Dancing in the Dark: A Novella

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Authors: Virginia Kelly
satin and she sighed, her head drooping forward. Displaying what he thought was great finesse, he pulled at the side of the red dress and watched, fascinated, as her left breast, with its just right fullness, and the aureole of her nipple, appeared. Heard her quick intake of breath. He left the dress right there. Smiling, he kissed that one place, sucked just enough to cause her breath to hitch again, then pulled the restrictive dress down enough so he could take her nipple into his mouth.
    She groaned. He thumbed the other nipple through the satin, wanting to swallow her whole. Wanting, wanting.
    He released her nipple, kissed his way across her cleavage to her still-covered breast and pulled the fabric down with his teeth.
    "Mm, please," she said.
    He looked at her face, eyes still closed, at her breasts, bared for him. One nipple, shiny and wet from his mouth, the other awaiting his touch.
    "Look, Janey. Watch me," he whispered.
    She opened languorous eyes and he licked her nipple. She sighed.
    "Keep watching," he said between licks. He lifted the breast up, plumping it. "Feel this," he said just as he took her nipple in his mouth.
    Janey gasped. She was going to go up in flames. She tilted her hips forward, but with constraints of the evening gown, the movement didn 't satisfy. She needed more.
    Matt was doing wonderful things to her. A little dazed, she watched him. She 'd dreamed about Matt, about what it would be like, about what prom would have been like.
    But prom would not have been X-rated.
    This would be.
    Tentative, afraid he 'd stop what he was doing, she touched his hair. He did stop, but only to move his beautiful mouth to her other breast. She closed her eyes and ran her fingers gently through the soft waves, the dark brown glistening black in the dim light. Nothing had ever felt like this. Nothing.
    " You taste like heaven," he muttered, his lips moving against her oversensitive flesh.
    She clutched at his head, craving the return of his lips.
    They did return, but to her mouth. Open, hot, the kiss overpowered. He held her so tightly she could feel his erection even through the voluminous folds of the gown. And she thrilled that she'd aroused him, that he was as excited as she.
    That he would finally be hers, even if only for one day. One night.
    And she kissed him back, loving the feel of his mouth, of his tongue. The deep, satisfied sounds coming from his chest.
    His hands scooted from her waist to her bottom, cupping her, raising her against the ridge of his erection, constrained by his slacks. She moved against him, her hands trailing down from his hair to his neck, to his shoulders. She needed his warmth and somehow managed to get her hands inside his tux jacket.
    He radiated heat, but the smooth cotton of the shirt kept her from touching skin.
    He moved from her mouth to her neck again, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses even as she grappled with the top button of his shirt. She paused between buttons to enjoy the feel of his mouth when he moved from one breast to the other, licking and nibbling.
    A frenzied pull on her nipple made her gasp and work harder on the buttons. Suddenly he was helping her, ripping at his buttons while she pushed the tux jacket off his shoulders. As soon as it hit the floor, she stepped off the stool and kissed a line from his throat, down the perfect sprinkling of chest hair, to his right nipple. It beaded under her tongue and she bit lightly, then licked away the non-existent hurt.
    " Christ, what you do to me," he said, tunneling his hands through her hair.
    She shoved the stool aside with her foot, and then kissed her way to his other nipple. His heart beat a staccato rhythm that matched that of hers. Steadying herself by holding on to his behind, she kissed her way down to his slacks button. Straightening, she undid the single button and reached inside.
    He hissed. Beneath the soft cotton of his boxers, he was hot and hard. She looked up and saw him close his eyes to the

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