Tap Dance (Dance Series)

chapter Nine



The remaining time at work that afternoon lasted for fifty years. I was making so many mistakes with my entries that I basically only got about a quarter of my work for the day done.

That's not like me, at all.

I'm usually on the ball, on top of my game. Whipping through the tax forms and logging entries into the client's program for their business' on-going taxes.

But not that afternoon.

Oh, hell, no.

I couldn't seem to settle and caught myself crossing and re-crossing my legs often. Bouncing my top leg like no tomorrow.

I like to talk and laugh with my clients, knowing that taxes can be one of the most boring things you have to do or even a scary thing for some people.

I like to joke with them which usually helps relax them.

And a relaxed client is a forthcoming client.

But I couldn't put two sentences together that afternoon.

The afternoon before I spent the night with Ram.

Oh. My. God.

I may have been 'Suzie Professional' on the outside, but inside? I was squeeing loudly as I twirled and swirled.

I glanced at the time on the computer, but it was only five minutes later than the last time I checked.

"Are you alright, Marianne?" Todd from Akron's Jewelry asked.

"Yes, fine thanks, Todd. How 'bout you?" I replied trying to make my fingers work on the keyboard of my computer. I was shaking so there were a lot of double letters and numbers that had to be immediately corrected.

"No, I mean, you don't seem like yourself."

Crap.

Busted.

Told you. I get caught out all the freaking time.

"Just have a bit on my mind. Maybe you should leave the reports with me and I can shoot them over to you tomorrow, if that's okay?"

"Ah. Sure, I guess," Todd replied, looking at me funny.

And he had reason to since I had never, not once, ever needed an extra day to do Akron's quarterly taxes.

"Great!" I said and stood up. I found the best way to get a client to leave was to stand up first and move them out of my cubicle. I pumped Todd's hand just a little too heartily and caught his questioning look before I told him I'd see him tomorrow.

Finally, my day was over and I was out of there like a shot.

I tried to go the speed limit.

I really did.

I tried not to rush through my shower or my getting ready routine.

I tried to eat the dinner that Aunt Estella fixed.

But I failed at all of them.

And, I was ready to go by eight o'clock.

Shit.

What was I going to do for a whole hour?

I sat with Aunt Estella and watched TV.

Or rather, I pointed my face at the TV as my mind ran in circles around itself.

Imagining, day dreaming, having thoughts that can get you arrested in three states and numerous foreign countries.

At eight-thirty, I grabbed my coat, my keys and my small tote and kissed Auntie goodbye.

It was only going to take me around ten minutes to get to Ram's, so I stopped by the grocery store and bought a couple of packages of Strawberry Pop Tarts because even if Ram had them on hand, you can never have too many.

I stopped about a block away from his house and chomped on a piece of gum really fast to ensure my breath was minty as I used the de-tangler to tame my curls. Another coat of lip gloss and I was about as ready as I'd ever be.

I pulled my car into his driveway next to his truck.

Here we go, I remember thinking as I exited my car.

Honest to goodness, I couldn't take a deep enough breath.



*.*.*.*.*

Ram opened the door and watched as I made my way up the lighted walkway to the porch where I stopped.

"Hello Ram," I said my breathy voice giving evidence of my nerves.

"Hello Marianne. Please come in," I heard him say as he opened the door wider.

I took a couple of steps in and remembered to take my shoes off in the entry way.

From the way he was dressed, it looked like he had only gotten home just a few minutes before I arrived. I did a discreet eye roam and noted that his boots were off and his uniform shirt was untucked.

I don't know why having Ram's shirt untucked was so freaking sexy.

But it was.

God, he was gorgeous.

He ran his fingers up my back as he stepped to my side. As his fingers trailed lightly from my waist to my neck, I got a rush of goose bumps.

I swallowed as I caught on the thought that if my body was reacting to his simple touch this strongly, then what was I going to feel when he actually touched me on the good parts?

"Chai?"

"What?"

"Tea?"

"Oh. Yeah. Well, only if you're having some." I had to swallow again.

"Marianne?" He asked, leaning down closer to my ear.

"Yeah, Ram?" I turned my head to his and our mouths were only inches apart.

And our eyes caught.

And held.

Without a word, Ram picked me up just as he had done at my aunt's house. Picked me up and carried me down the hall. The hall that led to the bedrooms.

He deposited me gently on the bed before turning on one of the bedside lamps that illuminated the room with a soft glow.

He stood in front of me as I sat on the edge of the mattress, my heart beating hard as I looked at him.

"Are you scared, Pyari?" He asked softly, moving closer to me.

"No," I replied softly and added a head shake for emphasis. I didn't want to be misunderstood.

