Tap Dance (Dance Series)

by Judy Hornbuckle

  Our climaxes were within seconds of each other and the room was filled with his wrenching groans and my rhythmic cries.

  I slid my hips back down to the mattress and felt Ram remove his hand from between my legs, our movements languid as we struggled to slow our breathing. His heartbeat, which I felt on my back, was still beating fast from the fury of our joining.

  He remained on top of me, kissing the back of my neck and slowly gliding his still hard cock into my channel. When he did pull out, he flexed and my body responded with a squeeze which made us both chuckle at our body's involuntary reactions.

  "Hold me, Pyari," he said slipping to my side.

  I rolled over onto my back and opened my legs and arms. His face held a soft smile as he slid his hands beneath me to hold me close as I wrapped myself around him.

  "Are you cold?"

  "No, Ram."

  "Why are you shaking, then?"

  "Because, honey, I have never been loved like that before."

  "Nor I."

  Ram shifted his weight but kept me close with a leg over my thighs and his arm around me, cupping my breast.

  I waited until he was asleep before I tried whispering it.

  "I love you, Ram."

  It felt good to finally say it, even if he never really heard it.

  *.*.*.*.*

  Ram was almost asleep when he heard her whispering.

  She really needed to learn to speak other languages if she wanted to say the things she wasn't sure he wanted to hear.

  But it was nice to know that they were on the same page.

  The exact same page.

  He smiled into her hair as he started his slow slide into sleep.

  Chapter Twenty

  I saw Ram's eyes warm when I made my way downstairs for our first 'official' date. With such a limited wardrobe, I didn't have much choice but from the expression on his face I could tell he liked what he saw.

  He looked gorgeous, wearing a dark blue suit and light blue shirt opened at the neck, which made him appear so different from when in uniform or even in his casual jeans and button down shirt.

  Wow.

  Just, wow.

  I didn't have a clue where we were going but I could guess from the way he was dressed that it was either Henry's or the Roses. I could've cared less if we grabbed a burger at Gateway Lanes, I just wanted to be with him.

  But he had made it clear that this was important to him, us 'officially' dating.

  I gotta admit, I found it funny as all get out.

  But don't tell him that.

  It was important to him.

  Therefore, it was important to me.

  I was right, it was the Roses.

  And we even had a reservation! I was part of "Patel, party of 2".

  We had a lovely meal, in a lovely restaurant, with other lovely patrons.

  I didn't want to say it out loud, because this dinner date meant so much to him.

  But I was more than ready to go back to his place.

  Sure, the Roses is nice. And it’s the kind of place to get your 'swank' on, but it's not really my kind of restaurant. I guess, it kind of intimidates me. I didn't feel like I could laugh too loud or too long. I was very conscious of which fork to use with which course. And I made very, very sure to sit up straight and chew with my mouth closed.

  Yeah, it was 'that' kind of swank.

  But Ram looked like he was born to dine in such a place. He never fumbled with the silverware, seemed to know which glass was for what beverage and knew how to rest one's forearms on the table and still look classy. He didn't seem uncomfortable in the least and was charming, cool and extremely debonair.

  Not that he acted differently than he did in any other setting or situation. But this particular setting and situation fit Ram like a glove.

  Me? Not so much.

  But, like I said, tonight was important to him.

  So it was important to me.

  I was never so happy to see the bill, in its leather folder, in all my life.

  When the valet had delivered the truck and we were back on the road, I couldn't help the sigh that escaped my lips.

  Which caused Ram to start to laugh, long and loud. I had to laugh with him because my sigh, the sigh that escaped, was very revealing and summed up how I was feeling about our dining experience.

  What'd I tell you?

  Sure bust.

  That's me.

  "Thank you, Pyari."

  "For what?"

  "For being yourself."

  "You seemed pretty damn comfortable in all that elegance, Ram."

  "When I was growing up, my family dined at some of the more distinguished restaurants in Denver. My brothers and I were also given lessons on etiquette. It was important to Mataji, that we knew how to conduct ourselves well in such situations."

  "Really?"

  "Really."

  "So, like, when other boys were out playing sports or tooling around with the bicycles, you and your brothers took Tap Dance lessons and learned how to eat in fancy restaurants?"

  He, again, burst out laughing.

  "Yes. That's about right."

  "Did you get teased much growing up? From the other kids?"

  "Let's just say that the Patel boys got our own education in street fighting. And we were very good students. We're all only two years apart. Ajit was fond of saying, 'You mess with one of us, you get all three of us.' And it was true. But, by the time we were in high school, most of the more challenging people had learned to leave the Patel boys alone."

  "Wow. From street fighter to Police Chief." Actually, I was liking the image of Ram as a street fighter.

  He glanced at me before pulling into his driveway and I saw a wry grin on his face.

  "From the look on your face, Pyari, I think you'd like a bit of the street fighter."

  This time, I burst out laughing because he was right.

  We were inside and I was puttering around his kitchen making tea when he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

  "But did you have a good time anyway, Marianne?"

  "Anytime with you, Ram, is a good time," I replied. And I wasn't lying.

