The Tango: Sexual Awakenings #2

by Chase, Angelica

  Pressing my lips together so not a single word had a chance of escaping, I began to move along his tongue slowly. He swallowed my sex whole, capturing it with his mouth, sucking my clit and dipping his fingers in and out. I looked down as I rode his mouth and saw his eyes were black in the candlelight. I slid my ridge along his tongue as I watched his eyes close and open with desire. I felt the pull and moved my hips faster as he twisted his fingers, tugging and pulling the orgasm from me. It started at my core and burst through every single pore I had, sending me reeling and shaking uncontrollably.

  He didn’t stop the lap of his tongue and I quickly pulled my hips up, trying to keep his tongue away from my sensitive clit. He smacked my ass, pulling me back down, plunging a finger inside my sex before moving it to my ass and pushing it in. I burst in his mouth, bucking and drowning in the sensation.

  Defeated, I buried my head into the top of the chair. He rubbed my juices up and down my pussy, soaking me with it while keeping his finger moving in my ass.

  “I’m going to fuck this ass tonight, Mrs. Harvell,” he said, coaxing me with his skilled hands, challenging me with his eyes as I peered down at him. Panic seized my chest as he slipped another finger inside my ass fully, thrusting them both and stretching me. He slipped out from under me, keeping his fingers inside as his cock brushed my ass. The candle flickered again and I braced myself. The hot oil was less intense now and I reveled in the feeling. My senses reeled with the movement of his fingers. He pulled them out, covering me with even more oil mixed with my juice, and I felt his fingers deep again. He leaned over me. “Now I’ll own all of you.”

  Moaning at his touch, I began to come undone. The intensity of his voice had my clit throbbing again. I heard a package rip and looked behind me to see him roll a condom on. He removed his fingers quickly and replaced it with the head of his cock and I screamed out.

  “Oh, God.” I gripped the leather again, trying to acclimate to him. I moved my ass forward as I scrambled to get away from the pain.

  Rhys stilled me, soothing me with his hands. He slowly slipped in further, taking care as he let me get used to the new feeling.

  “Fuck,” he spit out, moving gently, not giving me more than I was ready for. Hearing his arousal sent me over the edge and I gripped the top of the chair again, slowly moving with him, taking him in one delicious inch at a time. He stood there as I slid onto his dick and I could hear his breathing increase as he caressed my back. The minute he reached around and rubbed my clit, I slid back onto him completely. And this time we both gasped.

  “Fuck, fuck!” Rhys hissed as he stood unmoving, patiently waiting for me to adjust to him. Feeling so full, so incredible, hardly able to speak, I pushed out the only word I could. “Please.”

  He pumped into me slowly and I clawed the chair desperately until the pain became more pleasurable than I’d ever imagined. I saw the flicker again and felt the wax hit my back as he rubbed it over my ass with one hand while massaging my clit with the other. I felt the pull come and pushed it away, savoring every single bit of pleasure and pain coursing through me. My whimpers turned into moans as he found a slow rhythm. My heart was beating out of control as he took me away with his strokes. I felt it then, a pull unlike any other I’d ever felt. My chest was heavy with emotion. I let it go. I didn’t know if they were tears of pain or pleasure and why they belonged here, but they were silent, and for that I was thankful. I started to move against him, encouraging him as the foreign feeling came over me.

  “Fucking perfect,” he said, picking up speed with each thrust of his hips. I pushed my ass back, giving him more, making him moan in appreciation. He concentrated on my clit, moving his fingers quickly as he started to pound into me. Sensing my release, Rhys reached around and gripped my throat, squeezing hard. A feeling of complete ecstasy came over me. This time, I didn’t have a choice. I came hard, every fiber of my being releasing and pulsating as a layer of sweat formed on my skin and I shook beneath him. I let out an intense wail, clawing the leather as I the rush continued to shake me. Evidence dripped from my sex and ran down my thighs. With a growl, he pulled out of my ass and I heard him rip the condom off quickly before he plunged into my drenched pussy.

  In that moment, Rhys lost his control and I pushed back as he thrust forward, his strokes coming fast.

