DANCE FOR ME (DANCE FOR ME SERIES Book 3)

by Stone, Holly

  “Ailee…” Mark said, caressing my cheeks. “If you can’t tell me, show me baby. Show me what you need and I’ll give it to you. I’ll give it all to you.”

  My breath caught in my throat and a tear slipped past my restraint. Before I had a chance to swipe it away, Mark kissed me where it fell. It was that simple gesture that gave me resolve. “I want you.” I said, cupping my hand around the back of his neck and pulling him towards me. “I want everything.”

  “Then that’s exactly what I’ll give to you.”

  ***

  Mark had been right about me earlier that night. I wasn’t a ‘sex on the beach’ kind of girl. It was too messy with far too much risk of sand abrasion in unfortunate places. I wasn’t averse to being carried to Mark’s hotel room though, while he sang what had become ‘our tune’ into my hair. The resort was quiet but when we passed Andrea and Dan’s suite we could hear giggling and I was so unbelievably happy for them.

  At Mark’s door, he rested me down, made quick work of the lock, and pulled me into the room. He wasn’t cautious. I had given him the greenlight to everything and the look in his eyes said he was going to take it. I was buzzing just thinking about what we were going to do and so damn happy I could draw a line right across Todd and his arseholery.

  When the door closed behind us the room was dark, but as my eyes adjusted I could see Mark pulling his tie away from his shirt collar, watching me. I had buttons down the front of my dress, little covered ones that were fiddly to do up but easy to undo. As I flipped them open one by one, his burning gaze followed the path of my fingers. At the waist there was a silk belt tie and I drew it apart, not slowly but not too fast either. When I slipped the soft fabric of the dress off my shoulders, standing in front of Mark in my lacy cream bra, panties and the pearl decorated garter that matched Andrea’s, he stepped close enough that I could feel the heat rolling off him in waves. He loomed over me, my head level with his broad chest and I breathed him in; the warm sent of his cologne and the unique sent of his skin making me lightheaded.

  I was buzzing, hands antsy, eyes flicking between his hands that were undoing his grey trousers too slowly and his eyes that burned me with their intensity. Touching him was electric, my palms skittering as they slid up his sides, over ribs packed with muscle, then across his pectorals, thumbs gently brushing his nipples. Mark hissed then, shoving his trousers off roughly, and grabbing me under the thighs, lifting me in the air as if I weighed nothing. I felt like a doll in his arms, totally at his behest, but also powerful. The sounds he was making as he kissed and licked my neck, walking me over to the bed were needy. Greedy. His cock was rock hard between my legs, craning to get through the last two flimsy layers of fabric until it could push its way inside me. The thought made me frantic. Desperate hands tugged at his hair as my lips sought the warmth of his mouth.

  Marks kiss wasn’t chaste as he lay me down on the bed and rested his weight on top of me, pushing his hips to rub his cock against my throbbing clit. His tongue caressed mine in the rhythm of his hips until I was mindless; clawing at his back, leg hooked over his thigh to force him to push harder.

  His hand moved to grasp my breast through the lace, thumb seeking the hardness of my nipple and pressing down. We moaned at the same time, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted skin on skin, nothing between us but heat and sweat. It was me that pushed my bra strap down, hard enough that my whole breast was uncovered into his palm. The feel of my bare softness made Mark draw away to look. His hand was huge, cupping all my pale flesh with my nipple poking through his fingers. He pinched, gently to start, then when I moaned he looked up at me questioningly.

  “Everything?” he asked, “If you want it all you’ve got to tell me what you like.”

  There he was again, pushing me, picking at my edges to peek underneath. Part of me hated it but a bigger part told me to stop being stupid. Wasn’t that what I wanted? Someone who sought to know me, who cared what I wanted and made it their mission to deliver. Isn’t that what we all seek? Understanding. Consideration. Appreciation.

  Mark had it all. In spades.

  “Ask me questions,” I said, quietly. “I’m not good at this.”

  He kissed me so gently then, as though I was a delicate flower he wanted to see open and show its beauty to the world.

