A Lover's Dance

Sonny walked out with a bottle of wine and two glasses.

"What is this for?" She asked.

"This." He said opening the bottle "Is to congratulate you on playing the perfect trophy. Not to mention getting out of a jam quickly." He held out a glass to her.

"Thanks. To further adventures?" She raised her glass to his.

"To greater adventures." Their glasses clinked and Keesha saw a bowl with strawberries in it. There was whipped cream on the side.

"Strawberries and whipped cream. I love them."

"I noticed, it's the only thing you really ate since you've been here." Sonny said.

Keesha sat down and nibbled on one. She finished her glass of wine. "Do you want more?" Sonny asked.

"Yes. I drank so much tonight. One more won't hurt."

"How much did you drink?" He looked at her, she didn't look drunk or tipsy.

She shrugged. "I only count the first and the last drink."

Sonny laughed. "A woman that can hold her liquor."

"That's one of the first things you learn in college. How to keep drinking until you learn what your limit is?"

"I thought you go to college for an education."

"That too. But Temple is a party school and I didn't miss too many of them. It was a great way to relax." Keesha got up and stood against the wall.

"Relaxation is hard to come by these days."

"Tell me about it." She said. "But if I don't tell you later, I had a good time tonight."

"So did I. Especially seeing the look on Jax's face when you hit him with that accent." Sonny pinched the bridge of his nose.

"What's wrong?"

"Just a headache."

Keesha walked over to him. "Let me see what I can do about that. She walked behind him and put a hand on the spot where his jawline met his ears and rubbed. Sonny closed his eyes and relaxed. In a couple of minutes his headache was gone.

"Where did you learn that?"

"That's a shame. You don't even take advantage of the staff in you own hotel. That huge blond guy, what's his name? Fabio?"

Sonny laughed. "That's not his name but everyone calls him that."

"Well, the masseuse he did it to me once when I was in there. I wondered if it worked on somebody else." She felt his shoulders. "You feel like you could use a couple of sessions with him too." She kneaded the muscles in his neck and along his collarbone. Sonny let out a groan of relief and let his head drop lower. It didn't take long before she could feel the tension in his muscles disappear.

Sonny let himself relax. For the first time in a long time he felt like he could trust someone other than himself. Her touch was light, but firm and she rubbed his body in the places that needed it without him telling her where to move her hands next. As his body relaxed he let his mind drift back to earlier in the evening and the kiss they shared while dancing. It took him by surprise, he didn't even think about it, he just acted.

And she reacted. Even reciprocated. He could tell their relationship had changed in that moment. He had no idea what it had become, but he felt something new towards her. Desire. He felt it then, and he could feel it now.

Not that any man wouldn't. She's an attractive, intelligent woman. Who is also very attached, his mind said. Maybe it was the case of the forbidden fruit? Maybe not. But as her hands worked, these questions kept turning over in his mind.

His eyes were closed, but he could still see her. The way she looked when she walked into the living room and the way she leaned into his body when they were at the casino. No. This isn't love. It's lust, pure and simple. And the more he thought about it, the more aroused he became.

Keesha was completely unaware of the conflict that was going on inside Sonny. But something caught her attention and she looked up towards the railing. It sounded like one of her favorite songs. She didn't have to crane to hear it because the ocean's breeze was carrying the sound towards them. "Sonny, do you hear that?"

"What?" His eyes snapped open. Looking for danger.

"That music."

He listened and got up. Standing at the railing he could see where it was coming from. A couple had made a bonfire on the beach and had brought a portable stereo with them. The music wasn't blasting, but they could hear it.

"It's Solomon Burke." She said. "I haven't heard this song in years."

"Years? Isn't he before your time? Wait, I know, you know that song from that movie about Dirty Dancing."

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Please. You forget who my grandmother was, there was always music in our house. And that movie had nothing on the stuff I used to do at the parties I used to go to."

He was standing so close to her now. And he knew what he wanted. But the question was how to get it. "Uh-huh, you went to those parties. But I doubt you danced that way." He said, challenging her.

"Whatever." She said walking towards the door. She didn't like the direction this conversation was heading. It was getting hot out on the deck, and the temperature didn't increase one degree. Sonny exuded sensuality, and she felt like she was getting sucked in.

"Where are you going? Are you afraid of a challenge?"

"I didn't know there was one."

