Page 30 of Easy Rumba

Chapter 13

Elise

“The flow in the rumba is the most important thing, keeping the hips moving but the torso erect.”

Leo maneuvers me back into the starting position for our dance. I’m finding it a little difficult to look him straight in the eye this morning after last night. It’s Leo, my Leo, but I feel strange. It’s been fourteen years since he last brought me to orgasm, and to be honest, I think it’s been fourteen years since I last had a good one that I didn’t give myself. Simon wasn’t the most attentive of lovers except to his own needs, especially at the end. Why does this feel so weird?

“You need to look at me as well, Elise. It’s part of the dance. We have to keep our eyes on each other.”

I gradually raise my eyes up to his handsome face. My heart beats a little faster, and my palms start sweating. Leo takes his position and calls for the music to play on the voice controlled unit. The opening bar of ‘Falling Slowly’ starts, and I begin to move seductively around Leo, twisting and turning in the dance style of the rumba. I push my body up tight against his, and I feel his hardness against my thigh. He steps back but messes up the step and curses loudly.

“Alexa, stop,” he shouts angrily, and I step back. His hands are shaking, and he walks away in silence to grab a drink of water. When he returns, he puts me back into position without saying anything and starts the music playing again. I repeat my steps perfectly, but when I push into his body this time, he jumps back like I’ve given him an electric shock. He stops the music again. “I won’t be a minute…I need to go to the bathroom. Get some fluids in you while I’m gone.”

I grab his hand as he turns to leave the room. I don’t need to be a mind reader to know what he’s going to do. He’s struggling to control his need for me at the moment. It’s blatantly obvious in his workout pants.

“Leo.” My voice cracks a little, but I step closer and lower myself down to my knees in front of him.

The thought of him having to hide away to relieve the ache I’ve caused gives me the confidence I need. A memory lingers in my head of Simon forcing me to suck him off once. He held my head so tightly he made me gag as he found his satisfaction. I hated every minute of it and vomited straight afterward. But then a more distant memory resurfaces of the time I pleasured Leo with my mouth when we were younger. My feelings about it were very different that time, and I swallowed everything he gave me with pride.

“Elise, what are you doing?”

“Returning the favor.”

My eyes flutter to his, and I stare up at him in just the way I should while dancing the rumba. At the same time, I lean forward and dip my hand under the waistband of his pants. He groans like he’s in agony.

“Elise, you don’t…”

I lower his pants, and his dick springs free with a bounce. Then wrapping my hand around his shaft, I grip him tightly.

“I want to,” I reassure him, and leaning farther in, I flick the tip with my tongue. He’s even bigger than I remember. The veins running up the length are engorged with his desperate need to come. “When was the last time you came?”

Leo’s words sound strangled as I rotate my hand up and down his length.

“Twice this morning in the shower, and once when we took a break earlier. The damn thing won’t go down. It’s like someone’s given me Viagra or something, but I know it’s just because I’m dancing the rumba with you. All he wants is to be buried deep in your pussy. I’m sorry, Elise. I’m trying, but it’s hard.”

“Very hard,” I jest and stroke a little more firmly.

“Oh, Jesús.” Leo’s words are heavily accented with his Spanish ancestry now. “I don’t think I can last much longer. Mierda.”

I lick the head of his cock, tasting the salty pre-cum there before lowering my mouth over his length. He shudders, and I feel the muscles in his legs tense. I continue to move my mouth up and down his shaft, coating it with my saliva. Leo starts to wrap his hand around my ponytail, and I freeze for a moment.

“I won’t hurt you. If you want me to stop, tap my leg,” he orders, and his words are enough to reassure me.

It’s as though he can read my thoughts without me having to articulate them. He knows me, and I know him. We’re kindred spirits. I relax and move my mouth faster and faster up and down his length while intermittently flicking my tongue over the tip. Leo grunts with his growing pleasure. When I move my hand to cup his balls, which are hanging heavy between his legs, his whole body lets out a feverish shudder.

“Elise, I’m going to come. Stop if you want to. I’ll finish myself with my hand.”

When I first started this, I thought I wouldn’t want to swallow him down, but I do now. I want every last drop he can give me. Leo brought me to orgasm last night with his mouth, and I’m going to do the same for him. I bury him deep at the back of my throat as the first spurts of hot cum erupt from his dick. I take it all and savor the taste. He’s salty but not bitter. He’s my Leo. He’s familiar. I stare up at him as I watch him orgasm. It’s a beautiful sight. Eventually he finishes. His head falls back, and his eyes shut as a long exhale escapes from deep down in his throat.

“Fuck me, I think I just expelled every last bit of cum I have left in my body. Seriously, my dick’s got to sleep after that.” Leo’s legs give way, and I help him lower himself onto the dance floor. He wipes his thumb across my mouth where I can feel saliva coating my face. “Thank you, Elise.”

“You don’t have to thank me. I wanted it just as much as you did.”

Leo fidgets around and tucks himself back into his pants before leaning forward and kissing me.

“The last thing I feel like doing is dancing now.”

He collapses back on the floor and shuts his eyes.

“Oh no you don’t,” I tell him as I get back up to my feet and move into a perfect starting position for our dance. “We have a competition to win, Señor Westwood. Up and at ’em.”

Leo groans and reluctantly gets to his feet.

“Alexa, play.”

This time we run straight through the dance flawlessly.

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