  “Do you like it when I pinch you?” I nodded and he grinned. “Harder?” Another nod and a dirty smile. “Do you want me to lick you?” This time my nod was accompanied by wide eyes and a tomato shade blush which he ran his fingers over. “Sweet Ailee. I want to taste you so badly. I want to see your pretty pussy and feel it on my tongue.” He licked the soft underside of my top lip as if to demonstrate and I tasted the sweetness of the cocktail on him.

  “What else?” I whispered.

  “You tell me baby! You like it long and slow or hard and fast?” When he smiled it was lazy and the dimple on his left cheek suddenly appeared, giving him a cheeky school boy look.

  “Both!” I said, with a bit too much enthusiasm.

  “What the lady wants the lady will get.” He rose up on his forearms, arms bulging as they took all his weight and then pushed backwards so he was kneeling between my legs. Mark’s finger traced the lace at the top of my knickers then moved to run over the little pearls on my garter, slipping under it to caress the skin beneath. He seemed transfixed by it, his head cocked to the side, eyes fully focused on the slow back and forth action. My thigh trembled at the sensation, and I had to slide my feet up the bed to stop my hips from rising up. “You have such soft skin and amazing legs. I’ve been looking at them all day. Your ankles and these strong calves. Those killer shoes.” Mark laughed quietly. “I kept thinking about your thighs. What they would be like? What it would feel like to get between them. And now here I am.”

  “Here you are. So, what does it feel like?”

  He shook his head, as if words weren’t enough. “Can I tell you later? When I slide myself in here?” His finger moved from my thigh to press against the wetness of my panties and he groaned, slipping under the fabric and touching the very heart of me.

  Everything in me stilled except my frantic heart. I couldn’t breathe as he teased with tiny movements, fingers slick with my arousal. I wanted him to just push inside me, to take me apart physically as he had mentally, but he didn’t. Instead he moved to pull my panties off oh so slowly, but left the garter and bra in place, then he eased my legs apart, holding them spread, pressing me open with his weight. The cool air-conditioned air licked at my wetness, making my clit tighten and pulse but all Mark did was look.

  “You’re so pretty,” he said, “so lovely.” Then he bent his head to lick a long stripe between my parted lips and I almost came from that one motion. His tongue was hot and rough, a perfect counterpoint to the cool air. Using the very tip, he nudged against my clit, slipping against it over and over until I couldn’t keep my legs from coming up to hug against his head. “That’s it,” he said, when I pushed my hips up off the bed. “Take what you want.”

  “Oh god,” I said, chasing, chasing but not quite getting there. “I need…more, more.”

  And boy did he give it to me.

  I felt the press of his fingers, two at least, the delicious stretching as he pushed in an inch still licking, licking, licking. Then he twisted his fingers as he thrust them in to the knuckle and I came with such a blinding flash that everything in me went rigid; back bowed off the bed, toes curled, hands in fists as I rode the most cathartic orgasm of my life. I wanted to shout “fuck you Todd,” at the top of my lungs but settled for saying it in my head. Then I reached down to pull Mark on top of me, holding him so tightly around his middle he gasped and then chuckled. “That good huh?”

  “Oh yeah,” I whispered, pressing my open mouth against his skin and tasting the salty sweetness of him. “I think it was called a ‘heavenly orgasm’. It comes with amaretto and baileys!”

  Mark laughed warmly. “So that’s your favourite drink! Perfect drink for an angel.�
� When he grinned at his own cheesiness, I kissed his dimple and the corner of his mouth, the tip of his nose and his shoulder.

  “Where did you come from?” I asked, with so much awe in my voice it made me want to cry.

  “I think it’s called Hong Kong,” he laughed.

  “Mmm…are all men from Hong Kong like you?”

  “Nah…most ex-pats are stuck up idiots. I can’t wait to get back to England when my contract’s finished. I’ve had enough.”

  “When’s that going to be?” I asked, tracing my finger over his eyebrow and the tiny scar he had above, filing all the little details that made him to memory.

  “Just under a year.”

  He kissed my mouth, soft at first, then long, slow and deep. I could feel how ready he was, the hard press of his cock nestled in the groove between my leg and hip, nudging with every slide of his tongue. I ran my fingers down his spine, the indentation between the muscles of his shoulders deep and strong, and then dug my fingers into his ass to let him know I was ready too.

