When the song finished and Dale gently brought them to a stop, she realized they were pressed together from chest to waist, his legs amongst the folds of her skirts, his arm at her waist holding her flush against him. He looked down at their bodies as if just then noticing too and smiled.
“Well, I think you have mastered the waltz. The bad news is, it is entirely inappropriate to dance this close together, nor do I want you to dance like this with any other man.” His lips brushed hers. He had probably meant to drop a quick kiss on her mouth, but she captured his lips, kissing him hungrily, her tongue invading his mouth while she angled her head to plunder deeper. He made a choked sound in his throat and returned her kiss in full measure.
Soon she was tearing at his trousers, struggling with the buttons in her haste to free his cock. So many buttons! Damn, when were zippers invented anyway? Livvy thought in frustrated amusement. She was desperate for the feel of him. Finally, she unbuttoned the fly and greedily reached inside to wrap her hand around his rock hard length.
Her hum of pleasure melded with Dale’s growl as he took over, pulling her to him.
CHAPTER 47 - Why the Waltz is considered risque
DALE GROANED AND WALKEDbackwards, pulling her with him, until the back of his legs bumped into one of the sofas around the edge of the room. Without breaking the kiss, he sat down, frantically lifting her skirts to run his hands along her thighs while she sat straddling him. The sound of her underwear ripping under the force of his fists sent a thrill of excitement through her belly. Then his fingers slid into her moist core, caressing and coaxing her into frenzied readiness. She needed him. Now.
He seemed to know exactly what she needed, seemed to be as desperate as her. The next moment, he grabbed her hips in his large hands while she positioned him right at her entrance. With one powerful movement, he thrusted up while bringing her down, impaling her on his engorged shaft.
The savagery of his possession brought a hoarse cry to her throat that mingled with his groan between their fused lips.
He steadied her hips for a moment, as if trying to regain control, then his hold loosened, and she started moving.
He felt hard and heavy inside her. The slippery friction sending delicious rivulets of pleasure all throughout her body from that one place of exquisite sensation. She kept chasing them. It was too much, and yet it wasn’t enough. She needed more. An explosive climax hovered just beyond her reach, and she was desperate to grasp it.
Then his clever fingers caressed the little bud where all sensation coalesced, catapulting her into the explosion. A hurricane of pleasure rolled through her and slammed her senses. She shook with the violent contractions of an intense climax before collapsing satisfied on his chest.
Somewhere in the tumult of her mind, she knew that he had been right there with her, sharing the storm. She had felt the strong pulsations of his cock deep within her while he exploded with his release. The feelings evoked by that shared experience went beyond satisfaction to a sense of rightness, of belonging.
She had never felt this urgency before, as if she would die if she didn’t have him at this very moment. He was her mate, the ultimate male to her femaleness. The thought caused a curl of pleasure in her belly and her internal muscles tightened. He gasped at the intimate caress.
“Dale? I don’t think we should go to any balls.”
“We won’t go, then. But didn’t we dance beautifully a moment ago?”
“Too beautifully, and look what happens when we dance like that.”
That surprised a laugh out of Dale. “I think you are right. It would be exceedingly bad form to fornicate in the middle of a ball.”
“It would certainly shock the other guests,” she said with a laugh of her own.
“The hostess would never forgive us,” he confirmed with mock regret. “But you know, there are always unoccupied rooms and hideaways we could sneak into if we are overcome with passion during a ball.”