As she turned Sonny reached out and pulled her into his arms. "There is now." He took one of her hands and spun her around pulling her so close that their faces were inches apart. He still had her hand in his and he swung her upper body in a half circle away from his and pulled her up again.

Their eyes locked. OK Sonny, she thought. You want it? You got it. She put her arms around his neck and stepped so close to his body that they looked as it they were joined from the crotch to the chest.

The song's beat was slow, but it was still sensual. And Keesha and Sonny moved to it as one. Each one was in their own world trying to see just how far the other would go. She let him lead and they started with hip gyrations that led them closer to the floor. And on the way back up they swayed slowly and deeply, never letting their bodies separate from one another.

The dancing was sexy enough, but there was sensuality in the air that was almost tangible and it just heightened Sonny's arousal.

The material of her dress was thin and as they moved, he was able to feel every curve where his hands came in contact with her body. He could feel the softness of her skin and the firm muscles of her back, her thighs, and her behind. He could feel her breasts pressed against his chest and became lost in the smell of her perfume and the feel of her hair against his skin as the tendrils ran across his face. The only thing that was between them was the material of their clothes. As they moved they could feel each other.

Keesha's body was pressed against Sonny's and she could feel his body's reaction. She gave a half smile since it told her she still had what it takes to turn a man on. But that wasn't all. She could feel herself getting aroused too.

Her body's reaction wasn't lost on Sonny either. She laid her head against his chest and he could feel her breath on his neck and she kept her lips so close to his skin that he would almost swear she was kissing him. All this time their hands were tracing each other's bodies under the pretense of the dance, but what they were learning was how to touch each other in a way that would make the other want more.

Keesha turned and released herself from his grasp. She walked slowly around him all the while running her hands over his chest, his abs, everything. God, this man has a body to die for, she thought. What Sonny thought he was feeling just a spark of desire before it was a full-fledged fire now. Seeing her parade around in that tight dress and the way she ran her hands over his body left no doubt in his mind that she wanted him too.

When Keesha was standing in front of him again, she slid his jacket off of his shoulders. All the while they looked into the eyes of the other. It was making the experience all the more intense. He reached up and took the comb out of her hair that was holding the twist in. She shook her hair loose and he ran his fingers through it. Keesha felt Sonny's hands on the small of her back. Pushing her body closer to him. She gently placed one hand on the nape of his neck and the other on his chest.

They started moving again. This time their hands weren't restricted at all, and they used them to explore the other's body freely. And they left no inch untouched.

And then it happened.

Sonny dipped Keesha and held onto her leg as he swung her body down. Then he did what the dancers called dragging the lip. Sonny slowly pulled her up and starting at her stomach he followed the line of her body closely with his with his mouth. It didn't make contact with her body, but the sensation was just as real to the both of them if it was his mouth. He could feel the taught muscles of her stomach without even touching them. His mouth was so close to her body that she could feel the tickle of his goatee across her chest and her neck.

When he got to her mouth there was no hesitation for either one of them. Their mouths joined quickly. And their tongues sought each other out hungrily. Hands were now traveling at a rapid pace across whatever area of skin of body they could find could find. Keesha started running her hands across his chest. Stopping at his pecs and playing over them until he let a low groan escape his lips.

It was hard, but she tore her mouth away from his and made her way to his earlobe while working the buttons on his shirt, exposing his neck and chest. When she got his shirt open she tasted his neck where just minutes earlier she had massaged him with her hands. Now she was doing the same thing with her mouth. She loved the spicy scent of his cologne and the way his body responded to her touch. She moved to the other side of his neck and he let out an appreciative moan.

Sonny let his hands roam over her body her. He stroked her right breast and felt the nipple beneath the dress. He kissed her chest and fondled her breasts. She groaned in pleasure and ran her fingers through his hair. He left leg was still wrapped around his and he brushed her inner thigh with his hand. Her sharp intake of breath told him that she was just as sensitive to his touch as he was to hers.

When you're all alone In a lonely room The smell of her perfume

He took her face in his hands and kissed her on the mouth forcibly. Taking her breath away. She welcomed the invasion of his tongue and the sweetness it carried with it.

They didn't realize they were backing towards the wall of the house and when they hit it, both of their bodies were pinned together and that just made their arousal even more palpable. Both groaned against each other's mouth and felt like they were going to explode if they didn't get the gratification they wanted. He pulled his mouth away from hers and looked directly in her eyes. He took his finger and swirled it in the whipped cream and held it in front of her face. "How bad do you want it?" He asked.