  “Fuck yes!” His voice was hoarse with desire. His hand came down hard, blistering my skin repeatedly, and this time I reveled in the pain, my moans matching his. I felt him growing harder inside me as he hit the need in me, and as soon as I let go, I felt another hard slap, driving my orgasm on as I screamed for him.

  With the last ripple coursing its way through my limbs, he turned me over in the chair, laying me back down on the flat seat then poured wax all over my chest. I savored the sensitivity as my breasts were covered in the hot oil that he rubbed in, taking special care to cover the valley between them.

  “Push them together,” he ordered, breathless. I had never seen his face so full of intensity, never seen him so hot for me. I grabbed my tits and squeezed them together as tight as I could. He pushed his cock between them, thrusting hard. After a few strokes, he pulled away, fisting his dick as he came all over my neck and chest. His entire body glistened as he threw his head back, teeth clenched. I watched his cock spurt more of his sweet liquid all over me. It was perfect.

  He grunted with the last of his release, his legs shaking as he pumped the last drop onto my stomach.

  The silence in the room was only interrupted by our heavy breathing as our eyes remained locked. His chest heaved in time with mine as he studied me. The connection between us was so powerful at that moment, I was sure that he would acknowledge it.

  I sat up when he turned to leave me and felt the emotion come back tenfold. I covered my face with my hands and sobbed as I sat in the chair, terrified of what he would think, but at the same time not giving a damn. It hit me so suddenly, I had no choice but to let go. Rhys picked me up, sat me on his lap and held me closely to his chest, stroking my back as I cried. I don’t know how long it took for me to get it out, a minute or an hour, but he held me, pressing his lips to my forehead repeatedly. When I pulled away from him, I caught his eyes and saw the man I once had a chance with. He was still in there. He wiped the sides of my face and brought his lips to mine briefly.

  We got dressed by candlelight, neither of us saying a word. I could tell he wanted to talk, that he had something he wanted to say, and I gave him an earnest look, hoping it was welcoming. The sex was incredible, we were amazing together, and this distance just felt…wrong. He watched me walk to the door and I turned back to him to give him one last chance, but he stayed silent. I walked out more sated and freed than I’d ever felt in my life. The only sadness left in the room was held in the grey eyes of the man who had truly freed me through pleasure and pain.

  I stayed busy working and finishing the honey-do list around my house that Alex never bothered to get to. I hung shelves, raked leaves. Things that other people dreaded, I now looked forward to. I was completely independent. My mother would be proud. She always told me men weren’t a necessity for any woman. When Alex and I had moved into this house and found the movers had left the couch in the center of the room and Alex was nowhere to be found, she picked up one end, gesturing for me to get the other.

  “Leave it, Mom, we need a man to take care of that.”

  She walked over to me and firmly gripped my shoulders, pinning me with a seriousness I’d never seen.

  “You don’t need a man for anything. Especially for something you can do yourself, do you hear me, Violet?” I nodded, not arguing with her, and picked up the end of the couch.

  I painted my soon to be ex-husband’s old office and made it my own. It was progress.

  I had found a small amount of normalcy and saw that I was losing the extra weight I had put on over the last year. My arms were leaner, firmer, and the small amount of pudge around my middle was disappearing.

  I wouldn’
t change a fucking thing.

  Remembering Rhys’s words about my body made my chest heavy.

  Rhys.

  My heart squeezed. No matter how busy I kept myself, he was always in the back of my mind. Then thoughts of our last encounter would come flashing back. The room lit in a soft glow of orange, the feel of the leather chair, the scent of the oil, the sound of our moans mixed, all stayed with me.

  He had raised my level of sexual awareness to the top in just over a month. I thought I would need a year to find out what I did and didn’t want, but in a short amount of time he had shown me a little of both.

  But nothing was off limits when it came to him. I would do whatever he wanted. His pleasure was my aphrodisiac. It was him that I craved most.

  I didn’t need a man, I wanted one. I wanted Rhys.

  He doesn’t want you anymore, Vi.

