He grew even harder as I continued to massage him, and then harder still as I lowered my lips to the head of him, slowly wrapping them around him.
His snarl was followed by a massive throb in his cock, and he dragged my ass back to his face, lifting me up and burying his lips in my core while he lost it in my mouth.
I swallowed when he was done, panting a bit as he continued feasting on me, and kept a grip on his cock when he showed no sign of stopping anytime soon.
My lips and fingers played with his erection and balls, tugging and feeling. The groans and growls into my core only egged me on further—as did the growing tension in my body.
When his thumb brushed my ass, the gentle pressure did me in, and I lost it with a cry, his erection still in my mouth. He snarled with me, soaking my throat, and I rocked on his face as he continued licking every damn drop of my pleasure.
“Shit,” I panted.
“This is a fucking dream,” he growled back. “Get up here and let me hold you.”
I laughed a bit breathlessly. “Thought that’s what you were already doing.”
His tongue dragged up my ass, and I swore and rocked against him at the flood of heat that made my vagina clench.
My teeth scraped his cock in revenge, and he swore too, sitting up long enough to pluck me off his abdomen and into his arms
I laughed against his chest while he growled playfully into my hair.
We remained where we were for a few minutes, his hand moving in slow circles on my back. We were both sticky and sweaty, but the feeling of peaceful, comfortable bliss that relaxed us erased any possible discomfort.
“You’re still okay with this?” Elliot asked me.
“So okay with it,” I agreed.
“Good.” His hand continued to move slowly over my back.
There was a moment of soft, comfortable silence. I felt bare before him—not just physically, but emotionally, too. Elliot knew my past. He knew what I’d survived, he knew how hard I’d fought for both my life and Evan’s.
He knew all of that, and he respected me for it.
Hell, he was attracted to me because of it.
“You’ve never told me about your dancing,” Elliot murmured, his hand still moving slowly over my back and spine, dipping down to squeeze my ass every now and then.
“What do you want to know about it?”
“Everything.”
My lips curved upward, just slightly. “I’ve been dancing since I was like five. My mom signed me up for swim, first. And then basketball, when I didn’t like swim. And then gymnastics, when I didn’t like basketball. When I saw the dancers practicing in the building beside the gymnastics one, I told her that was what I wanted to do, so we dropped out of gymnastics that day and she signed me up on the spot. I loved it, from the very beginning.”
My eyes closed, and I found myself relaxing further against Elliot. Exhaustion was starting to sweep in, despite the slight throbbing of the climax. “It became my life—but I wanted it that way. It was everything to me, until I saw the lines on that positive pregnancy test. I didn’t think I would ever choose anything over dance, before that. But the moment I knew that there was life growing inside me, a small, fragile, innocent life, dancing was the last thing on my mind.”
Elliot’s hand continued moving slowly, and I went on. “It felt like a miracle. He felt like a miracle. Like my reward for surviving hell. I hadn’t even known whether or not I wanted to be a mom before I took that test, but as soon as I knew he was there, he was mine, and I was fiercely protective of him. I still loved dancing—and I always will. But Evan is a hell of a lot more important to me than my dancing career, or anything else.”
Elliot’s nod brushed his scruffy chin against my head, giving me goosebumps. “What do you love about dancing?”
“Everything. The way it feels to move my body with the music, to follow a routine until I’ve perfected it. It’s a form of physical art, and the only way I’ve really found to express myself. I can’t sing, or paint, or draw, but I can let the music move through me, and let my body follow it. And that feels special.”
“I’d like to see you dance.”
My lips curved upward further. “Maybe you can take one of my classes sometime.”
He chuckled, and there was a brief pause before he spoke again. “I know you don’t need the lessons, but it might be fun to take a couple’s dance class together. We could learn to salsa with the best of them, or swing dance or something.”
The idea lit me up.