She never took her eyes away from his and slowly swirled her tongue around his finger. She took it into her mouth and sucked on it like it was his favorite hard candy. She pushed his finger out of her mouth and said, "I think we should take this inside."

His answer was to take that finger she had sucked on and ran it down the front of her body. "Location doesn't matter to me. What is important is you know that tonight, you are mine."

Sonny clamped down on her mouth voraciously and scooped her up in his arms. He carried her into the house and into her bedroom.

He set her down and said, "This was mine. Tonight, it's ours." He turned her around so her back was to him and lowered the zipper of her dress. When her back was exposed he ran his tongue along her spine and she had to hold on to him to keep from swooning. As he stood up he pulled the dress up with him. Keesha raised her arms and Sonny pulled the dress over her head and flung it in the corner.

He reached around the front of her and stroked the front of her body. She sighed and he ran his hand delicately along her collarbone. He didn't want just to feel her through any more material, he wanted to touch every part of her. In a single movement he released the clasp of her strapless bra and it fell to the floor. Now he was undeterred and she let her head fall back on his shoulder and took his mouth tasting him and savoring the flavor.

Keesha turned around and released the rest of the buttons on his shirt. Every button that was open exposed even more of his skin and Keesha kissed every square inch of his chest. She pushed the shirt off of him and kissed his chest alternating between a flick here and a nibble there. Sonny ran his fingers through her hair and put his hand on the back of her neck. She moved across licking and sucking like a hungry baby.

Sonny reveled in the way she was pleasing him. It had been so long since he had sex with a woman, he felt all of his pent up feelings and hormones raging through his body at the same time. It heightened his sensitivity to her every touch and every movement of her tongue, lips, and body against his. When Keesha finally freed him from his boxers and tossed them aside, she ravaged him with her mouth, making him moan with pleasure.

The windows of the bedroom were open and he could hear a song coming through them.

He couldn't wait any longer. The beat of the song was fast and hypnotic. It called to him and he answered in kind. He quickly crawled on top of her and they joined quickly. Both of them groaned loudly at the rush.

Keesha started moving to meet him. She no longer cared what happened. Keesha wrapped her legs around his back and pushed him in even further. Sonny responded by clamping his mouth around her hers and kissing her so fervently the world seemed to spin to the beat of the song.

Keesha rolled on top of Sonny. She started to feel herself getting close. Sonny opened his eyes and watched her on top of him, her eyes closed and moving against him. Sonny grabbed her hips and held her firmly in place as he matched her rhythm. Keesha bit her lip to keep from crying out as she leaned forward. "Let me hear your pleasure, let me hear how much you like it." He crooned.

"Damn Sonny, it feels so good," Keesha said, but it wasn't in English. She said it in Spanish. Sonny loved it when a woman talked dirty to him and hearing it in his native language was all it took to make him increase the force of his thrusts. Keesha let out a sound that was between a scream and a groan, but it was silenced when Sonny brought her face down to his and kissed her mouth. He continued moving but this time it was a slower pace, but now it was a sort of jerking motion. He could feel her hair against his chest as she kissed his neck and his upper torso. When she moved back up to his mouth again, he pushed her hair out of her face and held on to it tightly. He kissed her roughly and pulled her head back as he kissed her throat.

In one swift movement he rolled over. "Open your eyes." He said. She slowly opened them. "Keep them open, I want you to see who is making you feel this way, who is giving you this kind of pleasure."

They started moving again. But this time he felt no reason to hold out. He heard her cries of pleasure mixed with his own. He heard her shallowness of breath and knew she was as close as he was. "You're almost there, baby, do it for me." He groaned feeling himself being pulled away even further into that abyss of pleasure. But he wasn't alone, she was with him. He could see it in the faint smile on her face. "I'm right there with youdo it with me."

It wasn't just his body that drove Keesha over the edge, it was his voice, the way he stroked her, the way he pushed her hair out of her eyes so they could share each other's passion. And then it happened.

He felt her scratching his back and moaning his name but he didn't care, because he felt himself shudder in pleasure as his own climax overtook him.

It took a while for their breathing to return to normal. When it did, he kissed her gently on the lips and said. "That was only the beginning."

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Song Credits: "Cry To Me"--Solomon Burke; "Throb"--Janet Jackson