  I needed to accept it, I just couldn’t. And there was no way I could give him up. Not yet. Maybe our time was short. Maybe his intention was to end things. He said he was a relationship type of guy, maybe he would meet someone and end our sessions. That thought alone had me working longer hours, running in circles in my mind while I kept busy with my body. I would wait and endure his distance until I couldn’t do it anymore.

  I just couldn’t give him up.

  Brunch with my mother that Sunday proved to be a difficult task. I was anxious about the outcome of my divorce. I should have just taken the money. Being free of Alex would be the best part of it. Brunch with my mother had sounded like a good idea at the time. She had driven me to The Carmine House, a beautiful three story mansion nestled in the heart of Carmine Plantation. It was my favorite place to dine, and on that particular day, I had no desire to appreciate it. I sighed looking over my menu.

  “What is it, Vi? You haven’t said three words since I picked you up.” My mother leaned over the table, concern in her eyes.

  “Nothing, really, Mom. Don’t worry,” I said, motioning for the waiter. I wanted a Bloody Mary and fast. I just wanted to enjoy this day with my mother, but for some reason, I couldn’t stop thinking about the grey-eyed man who had been punishing both my heart and body. I had two men fucking up my mojo. This was unacceptable.

  “Mom, I’ll be honest. I’ve been seeing a man who is absolutely beautiful. He’s smart, funny, sexy as hell, and seems to have a good heart, but I’ve ruined my chances with him.” I closed my menu, my appetite gone, and took an olive from the Bloody Mary just set before me and popped it into my mouth.

  “Well, what happened?” My mother was on the edge of her seat. I never gave her dirty details, but I had a feeling all through high school and college and even after, she lived vicariously through me. Having found my father at such a young age, she didn’t have the chance to really date around. Although she seemed content, she stayed curious. And she never pushed me for details, either.

  “I lied about living with Alex.” I saw her about to comment and waved my hand quickly to interrupt her. “In my defense, we had only been dating a few weeks and Alex got really sick, delaying me ending it and making him leave. I should’ve done it sooner, but I screwed up.” I shook my head back and forth slightly and closed my eyes briefly. “He found out and was not happy.”

  “Can’t start a relationship based on a lie, Violet.” I nodded, wondering why I told her in the first place. I’d condemned myself enough.

  “The thing is, we didn’t know each other that well.” Only he’d had his fingers, lips and mouth on every inch of my flesh.

  “Well, did you apologize?” she asked as I noticed a familiar movement from the corner of my eye. I straightened in my chair when my eyes caught a glimpse of the rest of him. There was no mistaking my lover. He had an air of confidence about him. I could feel his presence. I took a long sip of my drink and watched him.

  Rhys was being seated in the corner facing away from me. He was with an older couple. I sucked in a breath and my mother noticed my sudden intake of air.

  “What is it, Violet?” I quickly averted my eyes, not wanting to give anything away. “Nothing, Mother. Yes I apologized profusely and he wouldn’t accept.”

  “Well then,” she said, eyeing her menu, “his loss.”

  “Yes, I guess so,” I replied, letting my eyes wander again as I held my menu high, covering my face. The couple smiled with apparent adoration on their faces at Rhys. These were his parents. My eyes widened when a very pregnant woman joined them, and I felt my chest fall as Rhys embraced her. I pulled out the straw and swallowed my drink in a few gulps, my face on fire.

  Of course he has a wife. Why would he bring me to his home? She must have been out of town or something. We fucked in practically every room, where she lived, in her bed! He’d probably hid all of her clothes somewhere in the house. What an absolute piece of—

  “Violet, if you are going to burn the man’s head off with your stare and murder him secretly with your assumptions, at least go over there and introduce yourself to his wife to be sure.” My mother, the absolute she-devil and epitome of an intuitive woman, could not only read me, but could read anyone. This is why I trusted her whole-heartedly with advice and…well, everything else.

  She raised a brow at me. “I am assuming that is the man you were speaking of?”

  “He’s married. This can’t be happening.” I looked over to see Rhys putting his head to his wife’s full belly, sweetly rubbing his hand back and forth, the gesture of a man in love.

