First Dance With You (New Adult Erotic Romance) - Short Story (2 page)

“Care to dance?”

I squinted. “Do I k
now you?”

“You know me and you know me not.
”

What kind of vague answer is that?

“How do you know my name?”

“I have my sources.”
His voice sounded abnormally low.

I sc
runched my lips. “So why are you here again?”

“Have this dance with me. Just one.” I couldn’t see much of his face hidden behind the mask, but for some reason I felt like he was smiling.

I cocked my head and took his hand. The soft, velvety gloves on his hands were warm and somehow felt comfortable. He guided me to the dance floor, his pace slow and his stature proud, like a marshal from the seventeenth century. If he wasn’t wearing the mask, I could’ve sworn he was from the same century.

He gently placed
his hand on my waist and held my hand tight in the other, moving across the floor. I gazed at his face, the only visible piece of skin painted white. My eyes drifted across his body, from his torso to his feet and I couldn’t help but think about who this could be.

But I had no clue.

My head was heavy and I was feeling numb, so I knew I had to stop drinking for tonight, or things would go downhill and I’d never been there before. It was an amazing feeling though, as if there wasn’t a care in the world and there was nothing left but him and me, swirling across the room like we were at a palace ball. I didn’t know who this stranger was, but he could really dance.

“How do you like it here, at campus?” he asked.

“It’s very … different,” I said, chuckling.

“How so?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. People here are used to so much more than me, I tend to feel a little like I missed the boat.”

“Hmm, well, if they’re used to more, that’
s their choice. You don’t have to go along with it.”

“But I don’t want to feel left out, you know,” I said. “I want to fit in.”

“Is that why you drank two shots?”

I flushed. “I guess. Maybe I just want to try it out, see what it’s like.”

“Trying new things is good, but only when you want to.”

I hummed and nodded. He placed my hand on his shoulder and I felt the ridges of his trained muscles underneath. Something about it was strangely arousing. I hadn’t allowed myself to feel this way before, but now that my parents weren’t around to forbid me anything, I kind of let go of my restraints.

He placed his hand on my waist and pulled me in closer. Dancing with him seemed like floating through a cloud. There was a strange connection between us, like this was how it was supposed to be.

He bent his head and hovered close to the side of my face. “You don’t have to fit in
with the crowd,” he whispered in my ear, the breath tingling and creating goose bumps all over my body. “You’re beautiful just the way you are.”

I smiled and looked up at him. “Why thank you.”

“My pleasure. It’s the truth.” He pulled me in completely, closing the gap between us. Body to body, the fabric between felt like a thin layer separating us. I didn’t know who he was or what he wanted, but I felt so drawn to him. I wanted to know more about him, see who was behind the mask.

“So who are you exactly?”

“Someone who admires you.”

I chortled. “But can I see who it is under there?” I brought my finger to his face and tried to peel away the mask, but he c
ocked his head out of my reach.

He shook his head. “That’s not part of the venetian theme, Emily. Else it wouldn’t make
much sense to dress up anyway.”

I laughed. “You’ve got a point there.”

He looked to the left, staring at a couple that was dry humping each other. It looked as if they were having sex, only with their clothes still on, but it didn’t matter much. It was disgusting to look at.

“You see, this is what I mean,” I said and wince
d. “These people are so dirty.”

He chuckled. “I agree, it’s kind of distasteful. Sex is meant t
o be sweet, cherishing, pleasurable too, but mostly loving. Two people, together, alone. Not like this.”

“Yeah, indeed,” I said. “Though sometimes
I’m a bit envious.”

“Why
would you be envious of that?”

“Well, at least they’ve already done it. They know what it’s like. I haven’t even set foot into guy
-land.”

He looked down upon me and
took my chin into his hand, the soft caressing feeling leaving a tingle on my skin. “Someone like you should be cherished.”

I flushed and looked down at the floor, feeling embarrassed.

He came closer again, his lips so near to my ear I could feel them hum. “I can help you with that.”

Then he suddenly let go of me and walked away.

“Hey! When will I see you again? I still don’t know who you are!” I shouted across the room. The people around me stared like I was a lunatic.

He turned his face. “Tonight.”
Then he sauntered off out of the room and left me standing there, breathless.

I felt utterly naked right now, even though I still had my clothes on. Something unfamiliar, a hot sense, started urging inside me. My brain told me not to think of it, but my heart wanted to feel what it was like to be loved.

Becky stormed in and grasped me by my shoulder, pulling me out of my fantasy.

“Hey, girl! If you wanna go back, I don’t mind, but I’m gonna stay here a little while longer. Actually, don’t expect me back before three
a.m. … Gonna find some hotties to have a good time with!” she screamed and waved her arms in the air, then ran off again. Such a party girl.

I pushed my way through the crowd, and then up the stairs and back to my dorm room. Wh
en I closed the door behind me and took off my mask, taking in a breath of fresh air.

Then
I noticed there was something lying on my bed.

I walked closer and saw it was a blue note, black words scribbled on it and a rose that lay on top.

‘Watching you is like looking at the sun, warm and bright. Touching you was, and hopefully will continue to be, even better. If you will accept me, I can love you like no other man will.’

I smiled and
picked up the rose to smell it, closing my eyes.

Something moved closer behind me and before I knew it, my hair was brushed away from my neck and wet lips parted on my skin.

I gasped and the rose dropped onto the floor. He grasped my arms and kept me in place, so I couldn’t turn around.

