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As he spins me some more, I gain some confidence, and try a quick dip.
“See?” Elias says. “You’re great at this!”
I can’t help but smile broadly back at him, despite the somber tone of the music.
Fake it ‘till you make it.
It’s what I’m used to doing in my career and in life in general, since I was raised so sheltered and never really know how to interact with people or be strong in situations without mimicking what other people do, but I didn’t know it would serve me so well when it came to dancing.
Elias and I start to get into perfect sync, the rhythm of our bodies matching each other as we dance. It’s incredibly sensual. I never knew I could get so turned on by dancing the Tango but I guess there’s a reason that the dance is known to be a passionate one, telling the story of love and hate – it’s almost as if it’s telling Elias’s and my story.
After several more songs, Elias gives me a quick peck on my neck and says, “Shall we head out?”
The Malbec I’d drunk during dinner seems to be affecting me now more than it was then. It must be because of the music and the mood.
I nestle my head against his chest for one more moment, breathing in his scent and telling myself to always remember how I feel tonight.
“Yes,” I tell him, when the moment has passed.
He walks up to the band and gives them a very hefty tip. Then he takes my arm once again and says, “And now for the grand finale. The moment we’ve both been waiting for. Or at least, I sure have, anyway. Because now I’m going to take you back to our hotel room and make sweet love to you.”
It’s certainly a perfect way to end a lovely date. I know I shouldn’t give it up on our very first one, but I feel like Elias has earned it, by flying me out here for such a unique occasion.
Plus, I think, as I squeeze his hand excitedly as we walk on the cobblestone street back to our hotel, I don’t think I can wait another moment longer, either.
Chapter 14
Elias
No one would ever guess that a big, cocky football player like me would know how to dance the Tango. And I prefer it that way.
It isn’t something I like to shout from the rooftops. But with all the stress that comes from being a pro football player, having secrets, such as this tucked-away resort I like to come to, with the adjoining restaurant by the sea, seems to keeps me sane.
It wasn’t that I ever set out to learn the Tango, but if you hang around these parts enough, you’re just kind of forced to. I had a good pair of husband and wife dance teachers who insisted on dragging me out there one day a few years back and showing me how it was done: the man would do the moves beside me and I’d mimic him.
But I’d never danced as passionately or fully as I did with Stacy just now. There is a chemistry between us that is unmistakable. And a connection that is palpable.
It didn’t hurt that she turns me on so much. All I wanted to do while we were dancing was devour her. My cock was so rock hard.
In that sense, I guess it did hurt, both our dancing time, and my physical position. I decided we had to get back to the room, pronto.
Now that we’re here, though, I almost feel like I’m back in middle school. Something about Stacy Allen turns me to jelly and makes me weak in the knees.
Not that I’m going to show it, of course. When I feel that effect coming over me, I decide to tell her to get on her knees.
“It’s time for your second dessert,” I tell her. “And I would hate to get any on your clothes, so take them off.”
She obeys me, stripping off the pretty red dress she’s wearing, and getting down on her knees on the floor. It’s so hot I can’t resist parting her legs with my hands so I can feel how wet she is, which I soon find out is somewhere between soaking and drenched.
“Fuck yeah,” I say, hurrying to take off my own clothes.
“Wow,” she says, as she looks up at me. “I love the tats on your pecs and abs.”
She reaches a hand up and then runs it down over the six pack I work so hard on at the gym. And I have never been happier that I do. I grab her hand, forcing her to stop, and slip my cock into her mouth.
“Mmmm,” she moans, her pretty eyes looking up at me as her mouth is full of my dick. “How did you know I was wanting to do this at dinner?”