  I felt him kiss the top of my head as his arm tightened briefly.

  "Ram?"

  "Yes, Pyari?"

  "Now that we're dating, can I call you my boyfriend?"

  I said it to make him laugh, a little joke between us.

  "I would be honored if you would," he answered softly, his voice warm and full.

  I twisted back to see his face.

  He was absolutely serious.

  Oh. My. God.

  *.*.*.*.*

  That night, I didn't get sensual, slow Ram who wanted to worship my body.

  Uh-Uh.

  I got Ram, the street fighter.

  After he got me out of my dress, "But leave the heels on MG", he grabbed me and brought me to him where his mouth assaulted mine. His hands, as we kissed, slid down my back underneath my panties to grip my butt and pull me against his hard ridge. He pumped his hips to rub himself on me.

  When I was released, it was only to unhook my bra and almost yank it down my arms. I have to admit, my chest was heaving. His rough play was nothing short of amazing, especially knowing that he was the same man that could do slow and sensuous until you were ready to scream.

  He stepped back to look at me as he removed his suit jacket.

  "Your body is incredible," he said, his eyes raking over my breasts and belly before lowering to my panties.

  "Open your legs," he instructed taking a step towards me.

  I immediately took a wider stance.

  "Nice," he murmured walking around me.

  My panties were drenched and my nipples were so tight they almost hurt.

  He leaned towards me and whispered, "I can smell you."

  Oh, dear merciful God.

  "Yo-you can?"

  He didn't answer but shoved his hand down into my panties where he roughly
rubbed my clit before sinking two fingers inside me.

  "When you're this wet, I can smell you."

  I could feel my heartbeat throb in the swollen tissues from his forceful fingering.

  He dragged his now wet fingers out of my panties and immediately moved to tweak my nipples, moving between the two, plucking and turning them. I was gripping his shirt, my knees locked to steady myself against the onslaught of sensations.

  He dropped his head and swirled his tongue over my taut bud, using his fingers to pinch and roll on the nub not captured by his mouth, keeping them erect and aching.

  "And you taste as good as you smell," he whispered, moving to feast on the other protruding tip.

  He shoved his hand down again, straight in to my panties again to torment my erect clit.

  I was right on the edge of peaking, of convulsing.

  "Not yet," Ram said removing his fingers and taking a step back.

  His eyes raked over me and my sex pulsed in response.

  He began to unbutton his shirt. He removed his belt and undid the hooks on the waistband of his trousers before sitting down in one of the reading chairs by the window.

  I watched as he tossed one of the throw pillows on the floor between his feet.

  "Come here, Marianne," he said as he slid down in the chair, his chiseled chest barely exposed by his open shirt.

  I teetered over to him, my legs shaking with the force of my want.

  "Take off your panties and hand them to me," he directed.

  I slid the now sopping scrap of lace down my legs and stepped gingerly out of them, careful not to snag them on my heels. I handed them to him and watched as he brought them to his face.

  "I want to feel your mouth on me," he said softly, his eyes moving from my mouth to my breasts to my sex and back again.

  I dropped to my knees on the pillow he had provided and moved to unzip his trousers.

  My hands captured his hot, hard length pulling it out into the open. I glanced up to gauge his reaction and saw that his eyes held mine in a hot stare.

  I licked my lips and heard his soft growl.

  Rising up onto my knees, I gripped him with both my hands and began to stroke his thickness. I watched as a glistening drop of pre-cum appeared.

  "Don't tease. I want your mouth on me."

  I smiled up at him as I dipped my mouth to capture his fluid with my tongue, engulfing the crown with my lips.

  His hands went to my hair as he gathered it to hold away from my face.

  I raised my eyes to his, drawing his length into my hot mouth to torment and tantalize him in much the same way as he had done to me earlier. I spent several minutes using my tongue, my lips, my mouth to pleasure him.

  "Enough," he said softly. He released the hold he had on my hair.

  I raised my head and saw his eyes were tightly closed and he was holding himself by the base of his cock.

  "You okay, honey?"

  He opened his eyes, eyes that were filled with desire, eyes that didn't seem to move from my swollen mouth.

  His groan was the only answer he gave.

  You would've thought that my arousal would have subsided a bit when I was mouthing him but, if anything, it increased. I was still swollen and wanting.

  While waiting for him to recover or, if I read his body language correctly, to get a grip, I snuck a hand down for a quick stroke to relieve the pressure between my legs.

  I was still gazing up at him, centering on his beautiful face, when I saw his eyes flare.

  "Are you touching yourself?" He asked with a note of wonder in his voice.

  "Uhm, yeah."

  "May I watch?"

  "Only if I get to watch you stroke yourself," I whispered.

  "Deal," he whispered back.

  So we moved up to the bed, where he brought out a small bottle of baby oil from the bedside drawer. He positioned us so that we were facing one another, our legs open and draped over one another.

  And we touched ourselves.

  It was hot to watch.

  It was hot to be watched.

  It was amazing in every sense of the word.

  Chapter Twenty One

  When is a 'walk of shame' not a shameful walk? When you could care less who saw you being walked by your Chief of Police boyfriend to your Aunt's door wearing the same clothes from the night before.

