A Winter Dance

by Samantha Rose

  “Then we will set it in stone—with a dance that is as old as time, one that will make you scream.” I took on a more serious tone, putting all the jokes and need to ravish her aside. I wanted her, I’d stated my intent, but I wouldn’t share her.

  Her hand lifted to flutter over her chest. Her fingers played with the mesh that lined the top half of her leotard over her breasts. She was a tease.

  I wanted to rip her clothing off her body, but I also didn’t want to ruin such a pretty, breast hugging one-piece.

  Her hand dipped down to the crease between her breasts and I knew if I waited any longer, I’d be done for.

  “Take it off,” I rumbled as I stood tall and started to slide out of my clothing. Her breathing hitched but she followed suit. Standing up on shaky legs, Isabel began unhooking the buttons in the back of her suit and sliding down one of her sleeves.

  Kicking off my clothing and standing in front of her completely nude, I couldn’t stop myself and I stepped into her personal space. I was fully erect and ready, yet she still teased with her slowness of undressing. But she surprised me when she tilted her head back, that stubborn tick in her cheek and with one push of the other sleeve her leotard dropped to the floor.

  “How would you like me?”

  Fuck. I’m done for. She had my heart.

  Five

  Isabel

  He stood in front of me, his cock bobbing with need, and a bead of pre-cum dripped from the top. Knowing I did that to him made my confidence skyrocket.

  I’d only teased him like this twice before—the other two times were simply for fun while we were alone—before any of this became a thing between us. I had a feeling there was a reason we always ended up at the studio at the same times, but I never thought to question it. Lots of people trained at the same time, but I was an early riser. No one had ever showed up during my scheduled time before the sun came up until him.

  I’d caught him looking a few times, and assumed he was just seeing through me, so I’d flaunted my ass to make him sweat. Little did I know he’d taken a liking to it. I guess it all turned out in my favor, and that made me happy.

  Now I was in the teasing mood again. I wanted to see how far I could push him before he broke. I could already see the twitch in his eyebrow, and how heavy he was breathing.

  A little more wouldn’t hurt, right?

  Backing up until I could sit on the bench again, I spread my legs wide and leaned my back onto the wall.

  “What are you doing, Isabel?” Jack rumbled roughly, locking his eyes onto my hand as I slid it over my thigh and down to the trimmed curls above my aching, wet pussy.

  My clit was already sensitive. I could feel it throbbing even before I circled my finger over the small nub.

  “You like it when I perform in front of you,” I moaned. “I wanted to give you the show you’ve always wanted.” That was the most open I’d ever been. Part of me enjoyed being so open, so raw and daring. I reveled in how his gaze didn’t leave my body, and how his jaw locked as I flicked my clit and moaned.

  His fists were clenched by his sides. He didn’t move at first, he stood like a stone statue as my hand played with my pussy lips, and I didn’t take my gaze off his rigid cock.

  The length of his cock was a decent size that doesn’t disappoint me. He was a little over average, but his girth was what made me drool the most. He would stretch me to my limits; I knew just from looking at him that Jack would fill me just right.

  My channel clenched at the thought of him stuffing his dick inside me. I’d never wanted to belong to someone more than I did now.

  Jack confidently stepped up between my legs and grabbed my hands, stopping me. My breath hitched as he settled to kneel between my thighs, widening my legs farther with his shoulders as he pushed in closer to me.

  “As much as I enjoy the sight of you touching yourself, I will be the one to bring you to climax.” He took the hand that was touching my folds, my fingers covered in my own juices, and brought them to his mouth. His mouth covered my fingertips and his tongue snuck out to slide over the tips, sucking them in and licking off my cream. His groan sent chills along my skin. My fingers slid out of his mouth with a pop.

  “You taste amazing. I need more.” Descending lower, his hands cupped my ass, tugging me forward until my body was slanted and my pussy was directly level with his mouth.

