The Tango (4 page)

I felt the lava on my back cooling as he blew across it and massaged it in. It smelled amazing and I moaned as he rubbed it all over my ass.

“Hmm, pity. He missed one hell of an opportunity.” He opened my backside and I felt more wax hit the top of my ass and cried out.

“Careful, we wouldn’t want to singe my pretty pussy. Don’t move.” He poured even more, and I gripped the sides of the chair so tightly the leather gave and I had to adjust my grip. He smoothed the oil onto my skin then moved his finger down to my tight hole, massaging it while rubbing in the sweet scented oil. I became terrified at the thought of his huge girth and I tensed. I saw the flicker again and then he was under me, his head resting on the seat and nestled between my thighs. Rhys pulled my legs further apart as he sank his tongue into me. He circled my entrance, darting his tongue in and out and then wrapped his arms around my thighs, pulling me closer as he buried the length of his tongue inside of me. His moan was guttural and animalistic and I almost came with its arrival.

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
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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.