The Dance

Previously posted on April 20, 2011

She senses him towering over her before she sees him.   Her eyes slowly move upward, taking in the perfect cut of his tuxedo.  She stops briefly to watch the rise and fall of his chest beneath the pin tucks in his shirt.  To her, there has never been anything sexier than a man in a tux.   Resuming their assessment, her eyes take in the neat ponytail hanging down his back, and then they slowly move to his face.   His eyes crinkle slightly when he smiles and she hears him ask, “May I have this dance?”

He stands quietly watching her take inventory of him.   She is shorter than he is and her face slowly tilts upward until her dark, liquid brown eyes meet his.  Almond-shaped and framed by dark lashes, their look could be interpreted as innocent.   Peering deeper into them, he sees the sensuality that belied that first impression.   She tips her head slightly and smiles.  He extends his left arm toward her, his palm open, inviting.  She reaches back and places her left hand in his.  Her skin is hot and silky and her touch, light as a feather, sends shivers through him.

Making sure to not let go of her hand, he leads her towards the dance floor.  He lays his other hand on her shoulder, guiding her while his body protectively wraps around behind hers.

Her long black hair is piled up elegantly on her head and he can see the downy under hairs that extend slightly down the back of her neck in a “v”.   Tasteful cascades of diamonds hang from her delicate earlobes and he imagines the click of those earrings when he takes those lobes between his teeth.

For a moment his eyes are riveted to the spot on the side of her neck where, if he presses his lips to it, he would feel her heartbeat.   A warm flush runs through him and he inhales deeply to calm himself.   When he does, her scent invades his nostrils. Pure…grace.

She feels the heat from his body behind her.   His hand is steady, gentle yet sure on her shoulder.   He comes to a stop and releases his hold on her.  She stands perfectly still and waits for him to move.    Out of the corner of her eye, she watches him circle around until he is standing before her once again.

Locking eyes with hers, he is surprised this time at the flash of longing in them.  He offers his left hand and when she places her right hand in his, his fingers close around hers securing the link between them.   She, in turn, places her left hand on his shoulder and he feels the heat from it burning through his tux.

Stepping closer, his right hand settles on the small of her back.   She feels his fingers flutter across the upper curve of her buttocks and she closes her eyes.  Her insides clench and the deep breath she tries to take catches in her throat and she lets out a soft moan.

He is watching her reaction to make sure he understands and hears the sound escape from between her lips.   She opens her eyes again and when they meet his, she smiles.

As his foot moves to take its first step, they both know.  Wherever he leads, she will follow.