  His rough palms skated over my bottom and up to my inner thighs. Holding onto my legs behind my knees, he clutched me firmly, keeping me in place and unable to wiggle when his mouth clamped down onto my pussy lips and sucked them into his mouth.

  “Oh!” I cried out from the sudden contact. He was everywhere all at once, except for the one place I wanted him the most. He was avoiding my clit and it only made me more needy.

  I could feel how swollen and wet I was as his tongue probed my opening, then curled and slid through my folds.

  Jack kept this up for a while, until I started to feel my legs shake. Out of desperation I reached for his head and ran my fingers though his hair—taking hold of the smooth strands and trying to influence his movement upward toward my aching clit.

  His mouth left me, and my hands were instantly tugged away from his head. I wanted to cry out in frustration that he was denying me what I wanted, but I stilled when I saw the heated look he gave me.

  “I will give you release when I am ready. You do not get to control that.” He stressed every word, making sure I understood.

  “I understand.” And I did, it was just hard to be denied. I wouldn’t get to come when I wanted, he would let me finish when he was ready. Sighing, I lowered my hands onto my belly and relaxed again.

  “That’s my good ballerina.” Chuckling, Jack patted my butt cheek, then rubbed his hand over the same spot. “I love how tight every part of your body is.”

  It’s too much, I wanted to whimper. I can’t take it. Wiggling in his hold, I tried to push closer, but I couldn’t. I wanted to huff and puff at this point, but I didn’t. So, I forced myself to lie still.

  It seems like that is what Jack was waiting for from me, because he lowered his head again but this time, he gave me what I desired.

  His fingers traced over the outside of my folds so lightly I almost thought it was his mouth, but then he inserted the first finger into my waiting channel, and then a second. I keened. It only took a couple strokes of his curled fingertips along my G-spot and I came undone. My back arched at the first flick of his tongue over my clit and I wailed as my orgasm sent tremors through my whole body making my legs jet out and lock-up as my ecstasy transformed me.

  I swore I could see in new colors from behind my eyelids as he feasted on me. I wanted to reach out to grab onto his head again, but after what happened the last time, and its outcome and how he stopped immediately, I didn’t. The selfish part of me didn’t want the best orgasm I’d ever had in my life to end so abruptly.

  By the time Jack as done, I felt like my soul had left my body and everything was oversensitive.

  “Jack, please, I can’t.” I tried to clamp my legs closed, but he still had a tight grip on my legs.

  “Hmm?” he grunted into my pussy that he was still suckling on.

  “Jack,” I said his name again, this time grabbing his attention. Lifting his face from my now drenched, swollen red lady bits, he licked at his lips.

  “I think I found my new favorite drink.”

  “Oh? And what about me? Do you have something for me to swallow?” I pushed up and crawled on my hands and knees until I was the one between his legs.

  What could I say, I was devilish at times and took advantage of the situation at hand—or should I say in my hand? I bit down the chuckle about to pop out of my throat and peeked up at him through my lashes. From the hungry appearance he was manifesting—how he was biting his bottom lip and thrusting his length into my palm without shame—it made me feel a sudden burst of power. Like I was a powerful woman, that has taken this man and have made him mine.

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bsp; I took his thick cock into my mouth just as the first bead of precum dripped from his slit and down the mushroomed head.

  Moaning around the tip, I took a little more and trace my tongue over the long vein that ran down the middle of is rod.

  “Fuck, Isabel.”

  Caving in my cheeks, I sucked his member into my mouth deeper and tried to deep throat him. I managed to do it for about thirty seconds before I gagged a little and my eyes watered.

  I couldn’t get enough of him. His salty and savory taste, the way his moans made my head feel fuzzy with warmth, and how his legs would start to twitch every time I hit that spot.

  Moaning over the top of his shaft, I swirled my tongue around the underside of his crown, then flattened the base of my tongue over the vein and lapped at him.