  He’d just humiliated me for lying to him, given me the silent treatment, and made sure I’d paid with my body, though I really couldn’t argue that point.

  I couldn’t stop the heat surging through my body.

  Temper, temper.

  I would kill him, of that I was sure. I stood quickly, pointing to my empty Bloody Mary, and my mother nodded. I walked over as casually as I could, thankful for the vodka coursing through me.

  You have the upper hand, Vi. You can do this!

  “Hello, SIR!” I spouted in a melody, placed my hands on Rhys’s shoulders and squeezed quickly before removing them. Rhys stiffened in his chair, his head snapping to. I walked around so I was wedged between his parents’ seat and his so I had a full view of the table. He got his eyes from his mother, his build from his father. Both of them smiled at me with a small look of confusion. I looked to the devastatingly beautiful woman on Rhys’s right and smiled.

  “Rhys, aren’t you going to introduce us?” his mother asked, shaking her head at her son. “I’m Irene and this is my husband, Hugh.” She held out her hand and I shook it with a smile as the Bloody Mary made its way back up to my chest and lingered.

  “Violet Hale,” I said, extending my hand, noting Rhys’s jaw twitch in reaction to my maiden name, “it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

  His mother shook it sweetly and I accepted Hugh’s hand as well before moving it toward the woman next to him, smiling as my heart beat in my throat.

  “Heidi Volz,” she said, reaching out her hand.

  Oh, God, he is married!

  “Nice to meet you, Heidi! Rhys never told me he was married, but we’d just met in passing, anyway.” I was leaving and fast. I didn’t care how violence wasn’t the answer, I couldn’t take it, not from Rhys. I could just picture the massacre now.

  “No,” she laughed, “not his wife. His unwed, knocked up sister. I’m the black sheep. Thankfully he has two of us. At least she made the family proud.” She caught her mother’s glare and I laughed a little too harshly at the exchange, letting the ten tons of relief fall away from me.

  I’d not bothered to look at Rhys fully until that moment, and what I saw was surprise and anger.

  “Rhys, a quick word?” I didn’t give him time to answer before addressing his parents and sister. “I know how rude this seems, but do you mind if I steal him for a minute? I’ll be quick.”

  “Of course,” his sister beamed and his parents agreed easily.

  The nervous laughter that bubbled in my chest was almost too much,
but I maintained. Rhys got up from his seat and started walking toward the French doors that led to a wraparound porch. He only hesitated when he realized he looked absurd leaving me in the dust and turned and smiled, waiting. His sister winked at me as if to say ‘Go get him’. I had a feeling they were close. I winked back, taking Rhys’s offered arm. We walked out onto the porch to a beautiful but chilly fall day. He pulled his arm away, walking toward the railing. The Spanish moss covered trees swayed in the cool breeze. There was a green field ahead with a butterfly garden. It was absolutely beautiful. Rhys stood looking at the view in front of the porch rail, his back to me. I stayed silent as long as I could. He gave me nothing.

  “Rhys, come on, just talk to me—”

  “You think this is funny?” He was beyond angry. I had just poked the bear, and at this point, I didn’t give a shit.

  “Yes, I do,” I said defiantly, a smirk on my lips.

  “This is over, as of now.” I stopped my walk toward him and had to fight to keep my wits. The feeling of rejection was so fucking familiar now, I couldn’t escape the pain of it. Instead of filling me with despair, it angered me.

  “Fine, throw me away just like my husband did. Fuck you both.” He turned slowly, pinning me with his stare. I stopped with my hand on the door behind me. He was angry but he wanted me, just as much as I wanted him. I was sure of it.

  “You want me. I can see it. You can hide behind your words and turn your back on me all you want, but you want me.” I crossed my arms, still he gave me nothing. “He was my fucking husband, Rhys. I’d given up a long time ago. What you saw wasn’t what it looked like. But I lied, I get that. So if you are going to end it, end it. But don’t look at me like that and tell me you don’t want me and that this is over. Clearly there is something here.” I gestured between us.

  “That’s my family you introduced yourself to, Violet,” he snapped, holding a finger up in the direction of his table.