Page 9 of Dancing Diva
"Come on." She grabs my hand and loops my arm around her shoulder, leading me over to the couch.
“How many others have you brought up here?” she asks.
The truth slips out of my lips like a hot knife through butter.
"Only you," I say. Her eyes widened like she wasn't expecting this answer. "I never wanted to share this place with anyone before you."
“And after me?” she asks.
“There is no one after you. It will only ever be you.”
Her eyes darken with passion, and she pushes me backward. I land on the couch. She reaches beneath her skirt and slips off her panties, tossing them at me with a mischievous smile.
That’s my girl.
She starts moving to the imaginary sounds of music that isn't playing. But that doesn't matter. The way her body sways, all the notes in the world are playing in my head right now.
Claire spins around, peeking over her shoulder playfully at me before she bends over and gives a view more stunning than the skyline of the Strip. I can't hold back, yanking at the buckle of my jeans and pulling my raging cock out. The precum seeping out the tip gives me all the wetness I need to start pumping my hand up and down.
“Come here,” I say, my voice deep and rough.
Turning back to face me, she walks over and rests her knees on either side of my lap. She pushes up against me, her breasts by my eager mouth as she grips my cock between us and slowly lowers herself onto me.
The warm heat of her body enveloping me nearly has me blacking out. I grip the thick skin on either side of her hips with bruising pressure, trying to keep from thrusting my hips up into her. I don't need her to say the words to know that she wants to take the lead.
Her ass hits my thighs, and she leans close and whispers into my ear, "Fuck me."
She's right about that. This isn't a moment for making love. I will show her the tenderness later, but right now, it's an animal instinct that's coursing between us. Claire circles her hips, and I piston my hips in and out of her. The friction of our bodies moving against one another builds the pressure of our release both too quickly and not quickly enough. I remind myself that there is more to come between us, and this will be one of a million orgasms we will get to share.
I feel the tightening of her inner muscles constrict around me, and I know she's close. My hips move of their own will, and I let myself go, unable to hold back any longer. Claire follows with me. Our hands never leaving the other as we let go, handing ourselves over to the other and our shared release.
“I love you,” I breathe out.
Her lips find mine. “I love you too.”
It’s insane to think that two people can fall so quickly, but when it’s right, there’s no need to hold back. This life is too short not to take the chance when true love is right in front of you.
7
CLAIRE
It isn't until we are walking over to the edge of the rooftop, Adam's arm draped over my shoulder and me tucked into his side, that we notice the flashing red and blue lights below.
We both run over to the edge, expecting to see some kind of scene below that we were completely oblivious to, but instead, it quickly dawns on both of us that the cops aren't here because of someone else—they are here for us.
There is no dignified way of climbing down a fire escape with a skirt and no panties on. Adam does his best to block me, but I don’t miss the muttering between the officers when we get to the bottom.
The cops explained to us that someone saw me sitting on the rooftop edge and thought that I was contemplating jumping. Apparently, from their angle, they couldn't see Adam in the dark. But since we were, in fact, trespassing on private property, they had to arrest us anyway.
Once at the police department, after getting booked, I reluctantly made the phone call to my parents to wire money and bail me out. There was no way I was going to take a chance and use my one call to try and contact one of the other bridesmaids. With my luck, they wouldn't even pick up.
My mother was beside herself when the officer handed me the phone when he couldn't get her to calm down. I didn't want to take it, but he thrusted the phone into my hand.
After a minute or so of trying to get in a word of explanation to her, my father finally got on the line. He agreed to send bail money for me but was reluctant when I told him to send some for Adam. But after a subtle reminder that Vegas was the unofficial eloping capital of the world, if he wanted to walk me down the aisle one day, he'd send the money. It wasn't like he was hurting for it, and I hardly ever played the spoiled daughter card for a reason such as this—well maybe not this specifically.
“Dad, before you go, can you do me a favor?” I ask.
"I'm kind of in the middle of the last one you asked me, but I guess so," he grumbles.
