Page 12 of The Dance Deception
‘Merle! What the hell?’
‘Don’t be angry, please,’ he soothes. ‘I just want you to see how you look when you’re truly feeling the dance.’
‘But you should have asked; it’s not—’
‘Trust me,’ he says, pressing the phone into my hands and moving round behind me so he can watch over my shoulder.
‘Just watch it once,’ he whispers when I hesitate to press play. ‘Then we’ll delete it, I promise.’
‘From the Cloud, too?’ I can hear the anxiety in my voice.
He puffs his breath out. ‘I never store anything. Why open yourself up to the risk of hacking?’
And I waver. Instinct tells me to delete it immediately – he can’t film me naked without my permission and just assume it’s okay. But curiosity gets the better of me. What do I look like when I’m nude, exposed, but engrossed in our dance and so ridiculously turned on? I kind of want to know.
So I take a deep breath and start the video, telling myself it’s happened now, so I might as well see it. And what I don’t predict is how indescribably erotic it is watching myself pressed up against him while we move across the dance floor. We look completely immersed in each other and our routine looks all the better for it. I had no idea I could look like that.
As the recording plays out, Merle reaches for my breasts and I moan softly as my nipples harden under his touch.
‘Play it again,’ he whispers huskily as he moves his hands downwards and starts working his magic down below. It’s suddenly harder to concentrate on the screen.
As the routine comes to an end for the second time, he takes the phone from me and drops it into his bag, finally pulling me into a full embrace. We kiss for a long time until he steps back to strip his own clothes away.
‘I came prepared this time,’ he says, pulling a yoga mat out of his bag and unfurling it on the floor. We lower ourselves onto it and he smothers me with kisses before rolling on top of me.
I move my legs up onto his shoulders before he enters me, so he can push in deep, and in an instant all the earlier frustrations of the day evaporate from my mind. All I can think about now is that one part of my body where everything is happening – the glorious, all-encompassing sensations that are already taking over me.
I can’t take my eyes off Merle as his forehead creases in concentration and his biceps bulge from the effort of supporting himself. I move my hands to my breasts, thinking back to how sexy I felt before when he watched me touch myself, which makes him lose his rhythm and slam against me, sending waves of pleasure rocketing through me.
Sensing I’m about to come, he pulls away and drops my legs back to the floor, burying his face between them till I lose control under the expert flicks of his tongue. But he keeps going, stretching my orgasm out for longer than I ever knew was possible.
Pulling away again, he deftly flips me over and draws me up onto my knees so he can enter me from behind. My head spins lightly and my arms feel weak as he slams against me, but I don’t want him to stop. I don’t want this feeling to ever stop. My nipples are tingling and I can feel my wetness everywhere – on my thighs, between my buttocks. He grabs my hips and crashes against me one final time as he lets out his now-familiar roar.
‘I knew my idea would work,’ he says when we’re lying side by side afterwards, catching our breath. ‘I think you feel it now. I think you’re ready.’
And for the first time, I let myself believe he might be right.
Chapter 7
When I tell Lucy about it over breakfast the next morning, I leave out the video detail, not wanting her to judge me or think badly of Merle. I know she’ll think he was way out of line because that was my first thought, too. But I don’t know if she’ll understand that after I watched it, I was glad Merle had done it – because the girl in the video was sexy and adventurous and that’s what I needed to see. And he promised to delete it, so there’s no real harm done.
‘It all sounds so raunchy,’ she sighs. ‘I bet you’re gagging to get back to the studio today.’
‘If they hadn’t booted us out to close up last night, I’d probably still be there,’ I laugh.
‘You must be getting pretty close to each other now, too, with all the time you’re spending together.’
‘Closer,’ I concede, ‘but we haven’t actually done that much talking. We’re either dancing or sticking our tongues down each other’s throats. Before we left last night, Merlesaid I’m a much better dancer after sex. So I told him we’d better do a lot more of that.’
She grins. ‘You’d better get going then. You don’t want to miss out.’
But I don’t think there’s any danger of that. After the last two days, I’m confident today will not be rated PG.
Merle doesn’t whip his clothes off as soon as I arrive at the studio, though, which I’d half been expecting. We kiss, and I can feel him getting aroused as I run my hands over his buttocks, but then he breaks away so we can get stuck into our last rehearsal. Our kizomba may be looking pretty slick now, and Merle is confident we won’t be eliminated from the competition tomorrow, but he still wants to use every available second for a bit more practice.
Given that finessing the intricate details mostly involves him running his hands up and down my body, folding me into a back bend with his leg between mine and pulling me tight against him in a rippling motion, the day is not without its provocative moments. But it’s not until midway through the afternoon that things get really steamy again.
It starts when Merle sits on the chair we used as a prop yesterday to retie one of his shoes and I take a moment to stretch my legs, bending over and locking my hands behind my ankles to relieve my hamstrings. When I straighten up, he’s checking out my bum, a lustful look on his face.