  I turned to Ram on the stoop to tell him good-bye and instead he opened the door and came inside with me.

  As soon as the door clicked shut behind him, Ram pulled me into his arms and kissed me with such thoroughness that I was dizzy when he raised his head.

  "May I see you after work this week?"

  "Yeah, I guess. I mean, if you gotta…"

  "Can I call you?"

  "No, Ram, you should never call me again. As my boyfriend, I'm absolutely forbid…" And Ram put a lid on my teasing by kissing me.

  He released the pressure of his mouth and rested his lips on mine.

  "I will call you and we will see one another this week. And we will have another date on Saturday," he said softly against my mouth.

  "I love it when you're forceful," I said our mouths still touching.

  "I could tell, Pyari, from how sweetly your body sang for me last night."

  Geez. The man was pretty good at having the last word.

  He released his hold on me with a smile.

  "What are your plans for the rest of today?"

  "I'm going to the apartment, so that I can have a measure of control when I meet with the Claims Adjuster tomorrow and I have to get in touch with my cousin. What about you?"

  "I'm going back to my house and sleep since a curly-headed sex goddess kept me up most of the night."

  "Sleep well, honey."

  "Do you want me to go with you to the apartment?"

  "I think I need to do it alone."

  "Call me if you need me," he said before dipping his head and capturing another kiss.

  "See you, Sailor," I mumbled against his lips.

  "Yes, I'll see you, Pyari," he mumbled right back.

  *.*.*.*.*

  For some reason, it seemed easier to walk up the steps and open the heavy front door of the apartment building than it had the previous two times. My heartbeat was only a little accelerated, my breathing only a little bit shallow.

  I put my key in the lock of my apartment and took a deep breath before turning it and twisting the doorknob. I braced myself, but the destruction was no different than the other two times I'd been there and, for whatever reason, the lack of change helped me keep a grip on my emotions.

  It was still bad.

  It was still upsetting.

  But it wasn't, at this viewing, overwhelming.

  I kept the apartment door open, though. Just in case those feelings came back and I had to get out quickly.

  I pulled out my small notebook and a pen and made notes of what I would need to replace and what was not destroyed. I was glad to see my mother's Hummel collection was untouched. My father had given her a Hummel piece on each anniversary. I'd had the collection insured since a number of the pieces were out of production and were increasing in value.

  Ram had been right when he said all the soft furnishings and my clothes were destroyed. I had pictures and receipts for my bed and living room furniture but how do you place a value on your clothes?

  The clothes from the dresser as well as the closet had been dumped in the middle of my bed, each piece cut in some way that rendered it unable to be worn.

  My shoes were intact, but my handbags were cut beyond redemption.

  I checked the linen closet and saw that it, too, had been ransacked. I added towels and bed linen to my list.

  I was so focused on my list that I didn't realize I was no longer shaking and my heartbeat had gone back to normal.

  This was a good thing.

  A very good thing.

  I was standing at the breakfast bar, still reviewing my notes when I heard Sara.

&n
bsp; "Hey, Marianne."

  "Hey, Sara. How are you?"

  "A helluva lot better than you. Damn, they got you good, huh?"

  "Yeah, they did."

  "I hadn't seen it before. Man, this is bad." Her eyes travelled over the mess of what had been my living room.

  "I'm meeting with the Claims Adjuster tomorrow and just wanted to get a list going of what I'm going to have to replace."

  "Are you in a hurry or can you come up for a visit?"

  "Loved to. Just give me a few minutes and I'll be right up, Sara."

  She smiled and waved as she moved through the opened door.

  I finished my list and gave another look around.

  As soon as the Adjuster had completed his thing, I was calling the removal people that Jake recommended.

  It will all be behind me soon, I told myself.

  I locked up and made my way up to Sara's apartment. She lived directly above me and, since she was on the second floor, had a great view through her windows.

  "C'mon in, Marianne. Soda?"

  "Sounds good. Wow, I love what you've done with your place." Her color combination of taupe with vibrant leaf green and a lilac was feminine but not girly.

  "Thanks. Have you given any thought to color change since your stuff has to be replaced?"

  "Funny you should mention that! I have, indeed. I haven't decided on anything yet, but I have thought about it."

  We both laughed.

  "Sometimes things happen that force us to change even though we aren't quite ready to do it all on our own," Sara said quietly.

  "Here's to change," I said holding up my can of soda.

  "To change," Sara repeated holding up her own can.

  "Has this thing spooked you guys?"

  "Not really, only speaking for myself, of course," Sara said. "Julie seemed a bit freaked but she settled down. I haven't seen Layne at all since the party."

  "I'll try and touch base with her, make sure she's alright." I pulled out my notebook and jotted down a reminder.

  "Did you ever find Floyd?"

  "Oh, yeah. Gosh, I should have let you guys know. Paul Adler found him at the Animal Shelter."

  "That's good news. Are you still seeing Paul?"

  "Mmm, not so much. I'm kind of seeing someone else now."

  I watched as a huge smile crossed Sara's pretty face.