Page 53 of Rebound

“Are you? I could drop you on your head. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.”

“Yeah you do. I’ve danced with you before. You’ve got moves. Besides, you’re a big, strong guy, and I trust you. You won’t drop me.”

She’s still limbering up, and her top keeps riding high, flashing her smooth abdomen and the bottom of her rib cage. I want to lay my hands on her right now. I want to run my fingers along every inch of exposed skin and kiss those perky nipples and grab her perfect round ass in both my palms. But first, it seems, I must dance. She picks up my phone and changes the music.

“Really?” I groan, protesting her song selection as I unbutton my shirt and roll my shoulders in preparation. Her eyes graze appreciatively over my bare torso, which makes me feel a damn sight better about the whole thing.

“Really,” she replies.

“Okay, fine. But which one of us is Patrick Swayze?”

She places both hands on my shoulders, and as she leans in and kisses my chest, she slides my shirt all the way off. I can see us in the mirror, and fuck, it’s so hot watching her touch me. Her hands run up my arms and trace the outline of my pecs. “You,” she says huskily. “You are most definitely Patrick.”

“So.” She pulls away, eyes blazing. “We won’t do the run. Maybe next time. You hold the sides of my hips, like this.” She guides me as she speaks, checks the positioning, and then places her hands on my shoulders. Her touch is soft and warm, her expression full of trust. “Now, the key to this lift is for you to get down low—let your legs give you extra power. Then as I jump into you, on the count of three, you simply… make me fly. Once I’m up, lock your elbows, and I’ll do the rest. Come on. We can do this.”

Fuck. I really don’t want to, but I guess this is what happens when you rent a dance studio for your soon-to-be ex-wife. A soon-to-be ex-wife who is currently going through a “doing it for the first time” stage of her life. The blatant joy she’s exhibited since we got here is a painful reminder of all the dreams she had back when we were in college. The dreams she gave up to become the perfect corporate wife I needed. She was going to change the world, that beautiful wide-eyed Amber who was so full of hope and promise. I failed her in so many ways. She lost herself, and I failed to notice.

The music builds up to its familiar crescendo, and I give her a nod. “Yeah. Of course we can.”

She grins and counts. As she hits three, she seems to levitate from the ground, upward and forward, saying, “Now now now!”

I power up through my bent knees and lift her. She zooms up into the air, and her arms and legs straighten out. Her core strength is astonishing, and she actually giggles while holding herself rock steady, defying gravity. An angel in flight. I manage to move around on the spot for a full turn, and she maintains her balance, laughing the whole time. I smile up at her although I’m feeling the strain. My wife is slender, but she is also tall, and she does not weigh nothing. My arms start to protest, but a stubborn part of me refuses to show any weakness.

Eventually, it’s her who wobbles. “I’m coming down,” she says, sliding down my body. She props her hands on my shoulders, and I wrap my arms around her ass and hold her pressed against me. Her breasts are right there in front of my face, her breath making them rise and fall temptingly. Fuck it, I’m only flesh and blood. I suck one nipple into my mouth and can feel every rigid line of it through her top. She groans and buries her hands in my hair, pulling me closer. I suckle hard, moving from one nipple to another, loving the sounds she’s making. After a few moments of torture, I slowly lower her onto unsteady feet, and she holds onto me, her eyes full of need as I peel her tank off and let it fall to the floor.

When I glance down, I can’t help my smug smile. Her pale gray leggings highlight a dark spot between her legs, her pussy already so wet it’s seeping through. She blushes slightly. “Don’t be embarrassed. Just let me take care of you.”

I grab her big fur coat and lay it on the wood floor before I lift her into my arms and gently place her down on top of it. Her hands don’t leave my body. They explore my muscles, stroke my chest hair, toy with my nipples. I nestle above her, push her damp hair away from her face, then pause to simply look at her, to glory in her disheveled beauty, her perfect tits, the light sheen of sweat on her body. I really am having the time of my life.

I drop soft kisses on her eyelids, her cheekbones, her exquisite neck. I kiss my way down her breasts, her belly, and she writhes beneath me. “Elijah,” she murmurs, her husky voice going right to my balls.

“I’m here, baby. Exactly where I should be.”

I hook my fingers in the waistband of her pants, and she lifts her ass to make it easier for me. Her panties come off at the same time, and she lies before me naked apart from that tantalizing necklace of hers, dangled onto her faux-fur coat. Jesus fuck. I’ve never seen anything so sexy in my entire life. I run my hands along her legs, sliding in the moisture at the top of her thighs. Pushing them apart, I stare down at her pussy. Pink, perfect, pearled with creamy fluid. Growling, I slip one finger inside her. Her pussy walls contract, and I can tell it won’t take much to push her over the edge.

“Fuck, Amber. Ballet really does make you horny. I’ve got to taste you.”

She squirms and sighs as I lean my face down between her legs. The smell of her is mind-blowing, all that desire, all that need. All for me. I lap at her slit, slow and smooth, eating her up as I trail my tongue along her seam, opening her up and exploring. Then I flick the swollen bud of her clit and suck it into my mouth, gently pulsing it until her moans deepen. Her hips grind into my face, and I hold her down while I lick her into a frenzy. “Come for me, Amber.”

She screams my name, and her back bows as ecstasy shoots through her. I keep my face exactly where it is, arousal rushing from her and onto my lips, my beard, my nose. Her body quakes while I sweep my tongue all over her pussy, cleaning her up and savoring every last drop. With trembling thighs bracketing my head, I nuzzle her damp curls and smile. “Fuck. Can I stay here forever?”

She props herself up on her elbows and laughs, a big, dopey smile on her face. “Well, you could, honey, but I’m not sure it’d help swing that South Korean deal in your favor.”

I wipe my face clean and crawl up to join her. She waits until I’m lying flat on my back and then straddles me. My cock is fucking delighted when she rubs herself against me, and she sighs and squirms some more. “Oh, honey, we really need to do something about this swelling.”

“Yeah, we do, don’t we? How about you go and stand by that barre for me?”

Her eyebrows shoot up. “You want to fuck me while we watch in the mirror?”

“I’ve wanted to do that since the moment we walked in here. That is what the mirrors are for, right?”

“They are tonight,” she replies, getting to her feet. Her legs are still a little wobbly from her orgasm, but she soon steadies, and I look on as she saunters, completely naked, to the wooden barre. She holds onto it with her palms and bends over, presenting her ass to me. She glances over her shoulder. “What are you waiting for, sir?”

Fuck. For a second, I was so mesmerized by the sight of her that I lost the ability to move. I jump to my feet, get rid of my shoes and pants, and stand behind her. I’m desperate to get inside that tight pussy, especially when I see it’s still glistening, but I take my time. I run my hands over her juicy, round ass. “Some other night, Amber, I’d love to fuck this ass as well. It could be one of our firsts.”

She gulps but sways her backside more firmly into my hands. She had a bad experience with anal before she met me, and that stopped her from being open to trying again. Now, though, she’s a very different woman.

“I’d like that, Elijah. I really would.”

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