"Are you excited, Pyari?" he asked as he placed a hand on each side of my hips and leaned over me until his mouth was just touching mine.

"You better believe it," I replied against his lips with a thick swallow.

He smiled at me as he moved to turn and sit down next to me.

"Me, too."

I smiled at his admission.

"Lie back," he instructed and twisted so that his chest was next to mine as I lowered myself down onto the mattress. I felt, rather than saw, him prop himself up on one elbow as he brought the other hand up and he trailed his fingers over my cheekbone, running over the curve of my jaw before lightly outlining my lips.

I opened my mouth and licked his fingers. I heard his quick intake of air before he bent his head to me, his mouth plundering mine.

Yes!

I raised my hands from his shoulders and threaded them through his thick hair, holding him to me as our lips and tongues continued to work their same magic as at the park.

Ram's hand reach for my breast. He ran his palm over and around it, learning it's shape before his thumb flicked against my hard nipple.

I moaned into his mouth and he pressed his cock against my side.

His hand moved and the cool air caressed me as he released the buttons on my blouse one by one.

He let go of my mouth and glanced down as he spread my blouse wide, exposing my breasts only encased in the sheer fabric of my bra.

"Beautiful," he mumbled as he lowered his head and sucked on my nipples through the fabric, using his tongue to swirl and flick. The wet fabric, being pushed and pulled by his lips created a delicious friction, prompting a full body shiver.

He paused and raised his head gazing at my hard nipples now fully visible beneath the wet, transparent fabric.

His lips again lowered to mine and his hand moved to my thighs, bunching up the fabric of my skirt. My skin was so sensitized that just the glide of the fabric as it was moved upward, the light trail of his fingers, and even the very air seemed to caress my skin. His fingers changed direction, moving from the outside of my thigh to the inside, stroking upward stopping just millimeters from where I wanted his fingers to be.

He pulled his head up. "Your skirt is very tight, Pyari."

I didn't know if that was a request or not but I was releasing the side zipper of my skirt before he had even completed his sentence. I lifted my hips and slid my skirt off slowly, as slowly as he had been touching me. I watched his face, his eyes as they followed the descent of the fabric.

His hand wrapped around my knee and stroked upward. His eyes followed the movement of his hand. I closed my eyes to concentrate on the tingle of my skin that was left in the wake of his touch. My breasts were heaving with my labored breathing and my heartbeat was a deep throb within me.

"Please…" I moaned without thought, raising my hips and opening my legs. Offering myself to him.

Ram's eyes came back to me, hot with desire.

His fingers finally, finally made it to the juncture of my thighs and his touch was light, butterfly light, teasing as it moved over the silk of my wet panties.

I heard my own deep, sultry moan as I tried to push up against his hand.

"Ram, please…" I begged dragging my eyes back to his, my hand fisting the back of his shirt.

I watched as his eyes moved down, over my breasts, my belly to his hand that was lightly resting on my inner thigh.

"I want you naked, Marianne," he said softly, his eyes still roaming over me.

I reached behind and unhooked my bra before sliding it down my arms. I hooked my thumbs in my panties and peeled them down my legs.

I wanted him so much, I was shaking.

This time I heard him moan.

"Beautiful…" He murmured before dropping a soft kiss on my lips as his fingers begin moving upward along my trembling thighs.

God, yes!

He pulled away again to watch his fingers as they firmly stroked my cleft, easing my folds open until he reached my most sensitive spot, swollen and aching. His fingers, bathed in the wetness he had created, ruthlessly swirled, pressing in.

My hips had a mind of their own and thrust upward to the rhythm of his stroking fingers. He eased two fingers inside me as his thumb slipped and slid over my *.

I could hear myself gasping and I was quivering just on the edge of orgasm.

His fingers picked up the pace and I exploded, arching upwards.

His name was ripped from deep inside me as I came on his hand.

My pleasure seemed to go on and on, aided by his now slowly moving fingers.

When I had calmed, Ram leaned over me again, pressing his cheek to mine as he whispered, "Absolutely beautiful, Mera Pyari."

I held him to me, my body still coming back together, coming back to myself.

And one of the first things I realized when I was again able to think, was that I was completely naked.

But Ram was still completely dressed.

I turned and propped up on an elbow, mirroring his movements with me.

I reached for the buttons of his shirt and popped them open one by one as I kissed him deeply, pushing his body until he was flat on the mattress.

When his shirt was fully undone, I repeated his move and pulled the edges of his shirt apart, exposing his firm chest. I disengaged my mouth running my hand firmly over his muscled torso, scraping my nails over his flat nipples.

Moving further down his body, watching his abs flinch and tighten in response to my touch.

I leaned against him, my unbound breasts pressed against his side. As they touched him, I heard his sharp breath.