  Jack’s hand cupped the back of my head brushing his fingers through my messy bun that had fallen out of place, and gripped my hair like a lifeline.

  I moaned again when I felt his hold on my hair tighten. The sharp tingles sent little shocks throughout my body, making my nipples harden and causing my legs to clamp closed.

  “You’re such a good girl, Isabel. Sucking my dick.” His head was flung back to rest on the wall behind him. “Go deeper…”

  I did as I was told, and I took him into my mouth deeper until I knew that I’d gag if I went any farther.

  I couldn’t hold back the shiver of anticipation that traveled down my spine. I knew he was close; his groans had become heavier, and his form had stilled—locked into position.

  Relaxing my jaw and my throat, I swallowed him, taking him all the way this time, praying that I wouldn’t gag as the first shots of his cum jetted down my throat.

  Jack’s fingers massaged the back on my skull, and I sighed which caused his cock to jerk one last time before it started to soften.

  Lifting myself up, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “I think that was the most fun I’ve had in ages.” I half-heartedly joked. I mean, it wouldn’t be a lie, it was the truth. I never had fun like this.

  “That make two of us then.” He reached for me, pulling me into his lap.

  I snuggled into him, laying my head on his chest and my hand over his heart. Who would have thought that something like a simple routine rehearsal could bring two people together randomly?

  His lips pressed again my forehead, and I grinned to myself. How sweet was he?

  “I don’t think I can let you go after this.” He rested his chin on top of my head. “I didn’t think I would be able to in the start and now I know it to be true. I need you in my life.”

  “I don’t think I’d want to leave even if I had the chance,” I said with honesty. If I was given the chance to end all this, I wouldn’t. There was just something about him that had drawn me in from the start. I wanted to get to know him more, to learn about his journey and find out what had shaped him. And then there was the physical aspect. There was so much damn sexual tension between us, and that man could sweep me off my feet with a mere look. It felt surreal, the feelings coursing through me. Our story seemed like a fairy tale. I’d never believed in love at first sight, but being with Jack and experiencing all this… I couldn’t deny it. There was a reason Jack and I were together, and I wouldn’t ever give that up.

  “I think this was mean to be.”

  With one hand on my knees, he cuddled me like I was the most precious thing in his life, and in that moment, I believed it to be true.

  “I think you may be right. We were meant to be together. I am a lucky man.”

  I think we are both the lucky ones.

  “Let’s get cleaned up and get out of here,” Jack said, helping me to my feet.

  I couldn’t agree more at this point. I wanted to be with him, someplace other than here.

  Six

  2 weeks later

  Jack

  I never thought it would be possible to have my entire body hurt from all day in and day out training we did.

  Isabel and I practiced our routine with our trainer, plus more on top of that for the upcoming show, and then when it was time to clock out and go home, we opted to stay behind most days. Everyone assumed we were just in it for the show, but no one would guess we were in it for one another. I hadn’t touched my ballerina yet; other than the epic amounts of foreplay we did on one another.

  We’d taken things a little fast the first week and I had to admit, it was my fault, but I wouldn’t take it back. I’d wanted her and I’d goddamn taken her too. Now though, I wanted to slow things down. I didn’t want to be that guy that fucked on the first date, as much as I wanted her. I wanted to show some self-control and show her that I could wait until she was ready.

  So, three weeks into this and we’d done everything basically but that.

  We were dating regularly now, openly. We didn’t hide it from the others around us, and I think everyone could tell, since we doted on one another. No one said anything, and for that I was glad. I didn’t want anything to ruin what we had, even gossip from our co-workers.

  Our dates were tame compared to most. We had dinner dates after our dance classes, long walks through the park in the cool winter. Two weeks ago, after our first time playing around; we even started spending the night at each other’s places. Things were growing more comfortable, and a lot more heated between us now.

  “Hey,” Isabel said coming up behind me and hugging me. Her bag was flung over her shoulder and she’d switched into her regular shoes and a heavy winter jacket. “Are you ready to head back to your place?”