“Relax, Emily, I’m not going to hurt you,” he murmured
with a low voice in my ear. His lips brushed along my ear, and then gently sucked on my earlobe.

I shuddered and turned my head, but all I saw was his golden mask.

“I’ll worship you, Emily, but I want it to be special for you,” he said and pecked my neck, working his way down to my shoulder blades, and then down my arm, lifting it halfway up in the air. His rugged fingers drifted across my skin, heightening my senses.

“Will you let me?”

“Yes.” The words had slipped out before I realized it.

“Alright.”
His hands moved away and for a second they were gone. Then his arms were around my neck and he held a black shawl in his hands, dangling it in front of my eyes.

“Don’t be afraid,” he said, and then moved it closer. He covered my eyes with it and I felt him tug on it,
before tying it behind my head.

“There,” he said. “Now I can take mine off.”

“Why’s that?” I asked. I tried to think of the man behind that voice, but I couldn’t place it. He was definitely masking it.

“Because otherwise I wouldn’t be able to make love to you, Emily.” He chuckled.

I flushed and felt the heat rise to my head. “But—”

“Shh,” he whispered and kissed just below my jaw line. “Just enjoy.”

I heard muffling sounds and clips loosened, and then something dropped to the floor.

“Ah, much better,” he said, and then
I felt his arms slowly embracing me again. His warm breath on my skin, sturdy arms around me, a gentle peck on my neck and I was his. I melted in his arms right there and then. I didn’t know who he was, but it didn’t matter. I wanted to be loved. I was finally free to do what I want and now I was ready for the next step in my life.

He twirled me around his arms and pressed his lips on mine. He was smooth and gentle, his sultry lips massaging mine as we kissed. He was moist and sweet, just like I’d hoped. With his lips he parted mine and soon his tongue
dipped inside my mouth, tasting me. And his smell … oh he was divine. The exotic, tropical scent of his aftershave was intoxicating.

Moving away, he trailed kisses from my cheeks to my neck, down to my sternum and left soft pecks on my collarbone.
His fingers slid along my arms, the other hand slithering across my back, tracing my spine.

Then he zipped open my dress and I felt the fabric slide off my skin. I shuddered when his fingers smoothed over the dress, nudging it down. His lips dragged down to my bra that was barely covered and with his teeth he pulled my dress down, exposing my lingerie.
The dress dropped to the floor and I felt it hang on my feet.

A muffled laugh came from his mouth. His wet tongue moved across my breast and then he gently cupped it, squeezing softly. I gasped for air, but he
shut me up with a kiss on my mouth.

He hooked his fingers under my bra and pulled the straps down. I felt so naked and vulnerable, not being able to see anything. He could do whatever he liked to me and it was both exciting and scary.

“Don’t be afraid of me,” he whispered in my ear, and then he unhooked my bra, letting it drop to the floor. I quivered.

“You’re beautiful,” he said.

The pads of his thumbs moved across my breasts and circled my areola, making me hiss slightly. Lingering on the tip of my nipples until they became hard, he kissed me on my lips, his saliva building up. Then he pinched them both, rolling them between two fingers.

Oh, lord, this is hot!

He skidded across my breasts, his movement increasing in speed, and he squeezed my flesh before drifting down toward my belly button. His fingers trailed my hipbone and I held in my breath as he tugged on my panties.

“I’m only here to love you, not to harm you,” he said, and then he pulled them down. I didn’t know where his head was, but I sure as hell knew he was looking at my privates. The sound that came from his mouth, a mixture of groaning and an excited laugh, told me he liked what he saw.

I was uncertain what a guy would think of me, of my body, but now I knew it was nothing to be afraid of. He had lust and wanted me. No matter how I looked, I was good enough for him.

Then he picked me up, holding me by my hips, and I squealed. He set me back down on a soft mattress,
presumably my bed.

“If this is your first time, I want it to be special,” he murmured. I felt his moist lips on my lower leg, moving up toward my knees. His fingers dug into my skin as his lips traced their way up to my thigh. I let out a moan and he kissed me even more fervently.

“If you do that, it’s hard for me to hold back,” he said and let his tongue slide up and down my groin.

I heaved a sigh from excitement and dropped back down
on the bed. My legs were beyond the rim of the bed, his face was in between my thighs.

And then I felt his tongue, pressing down on my most private spot. A cry escaped my mouth.

“Well, you’re rather sensitive, aren’t you?” he asked.

“I … I’
ve never done this before.”

“Not even fondled with yourself?”

“Sometimes, but never had someone else do it before.”

He laughed, the low sound enthralling.
“What an honor for me then.”

Then he dipped his tongue in fully. I moaned, his lips suckling on my labia. This was amazing. It was the most titillating, erotic feeling I’d ever felt, like I wanted to shove my groin further into his mouth. I wanted this more than anything. I never felt something like this before.

He circled around my clit, suckling on it in between, making me tremble. Electric shocks buzzed through my body as he alternated his kisses with sucks and licks. My clit was throbbing and he was licking all the moist that came from my vagina.

Jesus this guy knows how to make me squeal!

As he moved up and down, left to right, I felt the heat rising in my belly. I had the urge to squeeze my legs together, because everything cramped up, but he insistently nudged them aside.

Then I felt his fingers drif
t over my groin. He was still suckling on my nub and then circled my opening with his finger.

God that’s good!

I moaned and I think it only made him want to go further. His finger gently dipped inside, carefully, like he was afraid I couldn’t handle it. But it felt wonderful. He pushed it further, caressing my walls on the inside, stroking along a sensitive spot that made me shudder.