothing should get in the way of the work at hand."

  Talia was not sure what would happen next, but she knew that she was safe with Milo. He would definitely take care of her physically and emotionally. That she was sure of.

  The next time his lips touched hers, he did not let go. And it was all for the best as the passion ignited and the temperature did a steady rise. She did what she had come to know, Talia followed Milo's lead. In one motion, he picked her up off of the bed and carried her to the bedroom.

  As he swept her away to the bedroom, Talia quickly wondered if it would be the stuff of romance novels and movies.

  They started off slowly, Milo taking care with each touch and each kiss he planted on her body. It seemed as if he planted a kiss and then waited for her body to respond. When she did with a sigh or a light moan, he went in for more. When she breathed, exhaled, it gave him the permission he needed.

  Milo increased the passion, held her body in his arms, explored her. Knowing that his eyes were on her, that he was not going to stop giving her the attention that she had been craving for the past few months.

  Suddenly, it felt that they were as in sync as they had been on the dancefloor. It was a familiar cadence. There had been this song and dance for months and now they were about to make music. Sweet music.

  The way he undressed her methodically. The way that he took care to admire her body as he removed her clothing. Talia knew that she was in good hands. Strong hands that held her tightly as he kissed her. He was such a gentleman and asked for permission to take the next step.

  Permission was granted. Talia braced herself for the sensation, but as she felt him enter her, it was sweet, and slow and perfect. Milo looked her in the eyes, watching and taking care to let her know that he was going every step along the way with her.

  Talia shuddered as their rhythm picked up pace. It was a whirlwind as a tidal wave of emotions and sensations washed over her. As he touched her, Talia felt her body ignited in places that had never been awake before. She closed her eyes and focused on all that he was doing. Anticipating a kiss on her thighs, feeling his fingertips massage her hardened nipples. Talia wanted more and she asked Milo not to stop. He promised her that he wouldn't stop but told her to be patient.

  Milo then did what she anticipated most. He showed her what ecstasy really felt like. Commanded her body to do things she was not aware it was capable of doing. As he thrust, parting her thighs for better access, Talia held on tightly. Her body accepted all of Milo. She tried to give as much as Milo was giving, but he did what he did best. Milo guided her, each stroke bringing her closer and closer to the sensation that she did not know was going to be as life shaking as it was.

  It started in a small ripple, like a pebble skipping in the water. Then the ripples became stronger until a small wave washed over her. Talia tried to catch her breath, to no avail. Milo only let her have a brief moment before he went back to strumming her body like a cello. He knew where to touch, where to kiss, when to touch, and when to kiss. And just when she thought that she could not take any more, the ripple started and the wave washed over her again.

  There were so many things that she wanted to say in those moments, so many things she wanted to tell Milo, but instead she tuned in and let her body do the talking. She and Milo were having this intimate conversation, no words said. It was the most amazing connection, to not have to say much at all to one another. There was a power in that silence between them.

  Milo stroked her hair, kissed her lips as a moan escaped her lips.

  "Are you alright?"

  Biting her bottom lip, Talia nodded. She thought that he was going to give her a brief moment to catch her breath. He did not.

  Instead he pulled her closer to him, as if there was a space to get any closer and slid deeper inside of her. Talia felt herself falling, felt herself coming into more unchartered territory. She was not prepared.

  Milo whispered some sensual things in her ear, telling her how much he loved her body and how he loved how soft she felt against him. He constantly checked to see how she felt, making sure that she found pleasure in the things that he was doing. He did not seem to worry about what she could do to give him pleasure, simply concerned about making sure her experience was amazing. It had been so far.

  His hands clutched tightly in hers, the waters continued to overflow. Talia did not mind one bit. She did not mind that Milo turned the heat up a bit. He suddenly became a man on a quest to quench his thirst. It was as if he could not drink her in quickly enough.

  "Milo, I'm not going anywhere," she whispered as he lowered his kisses. The trail led from her navel, then lower, and then lower again to her thighs. The feel of his lips on her inner thigh, teasing left her quivering. She instinctually placed her hands on his head, trying to steady him as he found that sweet spot, the place down below that he knew he could speak to bring pleasure.

  All Talia could do was close her eyes and let Milo take control completely. The moan was slight at first, but when the dam broke, there was no way to contain herself. Her body writhing with pleasure, she tried to clutch the bed, a pillow, or some
thing to steady herself so that her body would not go into utter convulsions from pleasure. She wanted more and begged Milo not to stop.

  "How did that feel?" he asked. His voice had a bass to it, sweet and sexy, and tinged with longing. The man seemed insatiable and Talia was not sure that she could keep up with that kind of appetite.

  For a moment, she wanted to lie there, relishing in the glow. But Milo was not done with her. He entered her again, gently. Her body responded, her legs clutched around his waist, begging him not to move. Talia wanted to stay in this moment as long as she could. It had taken so long to get here and now she did not want it to end.

  His kiss brought her through the next wave of pleasure. Talia was sure at that point she would not be able to take any more. They were both lying there, sweat covering both of their heaving chests. Milo took Talia in his arms, softly running his fingers through her hair.

  "Stay the night with me please, Talia."

  Her answer was yes, as she nodded off to sleep.

  6

  The sun poured through the window. Talia had no clue what time it was. Stretching, she tried to find her phone to see how long she had been asleep.

  Rolling over, she saw that Milo was not next to her. She closed her eyes and hope that it had not all been a dream. It hadn't because she was not in her own bed. She could still smell Milo's cologne in the sheets.

  Taking another moment, she rolled around in the king sized bed, feeling the satin sheets against her skin. Trying to figure out the words for what happened last night was difficult. She was not sure that words could sum up her first time. Milo had taken care to make things so very special for her.

  The scent of coffee and breakfast was in the air. She still did not know what time it was. It did not matter. She did not have anything on the agenda until much later in the evening.

  Scanning the room, she tried to find her clothes, but instead she found a men's robe at the foot of the bed. Wrapping herself in the plush cloth, Talia sat at the foot of the bed, trying to gather her thoughts. Everything had been so perfect.