  I nodded and bent to pick up my own bag. She was going to stay at my house tonight, over the long weekend that started tomorrow, and then the whole week after. I knew she was doing this as some sort of try out because she was an over cautious woman, but we both knew this was it for us. We’d both said it. I’d have had her moved in with me by now, but I knew I could only push her so hard so fast.

  She would move in with me when she was ready. She was worried about what her trainer and the others in the show would think of her or what they would say about her behind closed doors.

  Maybe I should talk to her.

  I shook my head at myself. I would just leave it be for now. She would come around on her time. She was mine.

  “Are you all right, Jack?” Her hand curled around my arm as we headed out into the pink and orange sunset that covered the evening sky. My place was a few extra blocks away from the studio than hers. It would be a peaceful evening stroll down the sidewalk. The air was crisp, and the dinner rush has just started. If we were lucky, we’d make it to my place before the sidewalks filled with people and became overcrowded.

  “I’m just thinking about some things, that’s all.”

  “Ah, I can see… You do have on your thinking face today. Want to talk about it?”

  I sighed. Did I? What would I say to her?

  “Why do you hold yourself back?” I asked. There, I said something. Now I only hoped she took it the right way. If there was a right way?

  “I don’t hold myself back, Jack. I just assumed you were holding yourself back, so I didn’t want to push you into something you were uncomfortable with doing.”

  My steps faltered and I almost tripped on the curb.

  “Say what?” She thought I’d been holding back? Hell no.

  “Well, it’s true isn’t it? You were holding yourself back to be a gentleman?”

  Looking skyward, I chuckled.

  “No, I wasn’t being a gentleman. At least not on purpose. I thought that you wanted to wait.”

  She hummed, and her fingers tapped on my arm. “Nope. I was waiting for you to say something. I’ve been ready for the whole shebang. Why did you wait so long anyway?”

  “As in commit to a relationship, finally get around to having sex, and have you move in with me?”

  “I-I… That’s a big step.” She paused and studied me. “I assumed you had changed your mind about me, that you didn’t like me the same way I like you.”


  “That wasn’t the case at all.” I sighed. I hadn’t wanted to move in on someone I basically worked with. It was frowned upon. Personal relationships with anyone in the studio was a big no. Plus, I wanted to make sure she’d been ready for something between us.

  “You know the rules, Isabel. It was only a matter of time before we ended up breaking them. I didn’t want to rush you…” We’d both been bad at keeping our feelings for one another closed away and I was glad we hadn’t. “I couldn’t stay away from you. Fuck the others, I would rather have you in my life a thousand times over than let them tell me what to do with my personal time. What do you say?”

  “Yes, Jack. I’m ready to take that next step with you.” Isabel fluttered her eyelashes at me.

  Groaning to myself at her teasing behavior, I pulled her along beside me faster. Her laughter sounded in my ears and passersby gave us strange looks, but I didn’t care. I needed to get this woman to my home. Now.

  “Before we get ahead of ourselves, spend a night with me and think about it all. You can decide after that.”

  “How much farther?” she giggled.

  I felt my cock wake up at the sound. I’d never felt so alive, she made me feel like I was young again.

  “One more block, so move those little legs of yours, Isabel Neve,” I demanded, snapping my teeth at her jokingly.

  “Oh, what white teeth you have, Mr. North.”

  I wiggled my eyebrows and smiled boldly at her, making sure to show off more of my teeth, just as we turned the last corner to my private street where the newly built gated community was situated. Grabbing her around the waist, I hauled her in and encased her with my arms, trapping her in my hold.

  Burying my face into her neck, I placed light nips and kisses down to her shoulder, making her squeal with glee at the playfulness we displayed toward one another.

  “The better to eat you with, my dear. I’d suggest that we hurry along to my place. That way I can show you just how I want to eat you up…”