  Mark’s hands traced my body, sometimes hard, sometimes soft. Always reverential. “Are you still okay with everything Ailee?”

  When I nodded he reached towards the bedside table, his hand returning with a shiny packet. “Can I put it on you?” I asked, feeling nervous but loving the idea of preparing him for what was to come.

  “Yeah.” Mark sat back, his cock standing tall, holding it tight at the bottom. I kneeled up in front of him and took the packet, tearing it open and then rolling it down his length slowly. He moaned, his legs shaking as I held him tight in my hands and smoothed it until it was in place. He kissed me against my jaw and whispered in my ear. “Can I make a request?”

  “Course,” I said, fascinated by what he might ask of me.

  “I want you on top Ailee. I want to see you take control. I want to watch you take what you want from me.” The way his said it, smooth and feather soft, and the way his eyes stroked over my face made my heart hurt. I knew he was doing this for me, to give me the reigns to what happened next. Maybe a bit for him too so that he was sure I was fully present and for the right reasons.

  “Okay,” I said and watched as he moved to sit against the headboard, his body so big and strong and good.

  I undid my bra, wanting everything to be on show for his pleasure and crawled towards him until I was straddling his lap, legs spread so wide I felt a twinge in my hips. So this is what it felt like to have him between my thighs.

  “That’s it,” Mark said, pulling me by the hips and raising me up over this cock, hauling me forward so he could lick and suck my nipples. “Put me inside you Ailee. I want to feel you.”

  I reached between my legs to hold onto his cock, stroking it against my clit, watching it probe me in the most explicit way, then I pushed it towards my hole and rested back just enough for him to slide inside an inch. It was so big, so hard and I was so swollen from wanting that it all felt too much. I rocked back and forth, trying to open myself enough to slip down but it wasn’t happening. I must have shown my frustration on my face because Mark tipped my chin and told me to relax and kissed me to help me do just that. Using one of his hands to hold my hip tightly, he pushed himself up and me down and suddenly I was full. When we were bone to bone I flopped against him, the sensations too much but he helped me, starting us in a slow rhythm that I eventually began to lead. He felt so good inside me, big enough to stretch but not to hurt and the way he pulled me against his body gave my clit enough contact to feel the possibility of another orgasm rising inside me.

  Mark’s hands moved to my breasts, kneading them gently and pinching my nipples in time to my movements. There was so much heat between us; sweat on my upper lip and glistening above his collar bones. His lips were demanding now, tongue exploring until I felt lost in the pull and push that was everywhere our bodies were connected. My orgasm snuck up on me, rolling up as a fast swell as Mark clutch as my ass and squeezed. I think he knew it was coming before I did because he tugged at me to move faster, whispering “that’s it, that’s it,” in hot gusts against my neck.

  I came with a high pitched moan and he followed with a growl, everything pulsing and fluttering between us. He held himself so still, as if all his muscles had seized from an overload of pleasure. We held each other close and it was perfect.

  We had two more days and nights together before Mark returned to Hong Kong and I travelled back to England. It was the sweetest 48 hours of my life and the funniest. Mark made good on his promise of a long slow screw up against the wall and on just about every other surface we could find.

  When we said goodbye it was with the happiest, most grateful tears and the tightest hug of my life. We made each other no promises or commitments but communicated every day because we wanted to. Mark sent me links to a new 1980s track each morning, but Rio remained our song. Now, as I wait for his plane to arrive from Hong Kong with almost a year between us, I know I am ready to be with him. He holds my heart so carefully in his hands and I know he always will.

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  About the author

  Hi! I’m Holly Stone. I live, work and write in London. Writing isn’t my day job but I love creating characters enough to do it in my spare time. When I’m not working, writing or parenting I’m reading, day dreaming about my next book and trying to stretch time like elastic!

  I love people and chocolate and stories that grab you by the heart and squeeze. Before I became a mummy I travelled to cool places and studied ancient things and danced in heels and drank gin with orange juice. When my kids are grown I am planning to do all those things again, just wearing longer skirts!

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