Dance Into Ecstasy – By Jessy

I stare at her from across the room… her brown eyes so intense as she gazes hotly back at me.  She is on Roman’s arm, her stomach slightly swollen with his child. I wish that it was my child… I wish that she would let me be with her through this pregnancy… I want to be able to see her night after night. I want to be there through all the cravings, all the morning sickness.  I want to be able to stare at her beautiful face as it glows and flushes beneath my heated gaze… as it does now… even from all the way across the room.

 

She is wearing a red satin dress, it’s plunging neckline showing off the swollen roundness of her breasts, the spaghetti straps giving such an enticing view of her perfectly sculpted shoulders.  I can see her knee and her bare thigh as she moves around the room, her eyes on me the entire time. I wonder if she is trying to make me pay… I wonder if she is trying to make me realise just exactly what I have been missing out on.  I glower when I see Roman’s hand resting on her bare back… that soft skin which should be only mine to touch. I wish for the thousandth time that I had come to my epiphany sooner than I had… I wish that I had been able to find it in my heart to forgive her for sleeping with Roman as soon as she had told me.  But at the same time, I realise that I couldn’t have… how could I be expected to just accept the fact that my wife had slept with another man, knowing full well that I was her husband… and that I was alive? Even then, I guess that I knew that I would always love her… and when I stormed out of the penthouse, I knew that I would be back… kissing her, making love to

her… supporting her.  I just needed time. But it was time that she hadn’t been willing to give.

 

I can’t help but ignore the sea of people who surround me.  All I can see is Marlena… I can see and feel and almost hear every laboured breath that she takes.  She stares at me… and I realise suddenly that she has stopped moving. I hardly even see Roman… his hand trying to get her attention as it rests first on her back, and then on her face, and then on her arm.  His gaze follows hers, and I know that he gets the picture… she is staring directly at me, her ruby lips are parted, her breasts heaving up and down, as if we were in our own bedroom. The electricity shoots between us from across the room… sparks which belong to us and no one else.  Sparks that will always continue to ignite within us. For me, we are the only people in the room.

 

I hear the sound of Latin music start to play.  And I mouth my words, willing her to understand.  “You and me…” Our hearts connect with one another, and I see a new look cross her face… one of desire and anticipation.  We move towards one another, quickly yet smoothly. And we meet at the centre of the dance floor… with no words.

 

I move my gaze purposefully over her sexy body, up and down, pausing at her neck and her breasts and finally, her centre.  I need to touch her like I have never before. I offer my right hand to her, and she places her tiny one into it. Immediately mine closes over it, and instantly I have pulled her forcefully, flush to my body.  The music demands it. The hardness of my chest melds with the softness of hers, and I can feel the insistent firm bulge of the baby that she carries within her. All of these feelings are happening so instantaneously… not even a second has passed since I touched her hand, and felt myself become lost again.

 

My free hand travels along the side of her neck and continues down her body, brushing her breast, her waist, her firm bottom.  Then I reach my destination… and I allow my hand to firmly press into her thigh as it continues it journey. And when I reach her knee, I pull her leg up rapidly, eliciting a shocked gasp from Marlena, as her thigh rests against the outside of mine.  Then I dip her, her body agile and flexible, and my teeth find the side of her neck and bite on it softly.

 

And so the dance begins.  We spend the entire song trying to drive one another to distraction… her cheeks are flaming red with desire… as are mine.  I feel the painful bulge of my hardness in my pants… aching for release. Not just any release… but release with her… ONLY her.  The song finishes, our hands clasped, our cheeks pressed together as we both look towards the wall. Her leg is hooked around my knee… and it is the hottest tango that I think I have ever known of.  The spell is not yet broken and we draw our faces closer together, our eyes meeting… unspoken words casting a web of magic enchantment over us.

 

The dance floor has cleared, but I am only vaguely aware of it, as I get lost in her eyes.  I release Marlena slightly, but she whispers something that I cannot understand. And her leg remains wrapped around me.  Then without warning, her hands travel to the back of my neck and she laces her fingers through the short hair that resides there.  Then she pulls my mouth towards hers, roughly… desirously. I allow her the pleasure and more. Our lips and tongues dance together in blissful ecstasy… all the passion that we have been denied for the past weeks is escaping through our duelling mouths.  I want to drown in her touch, in her kiss, in her caresses. And now she is caressing me. Perfectly manicured hands rake my back, soft moans come from both of us, as her hands journey further and further downwards. Mine too have started to wander… through her hair, over her back and the swell of her hips.  I think that we could have lost it completely… I think that we would have made love right there on the dance

floor… if it wasn’t for…

 

“If you INSIST on doing this… would you please get a room?” We are both startled by his voice, and we turn towards him.  I can see her out of the corner of my eye… her face flushed, her lips red and swollen. A brief flash of pain coats her eyes as she looks at Roman… the snarl covering his face… but I don’t see regret.  “You don’t have to be like that…” I say, trying to calm him… trying to take the pressure off my beautiful Marlena. But I think it enrages him more.“If we wanted to watch PORN, we would hire out a video…” he snarls.  I move forward, ready to give him a piece of my mind, but Marlena steps in front of me, clutching my hands behind her back. “Roman… what you saw just now, is LOVE. Pure, everlasting, love. I told you that I would always love John… you told me that you understood that…”  My heart soars at her words. She loves me.

