Page 37 of I Wanna Dance

He got into bed and pushed me down on my back. He crawled atop me, resting his soft penis between my thighs. “You’re sexy as hell, do you know that?”

I didn’t. I looked at him expectantly.

“I love your tits.” He moved down my body, suckled a nipple, and kissed the hardened nub. “Your stomach is soft, giving, anddrives me crazy.” He bit the flesh gently. “Your legs…now they are a work of art.” He parted my thighs and stroked me. “And this is the nicest pussy in the world.”

We’d just had sex, and I was getting turned on again. Was that supposed to happen to women my age?

He flipped me over, and I laughed when he squeezed my ass. “This is the most delicious ass.” He spanked me lightly and then bit my ass. I yelped.

I fought him off as he tried to hold me down playfully, and finally, we settled into place. We’d started to sleep with my head on his chest and his arm around me.

“Thank you.” I kissed his chest and licked a nipple because it was there.

“For giving you a mind-boggling orgasm?”

“It wasn’t mind-boggling. It wasokay.”

He dropped his hand to my ass and pinched one cheek lightly.

“Fine, fine,” I mocked. “It wasgreat. I didn’t have to fake it this time.”

He laughed then and kissed the top of my hair.

“Thank you for being with me, for making me feel better, for taking care of me,” I blurted out.

He tightened his hold on me. “Cariño, it’s my pleasure. But if you want to thank me properly with a morning blow job, I won’t say no.”

I burst out laughing. “Sure, why the hell not.”

After my day, I didn’t think I’d end it feeling happy and light, but Marco did that for me, and I thanked the universe (and Alana) for making him my dance partner. The following morning, I gave him a morning blow job as he taught me the pleasures of the sixty-nine position. It was another excellent beginning of a day.

CHAPTER 18

Marco

Iwas honored to be Leah’s date.

I’d been thrilled when she invited me to the Atlanta Legal Excellence Awards dinner.

Leah and I had been together for three months and had taken nine salsa lessons. Our last class was in a week, and I was going to suggest that we sign up for ten more. It didn’t have to be salsa—we could pick something else—but I wanted to have this intimate, fun, and…well, getting better at dancing time with her.

Since I met Leah, there was an excitement inside of me. My colleagues and friends had noticed. My kids definitely had. My parents were making noises about coming to meet Leah, and I told them they were always welcome at my home. However, I didn’t want to scare Leah with my mother asking her what kind of cake she’d like for the wedding.

We weren’t there, but I knew we would get there. I was certain of it.

I’d talked to the girls about selling the house, and they were all in. As I considered a new place to buy or lease, I wanted to search for it with Leah, and then maybe we could live together.Some would say it was too early, but the hell with it. We were in our mid- and late forties. What the hell were we waiting for? We were mature grown-ups, and we knew what felt right—well, at least I did.

“Thank you so much for coming with me.” Leah had her hand on my forearm, and her gaze flitted around the ballroom. She was restive, I knew, because she’d have to meet old friends tonight, the ones who abandoned her after the divorce. Well, they could all go fuck themselves.

I glanced at Leah, and for a moment, I forgot about the glittering room entirely. She was radiant in a deep emerald dress that hugged her figure perfectly, her soft curls cascading over her shoulders. Her eyes darted around the room, a mix of awe and nervous energy.

“You look hot, and I’m going to fuck you in this dress when we get back,” I murmured into Leah’s ear.

She needed the boost, I’d learned, and I was happy to tell her all day, every day, how gorgeous she was since it was true.

Her cheeks went pink, and she gave me a scandalized look. No man had played with Leah, I thought sadly. No one had made her blush, made her giggle. No matter, we’d do it all now, together.

She cleared her throat. “You look…hot as well.”

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