Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
“If I give you the world, Isla, will you stay?”
“I danced my whole life to be free,” she says as she sets her palm flat against my chest and holds my eyes with hers. “Now I’m yours…and I don’t even know if I want to leave again.”
It’s all that I need to hear to make her mine again. I wrap my arms behind her back and lower her carefully to the floor of the stage. Slowly, and with deliberate intention, I remove one article of clothing after the other, letting my hands run over her skin as I expose each part of her body. “This is your stage,” I remind her as I kiss the top of her chest and hover over her. “I think it’s time we broke it in, don’t you?”
Isla reaches for the top of my pants, showing with her nonverbal agreement that she wants this, too. I let her take her time removing my clothes, and I let myself enjoy the feeling of her hands on my cock once there’s no barrier between us. But when she goes to reach down and untie the ribbons of her shoes, I grab her wrist to stop her.
“Leave them on,” I say as I lower myself onto her, pressing my palms against the dance floor, letting my cock weigh heavy between her legs.
She lifts her hands back up to grip my shoulders as I push inside her. Her warm, waiting tightness encases my cock from tip to shaft with each inch of my entry. The friction of filling her is so tantalizing that I pause for just a moment to fully enjoy the sensation. When I do, Isla wraps her legs around my waist, and I can feel her shoes dig against my tailbone. There is something almost delightfully taboo against fucking such a fragile creature on the floor that she delicately dances on. But just like the illusion of dance being soft and gentle when it truly requires great strength and force, I push deeper still, driving her body beneath me as I own her here.
Isla leans her face toward mine, wanting my tongue in her mouth, which I gladly oblige. The sensation of having so much of myself inside her causes me to pulsate with a relentless desire. As I work to bring us both closer to climax, beads of sweat form on my brow and drip down onto her bare chest.
“Wait,” Isla whispers, to my surprise. “Vincent, wait.”
Never has she told me to stop, and never have I considered stopping. But the look in her eyes isn’t one of displeasure or discomfort, it’s one of a more a more adventurous nature.
“I want to finish this on top,” she breathes.
I can tell by her voice that this isn’t an attempt at a power play, it’s something else. So, keeping us connected in a smooth movement as I roll her over on top of me, I lay with my back against the dancefloor and wait to see what she’s going to do.
At first, she looks around as if she’s about to perform in front of the theatre’s empty audience. I can feel her muscles clench around my cock as if this excites her—this feeling of being on stage as she rides me. Isla places her palms against my chest to steady herself as she moves. Every motion is pure, unadulterated divinity. I stare up at her, hair falling over her bare breasts, body curving and pressing against me as if she’s gracefully dancing with me inside of her. The act is not only a sensory overload of pleasure, but also beautiful. It’s as if she’s in the spotlight, about to have roses thrown at her feet as she ushers my throbbing cock toward a standing ovation.
As she races closer to orgasm, her body grinds down on mine, taking me all in deeper than I’ve ever been before. I hold on to the sides of her pointe shoes that are pressed down against the sides of my legs as she erupts into a violent orgasm. With her shoes still clasped in my hands, I follow with an orgasm of my own, one that is so strong that I can feel it in the back of my teeth.
Isla’s body collapses onto me, as light as a feather, as I catch her and sweep her matted hair away from her face. We both breathe heavily against each other, and I can feel my cock still pulsing with aftershocks between her legs.
“Now this stage really is mine,” she says through ragged breaths.
CHAPTER 19
ISLA
As I straighten the baseball cap on top of Vincent’s head, I tease, “I guess this could technically be our second official date.”
“I look like a fool,” he grumbles, smoothing down the front of his sweatshirt. “I guess you’ll just have to excuse the casual attire, but it’s best that we stay incognito while out and about in the city until I can be sure Angelo isn’t coming for you again.”