Page 27 of The Virgin's Dance
Serena slithered around the corner with a smile on her face. So, it wasElliott’s pee Kristof was using to pass his drug testing. She had been passing the bathroom and heard the argument inside.Good.Now she had that in her back pocket too.
Serena only had one thing she wanted to achieve and that was being principal. She had almost been there and then Boheme Dali came along. Well, if she couldn’t get there by talent, she’d use other means.
Blackmail being one of them.
She grinned to herself and went to her next class.
Chapter Twelve
It had been two days since her collapse, and Boh was rested and relieved it hadn’t taken her longer to recover. She had spent the last two days with Pilot, and now, they were back in his studio, working on the exhibition photographs.
Boh had asked the ballet company’s clothes director if she could borrow some costumes, and Arden had come through for her with some incredible outfits, some traditional, like the costume for the white swan, some not so traditional.
For now, though, she wore a simple light pink leotard, her hair down and slightly damp, and she posed around the studio. Right now, she wasen pointeon top of an old shipping crate as Pilot moved around her, clicking away. The studio lights were hot but Boh didn’t care.
“Okay, baby, you can get down now.” Pilot grinned at her, then stared down at his camera, flicking through the images. She loved to watch him work. It was as if the sadness she saw constantly in his eyes evaporated and he became this other being, Pilot, the photographer.
Her love.
She padded over to him and slid an arm around his waist as he showed her what they had created. She chuckled softly. “I’ll never get over the fact that that’s me. You are a genius.”
She looked up to find him gazing at her and a thrill went through her body. His eyes were soft with love, full of desire. “Hey, pretty girl,” he said softly and brushed his lips against hers. God, he was intoxicating. Pilot put his camera down and took her in his arms. “How are you feeling?”
Boh smiled. “So, so much better, Pilot … so much better.”
His lips crushed against hers and she tangled her fingers in his dark curls as they kissed, the heat between them a firestorm. Pilot peeled her leotard from her shoulders, pulling it down so he could take her nipples into his mouth in turn. The feel of his tongue on her nipple made her moan with pleasure and she took his hand and pressed it between her legs. “I’m so wet for you, baby …”
With a groan, Pilot swept her onto the floor and covered her body with his. He tugged her leotard off and kicked out of his jeans as Boh pulled his T-shirt over his head. She couldn’t get enough of this man’s body, the way he made her feel so precious, so beautiful. She ran her hands over his hard chest and looked up into his eyes. The way he looked at her …
“You’re so beautiful,” she whispered and he chuckled.
“Stealing my best lines …” His lips were against her again then as she wrapped her legs around his waist, and they began to make love slowly, taking their time.
The feel of his cock inside her, filling her, made her moan with uninhibited pleasure. Boh kissed his soft lips with such passion, she tasted blood. Pilot braced his arms on either side of her head and thrust harder as they both neared climax, Boh encouraging him harder, deeper.
She came, arching her back, pressing her belly against his as she felt his body judder and jerk with his own climax. They collapsed next to each other, panting, and Boh giggled.
“We’re animals.”
Pilot laughed, his face flushed pink from his exertions. “That we are. God, Boh, you make me feel like a new man. Shit, that was so cliché, but it’s true. I’veneverfelt like this before. Ever.”
Her body tingled with delight at his words. “Really?”
“Really.” He turned onto his side and trailed a fingertip down her body, making her wriggle with pleasure. He stroked her belly, then bent his head to press his lips against the smooth curve of it. He looked up at her, questioning, and she nodded as he smiled and moved down her body.
He pushed her thighs apart and then his mouth was on her sex, licking, teasing, sucking. His fingers massaged the skin of her inner thighs as she felt the excitement build again from the depths of her body, making her skin tingle, her limbs liquify.
Pilot made her come again and again, then, shyly, she told him she wanted to return the favor. “You have to tell me if I’m doing this wrong.”
She took his cock into her mouth, flicking her tongue over the sensitive tip. She was gratified when Pilot sucked in a shaky breath and told her. “That’s it, like that, baby.” She trailed her tongue up and down the silky shaft, her hands massaging his sack. His cock, huge, thick, and long, quivered at her touch, stiffening until Pilot was gasping and groaning.
“Baby, I’m close if you want to stop?”
Boh shook her head, instead wanting to swallow his seed down. Pilot came and she felt his semen pump into her tongue, a sweet yet salty taste.
Afterwards, they showered together, and ordered pizza. While they waited, they sat on the couch and went through his photos. Pilot chuckled to himself. “You know what? I think we almost have an exhibit, baby. I’ve never known someone to be as affecting as you on camera. I would like some outside shots too, plus some of you working at the barre in class.”
“Shouldn’t be a problem.” She nudged him with her shoulder. “Listen, Grace is inRubiestonight at the Lincoln Center. I’d like to go and support her … wanna come?”