 

I tug on her hand and pull her backwards, and she turns in my arms, following me as I hurriedly rush out of the room.  As soon as we are outside, I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder… and she laughs… the sound of it is music to my ears.  “John… put me down…” She fights to speak between bursts of giggles. I start to descend the stairs to the pier, the cool breeze filtering through my body.  I feel her shiver in my arms. She has quietened, as if she knows what the next moment will bring.

 

“The pier…” she whispers, as she senses where we are.  I smile as I release her, and back her up against a pole, gently but firmly.  “I always had fantasies about making love to you on the pier… our pier…” I speak the words huskily into her ear… and she shudders visibly.  “God, I love you…” she replies, as she arches her head backwards, exposing her silky neck to me… inviting me to ravish her. “Impatient are we?” I laugh, as I wink at her.  But I oblige her and I bend my face to her skin, sucking and nibbling and trailing open-mouthed kisses along every exposed inch of skin.

 

“I have been waiting for so long for this…” she breathes, her breasts now heaving with arousal and need for this.  I raise my face to look at her. “So have I…”

 

She shivers underneath my intense gaze, and I run my hands over her upper arms.  “We can do this at home… let’s go…” I grab her hand and begin to pull her with me, but Marlena resists.  She shakes her head, her eyes seductive, her grin naughty, and she takes her hands to the zip of her dress, letting it pool around her feet on the wooden boards of the pier.  My eyes roam her almost naked body, and I reach down and unzip my pants, pulling them down, along with my boxers, so that my erection springs free, tense with need, its tip soaked with the evidence of my arousal.  I move towards her, prowling… painstakingly, as she removes her black panties. I can see her glistening in the moonlight… so ready for me, for my touch. Before I can reach her, my shirt has found the floor… and I am completely naked.  She grabs for my shoulders and pulls me towards her, and we kiss passionately.

 

I feel her hands sneak down to my erection, and soon she has taken its length in her tiny hands, pumping it, priming it.  Mine find her breasts encased in black lace, as I groan in complete and total ecstasy. I bend my lips and suck her nipples through her bra, and my fingers find her clit as she continues to work me.  I move my fingers over her… knowing exactly how and when and where to touch so that she will go crazy with desire.

 

I can’t wait any longer and neither can she.  She pants in broken statements. “Need… you… inside… now!” I grin and move her hands away from me.  I wrap her legs around my waist and she clamps her thighs around me. Then I enter her… hard and fast.  We both gasp in unison… remembering what we have missed for weeks. I pound in and out and in and out… harder… faster… our rhythm frenzied, yet entirely idyllic.  I alter my pace in response to her pleas… in response to her moans… in response to the movements of her body.

 

“Oh… mmmmm…. John… I’m going to… I’m going… to… uh… mmmmm…” I feel her body tense up around me, and her head sinks to my shoulder, her teeth digging into my flesh, her sweat soaked hair tickling my face.  “Let it go baby,” I growl, and she complies, her small body shuddering and quaking, as the feeling and the sight of her orgasm, brings me to mine. I feel myself spurt inside her, and I call her name as I come.  

 

When we have both calmed considerably, I lift her head from my shoulder, and I look into her eyes, which smile at me.  “I love you so much honey!” I say, and I see small tears of happiness well up in her eyes. I caress her face and then let my hand rest on her stomach, where the new life resides inside her.  “I never want to be without you again… okay?” I kiss her softly on the lips, but pull back when she starts to giggle.

 

“What? What is so funny?” I place my hands on my hips, and step back from her, allowing her legs to sink to the ground.  “We… oh my god… we…” She can hardly speak through her laughter. “Come on spit it out…” I tease, my lips turned upwards into a playful smile.  “We just… had sex… on the pier…” She laughed, but her laughter was full of excitement and happiness… hysteria following our break from one another.  By now I am already dressed, and I struggle to pull her dress up over her body, as she throws herself into my arms, her hands clasping tightly around my neck. “Help me… I need to get you dressed…” I groan in frustration, secretly delighted that Marlena is in my arms.  I give up in despair as she plants kisses all over my neck, and I almost tear off my clothes so that I can have her again. But I restrain myself. Instead I get my jacket and wrap it securely around her body, making sure to cover as much skin as I can. Then I sweep her up into my arms, and kiss her as her hands settle around my neck and her head nuzzles into my chest.  “Where are you taking me?” she asks lazily,

raising one eye to meet mine.

 

“Where do you think baby?” I wink at her.“I dunno…” She shrugs, her grin suddenly playful again.

 

“Home… to have my way with my sexy as hell wife…”