with Tate now singing along
completely out of key. I don’t care that
Tate is out of key because all I can hear is the meaning in those words. I am
finally able to catch my breath when the music changes and Tate asks me to
dance with him for a while.
We slow dance clinging to one another to songs from our childhood, I try
to talk but he covers my lips with his finger and whispers, “Shh baby, later,
tomorrow, let’s just have today like this, like it used to be, back to the
start.”
Tate never tries to kiss me; he just alternates between holding me close
and holding me at arm’s length to look at my face. After a while the music
shifts gears and we start laughing and dancing with each other to our favorites
from our college days. We dance like this for an hour and I have never had more
fun. We dance like teenagers grinding up on each other and I know he’s feeling
as much frustration as I am.
When the playlist finally ends we are sweaty and breathing heavy, more
from the grinding than from the exertion of dancing so Tate takes me by the
hand and leads me out of the ballroom with one line, “Time to slide baby.”
When I see her in the ballroom for
the first time after six months apart I lose my breath, she looks amazing in
her little black dress and I need to touch her. I walk up to her and ask her to
dance with me. We stand there swaying with each other like we did that first
night. I silently mouth, “I missed you” because I’m breathless in her presence
right now.
“Tate, we need to…”
I cut her off. I have to buy myself
some time. I need to make her head over heels in love with me again before we
can talk or I’m afraid I’ll lose her for good. I handled things so poorly with
her pregnancy and miscarriage.
I pull Brooklynn into my arms, I
take her by both hands so I can see her gorgeous face and I mouth the words
along with the song, meaning every one of them.
I can no longer resist, I have to
touch her, feel her body against mine so in one smooth move I slide behind her
and lift her arm into the air while holding her other hip. It feels so good
when I touch her that I get hard instantly. I press my body against her so
she’ll feel my growing erection.
“He missed you too!” I say slyly to
her.
I run my finger from her hand, down
her arm and down the side of her body while still holding her other hip. When I
reach her hard thigh it takes all I have in me not to rip her dress over her
head and fuck her right there on the ballroom floor. But instead I change
direction and work my hand up pulling her dress slightly up her leg so I can at
least feel the touch of her soft skin under my hand. I brush the hair off her
neck and I lick her neck slightly then pull on her earlobe with my teeth. I
thank God I’m not still that high school kid or I’d be shooting in my pants
right now. But it has been six months since I’ve had sex with her and I just
might burst right here if I’m not careful.
If I keep this up I’m going to have
no choice but to have her here on this floor so I turn her around to face me. I
do not attempt to kiss her; we just dance and laugh. I want her to remember
that we always have a good time playing together. When the music ends I take
her by the hand and lead her out of the ballroom.
“Time to slide baby” I announce as
I lead her out of the ballroom.
By the time we get back to our suite I am feeling jetlag set in hard. My
eyes feel heavy and I have all I can do to keep them open. Tate notices my
yawns and tells me I should take a nap. He says he has some work that he can
get done while I sleep and then we’ll go to dinner and he says he has another
surprise for me. If I wasn’t so exhausted I would be jumping out of my skin in
anticipation of my next surprise. Instead I go into the bedroom and change out
of my dress letting it fall to the floor in a puddle at my feet. I step over
the dress and out
completely out of key. I don’t care that
Tate is out of key because all I can hear is the meaning in those words. I am
finally able to catch my breath when the music changes and Tate asks me to
dance with him for a while.
We slow dance clinging to one another to songs from our childhood, I try
to talk but he covers my lips with his finger and whispers, “Shh baby, later,
tomorrow, let’s just have today like this, like it used to be, back to the
start.”
Tate never tries to kiss me; he just alternates between holding me close
and holding me at arm’s length to look at my face. After a while the music
shifts gears and we start laughing and dancing with each other to our favorites
from our college days. We dance like this for an hour and I have never had more
fun. We dance like teenagers grinding up on each other and I know he’s feeling
as much frustration as I am.
When the playlist finally ends we are sweaty and breathing heavy, more
from the grinding than from the exertion of dancing so Tate takes me by the
hand and leads me out of the ballroom with one line, “Time to slide baby.”
When I see her in the ballroom for
the first time after six months apart I lose my breath, she looks amazing in
her little black dress and I need to touch her. I walk up to her and ask her to
dance with me. We stand there swaying with each other like we did that first
night. I silently mouth, “I missed you” because I’m breathless in her presence
right now.
“Tate, we need to…”
I cut her off. I have to buy myself
some time. I need to make her head over heels in love with me again before we
can talk or I’m afraid I’ll lose her for good. I handled things so poorly with
her pregnancy and miscarriage.
I pull Brooklynn into my arms, I
take her by both hands so I can see her gorgeous face and I mouth the words
along with the song, meaning every one of them.
I can no longer resist, I have to
touch her, feel her body against mine so in one smooth move I slide behind her
and lift her arm into the air while holding her other hip. It feels so good
when I touch her that I get hard instantly. I press my body against her so
she’ll feel my growing erection.
“He missed you too!” I say slyly to
her.
I run my finger from her hand, down
her arm and down the side of her body while still holding her other hip. When I
reach her hard thigh it takes all I have in me not to rip her dress over her
head and fuck her right there on the ballroom floor. But instead I change
direction and work my hand up pulling her dress slightly up her leg so I can at
least feel the touch of her soft skin under my hand. I brush the hair off her
neck and I lick her neck slightly then pull on her earlobe with my teeth. I
thank God I’m not still that high school kid or I’d be shooting in my pants
right now. But it has been six months since I’ve had sex with her and I just
might burst right here if I’m not careful.
If I keep this up I’m going to have
no choice but to have her here on this floor so I turn her around to face me. I
do not attempt to kiss her; we just dance and laugh. I want her to remember
that we always have a good time playing together. When the music ends I take
her by the hand and lead her out of the ballroom.
“Time to slide baby” I announce as
I lead her out of the ballroom.
By the time we get back to our suite I am feeling jetlag set in hard. My
eyes feel heavy and I have all I can do to keep them open. Tate notices my
yawns and tells me I should take a nap. He says he has some work that he can
get done while I sleep and then we’ll go to dinner and he says he has another
surprise for me. If I wasn’t so exhausted I would be jumping out of my skin in
anticipation of my next surprise. Instead I go into the bedroom and change out
of my dress letting it fall to the floor in a puddle at my feet. I step over
the dress and out
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