20. Edward

I found my love in the ballroom—an extravagance my father had insisted on having even though it had never been used. From time to time I had actually played with the thought of turning the monstrosity into a man cave, filled with pool tables, a bar, a pinball machine, and all the cool gadgets that came to mind when thinking of a man cave.

What had stopped me had been the absence of friends. It wasn’t like I could invite Jack and the crew over for a beer. Joining them at the local bar once a month was as far as I wanted our personal relationship to progress. All my friends were in New York, well, most of them, some had moved across the country wherever their chosen profession had taken them and we only occasionally spoke on the phone or texted.

They were a mix of high school and college buddies and all of them had promised to be here for the wedding. It bothered me that I hadn’t seen a single name on the invitation list that was unfamiliar to me. My princess hadn’t invited anybody from her side of her family or any friends besides Doctor Michael Pinkerton and his wife Daisy. It bothered me. It brought back all the nagging facts that I didn’t know a single thing about her other than what we had shared together over the last few years.

Soon, my heart reminded me. On Sunday you will find out everything about her. A smile played around my lips at the idea of more looking forward to talking with her all night long than making love to one another… well, not quite, but still…

I was watching her staring at herself in one of the many wall mirrors. Not in vanity. I knew her well enough to know that she didn’t have a vain bone in her body. She seemed lost in thought, and for the first time, I realized that maybe she didn’t know how to dance.

“Here you are,” I called, trying not to startle her.

The smile she bestowed on me weakened my knees and pushed all doubts from me. I might not know her name, but I knew everything about her that was important.

“You know it’s customary for the bride and groom to open the dancefloor,” I said with a smile, pulling out my phone and selecting a waltz from my playlist.

Her smile deepened as she elegantly glided toward me, holding out her hand with such grace it would have put any debutante to shame. Amazed, I put the phone in my pocket after hitting the play button and took her offered hand, pulling her against my chest.

“You smell so good,” I said, nuzzling her throat.

With a giggle, she turned in my arms like a skilled dancer. Keeping a hold of my hand, she twirled once, twice—light like a ballerina—and returned to my arms. Holding our hands up in the required pose of a waltz, she took my other arm and placed it around her waist, while placing the tips of her fingers on my shoulder. Waiting for my lead.

Hesitantly, I put one step forward, she arched her long, swanlike neck to the side to follow my lead.

She was so light on her feet and in my arms, I barely felt her. Following my lead without a break in her steps, her head moved from side to side whenever we changed direction.

Good God, would she ever cease to amaze me? She danced like a trained professional and with the grace of a princess.

“Where did you learn to dance like this?” I rasped.

Her head lifted so she could look into my eyes and what I read there left me stunned. Her pupils were so wide, they pressed most of the deep sapphire blue to the edges; they were swirling pools of emotions that laid bare all her love for me, and I swallowed.

“I love you too,” I said hoarsely, aware that once again I was left without an answer, but the promise of soon echoed in my mind and heart as we floated around the large ballroom—suddenly more than grateful for its existence.

My playlist changed from a ballroom waltz to a Viennese waltz, followed by a tango—another dance she mastered. Next to her I began to feel like a clumsy ass and realized I would have to step up my game before the wedding.

I had never given my dance lessons much effort and regretted that now. But how had I been supposed to know that one day I would run into the most amazing woman in the world who could hold her own at any dance competition?

We danced as if we were the only people in the world. It was just her and me. Drawing apart and pulling back together. Holding hands and letting go, only to reunite chest to chest.

My breathing turned harder, but not from the exertion. A sexual tension hung in the air that intensified with every beat of the drum in the increasing tempo of our tango.

I pulled her against me with one arm and our foreheads met for a few seconds. I watched her chest rise and fall, arousing my cock.

Her hair was coming loose from the clip which she usually wore to hold her long tresses together, and the strands whipped around me as she spun out of my embrace. I stopped my hand from making a grab for it, even though instinct wanted me to.

She wore tight-fitting jeans, but in my mind’s eye I imagined flowing skirts swirling around her long legs. Candles burned in that vision, with their flames reflecting in her pupils.

The next time I pulled her against my chest, I felt the wild beating of her heart, felt the tremble go through her at our closeness, and couldn’t resist pressing my lips against her.

Still moving in rhythm to the music, she slung her arms around my neck, her hips undulating against my hard erection. Her upper torso leaned back, supported by my arm around her waist, and I dipped my head closer to brush my lips over the flesh exposed from her blouse.

She rose back up and twirled out of my arm, the dance suddenly turning into something else. The sexual tension grew thicker by the second as I stalked her to the beat of the music.

I watched her breathlessly come back to me, only to move behind me, with her arms snaking around my chest. The pressure of her rapidly rising and falling breasts against my back aroused me even more.

Her fingers moved underneath my shirt, flittered over my muscles, and when I couldn’t take it anymore, I pulled her around.

Her right leg came up—high—leaning against my shoulder, and I groaned, grabbing her ass and pulling her up and against me.

Her left leg slid across the floor, as I moved in step to the music, bringing her against one of the mirrors.

Eyes glued to me, she moved her hips provocatively against my loins. With a deep, guttural groan precum leaked from my cock. I was ready for her and I prayed she was for me as well.

Her hands moved to the button and zipper of her pants, her hips gyrated to have them fall to the floor. With a low growl , I lifted her off her feet.

Holding her up by her ass with one hand, my other slid her panties to the side, finding her already hot and wet.

“My love,” I rasped against her throat as her hands opened my pants.

Impatiently, I moved my hips to have them fall to the ground as well. She repositioned her leg up against my shoulder and slung it against my hip instead, pulling me in closer.

She guided my cock inside her with a loud hiss of pleasure as I entered her.

We fucked fast and furious, both panting for breath.

I anchored both of her legs around me to drive into her deeper, her fingers dug into my hair, directed my face to hers and we kissed just as hard and hot as our bodies were slamming into one another.

The urge to come escalated, my balls constricted and it took all my willpower to wait for her to come first. At the first spasm of her walls around my cock I couldn’t hold it any longer. With a loud groan my seed pushed up into her womb. In response, she moaned against me, biting into my lip as she pushed me deeper into her while her walls milked me so mercilessly, I stumbled and had to plant one hand against the mirror to keep us steady.

Colors exploded in front of my eyes as pure bliss ravaged my body.