My fingers drifted, following the line of hair on his flat belly until I reached his trousers.

I glanced up to gauge Ram's reaction and saw that he was watching me with his hot, dark eyes. I smiled as I opened his belt, my gaze never leaving his.

I caught my bottom lip between my teeth as I unbuttoned his trousers, slowly sliding the zipper down, careful not to touch his skin.

I was reaching, intent on sliding my hand to capture the hardness of him when he flipped me on my back. He settled himself between my thighs, the opened zipper cold against my belly.

His mouth claimed mine, pressing me down into the mattress.

I raised my legs, my thighs holding close to his sides but my feet were pushing his trousers down.

"Be still, Pyari," he said against my mouth and he reached down to slide his hand into the pocket of his trousers, He pulled out a length of condoms, laying them on the bed. He pushed his trousers all the way off before turning back to me.

I glanced up at him trying, but failing, to keep a grin off my face.

"Hoping to get lucky, Sailor?"

"More like, praying…" he admitted before his mouth captured mine again.

"I've always wanted to be the answer to some guy's prayers," I whispered against his mouth.

He got up on his knees as he reached for a condom. I watched as he rolled it down his hard length.

"Marianne?" He whispered.

"Yeah, Ram?" I whispered back waiting, wanting to have him fill me.

"I'm not just some guy," he whispered softly as he eased himself inside me.



*.*.*.*.*

He woke up slowly realizing that she was wrapped around him; her head on his chest, her arm draped over his waist, their legs tangled.

And it felt…right.

Especially after last night.

He had never had sex like that, where there was more to a joining than just the body parts coming together. Ever since they met, they had a connection between them, an electricity that was almost tangible.

Ram wanted her and now, after having her, he wanted more.

He could feel himself begin to grow erect as he remembered their joining, watching her as he had slid into her. Hearing her gasp as he sunk himself deeply, as if to claim her before he began to move, surging in, quickening his pace.

The thrusting of his hips rough even as she met him stroke for stroke.

Raising himself, straight armed so he could see. Witnessed her generous breasts topped with her stiff nipples quivering as he pounded into her. Observed the faint flush that stained her chest and face as he drove into her deeply, roughly again and again.

Looking down and watching their connection, her channel slick as it gripped and released his cock. He had levered himself on one hand using his thumb to rub her swollen *. Her head thrown back and her body bowed, crying out as she reached her peak.

His member had throbbed as he had watched her, deliciously tormented by the release he gave her, his name on her lips as she came.

He had dropped back to his forearms, his face in her neck, breathless as his own orgasm came upon him. He had driven into her, emptying himself into the condom with a full body shudder.

Her soft, warm hand encircled and stroked his cock that had hardened with just the memory of them the night before.

"Morning, Sailor," she said softly, sleepily.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Mmm hmm," she said on a full body stretch but her fondling, the sweet torture of her hand strokes beneath the sheet never stopped.

He turned so that she was on her back and his lips grazed hers, softly, teasingly before moving lower to nibble her neck. And lower still to capture the sweet buds of her nipples, licking, nibbling, tonguing them until the stiff peaks glistened with the wetness from his mouth.

He toyed with her beautiful breasts and Marianne's hips began to move in shallow thrusts. He caressed her slit, finding she was already wet. She continued to stroke him, rubbing, using his pre-cum to slide her hot hand slickly over him from root to head.

She gasped as his fingers danced over her rapidly swelling nub before cupping her.

Ram moved, placing himself between her thighs, watching as she spread her legs. He slid down her body, his tongue gliding over her creamy skin, circling her navel, licking his way downward.

He stopped and raised his head to look at her, his beautiful Pyari. Her eyes dilated with desire as she gazed back at him. They shared a smile before he lowered his head to taste her, to tongue her, feeling her shiver as his tongue swirled.

Her hands were in his hair and she thrust her hips up to his mouth with a cry when his tongue curled around her pleasure center. He eased two fingers into her wet channel, hearing her whimper, he listened to it as it deepened into a moan. Ram's cock jerked at the sound. He rubbed himself against the mattress as his busy tongue and busier fingers worked between her legs.

Her p-ssy pulsed around his fingers. With a cry, her hands left his hair to grasp and twist the bed sheets just as her whole body stilled and her insides clamped down on his fingers.

"Oh, God," she ground out. "God, Ram."

His cock throbbed in response.

It was just when he was moving back up her body, dragging and pressing his hardness against her, that the alarm went off.

Ram dropped his head to her chest and groaned.

Her hands caressed his shoulders as she sighed.

"You gotta go, honey," she whispered.

"Yeah, MG. I gotta go," he murmured.

He moved up and kissed her softly before rolling to the edge of the bed.