Chapter 17 His Lady #2
Our mini class quickly turned into partnering work as we practiced steps that we needed to work on together.
His strong, confident hands guided my waist and body as we worked, and I was the luckiest dancer on the planet that this partner was all mine.
He was, by far, the most talented dancer I'd ever worked with, bringing such a soft yet firm touch to everything he did with each step.
“One more,” I said, preparing for another partnered turn with him.
I executed the turn, planning for a triple pirouette, however instead of stopping the turn after three, his hands kept spinning me around, forcing a laugh as I held my position tight for him.
Eventually, he stopped the turn, but instead of facing forward, I was facing backward and looking right into his chest.
“We missed the front,” I joked as I looked up to him.
“No, this is perfect,” he whispered, staring into my eyes. A caring and passionate gleam shone from him as he looked down at me. My heart beat quickly while his hands firmly squeezed my waist.
What started as a gentle squeeze of my waist quickly became possessive.
His hands spread wide against my back and pulled me closer to his chest. His lips found mine in a kiss as his arms continued to pull me closer and closer to him.
The passion between us heated up, and desire grew rapidly throughout my body for him.
His scent was infusing inside me, pressing me forward, and needing more of him.
He broke the kiss and lifted his head, capturing my eyes with his.
“My bedroom?” he whispered, his voice almost a plea full of desire.
“Yes,” I managed to whisper back to him, lost in his intense eyes. He still had a habit of taking my breath away with those beautiful, green eyes.
I quickly left behind my pointe shoes before we darted through the house and upstairs to his room. The rush of anticipation vibrated through my body. My prince wanted me, right now.
As the bedroom door clicked shut, Preston paused for just a moment, watching me with a mix of awe and restraint. I could sense that need to be with me, and I absolutely wanted to be his. He stepped forward slowly, brushing a hand down my arm.
“Are you sure?” His voice sounded lower now, both protective and hungry.
Shyly, I nodded my head, once again my voice lost to him.
He stepped close to me, reaching up for my hair and pulling out a few pins from my ballet bun.
With each pin he pulled out, his lips kissed my jaw…
neck…shoulders. My hair uncoiled itself as the last of the pins came out, and Preston gently slid out my hair tie, then ran his fingers through my hair.
Just this simple act of taking my hair out brought my inner heat to a boil; I needed more of him.
He leaned in to kiss me, and as our lips locked together, our bodies responded as one, almost as if we were still dancing. His smooth hands took their time, caressing slowly up my arms.
A soft whimper escaped from my lips as he released mine and moved to brush his lips against the curve of my shoulder, his hands finding the top of my leotard. He slowly pulled my straps down while his kisses trailed along my collarbone.
This slow pace of his was deliberate yet devastating, as if he knew exactly how to make my body melt with need. His cheek rubbed against my neck, helping to calm me down, but not by much.
He didn’t rush, nor was he aggressive, but gave me an approving hum in the back of his throat as I reached my hands up under his shirt. His muscles felt taut and slightly sweaty from class, and I tried to tug off his shirt quickly. He gave me a quiet laugh as he pulled his shirt off over his head.
I was so ready for him, and I needed his approval. I let the rest of my leotard fall to the floor and pulled off my ballet tights to stand completely bare in front of him.
“Lovely,” he softly spoke, lowering his gaze to my chest as his hands returned to gliding along my skin. He gently guided me back to the bed, all while taking in my body with his eyes. My god, this man was truly a prince.
“Let me take care of you.” Preston’s eyes gleamed as he kissed under my chin. I lay down in the center of the bed while he braced himself on top of me.
Yes…My mind and body screamed together, surrendering completely to his desires. Every kiss he gave me ignited more longing between my legs. By now, the intensity of my yearning for him was overwhelming, and more whimpers escaped my mouth.
He started slowly, caressing his hands and lips across my breasts, where he gently swirled his tongue around my nipple, forcing a gasp out of me.
Next, he moved his mouth to my ribs, kissing and worshipping every part of my skin before dropping to my stomach.
His mouth continued to move lower, pressing kisses into my hip bones before tracing the outline of my pelvis with his tongue.
“Can I taste you?” he murmured, as our eyes locked. So much intensity and yearning burned in his gaze.
I nodded quickly before letting my head rest back against the soft bed.
He pressed two kisses against my inner thighs before settling down in between my legs. When his tongue finally pressed against me, my hips lifted instinctively as a sharp gasp escaped me. My body was loving the pressure and attention.
His tongue worked me slowly, patiently, indulging in me until I was left breathless and moaning his name so loudly.
When his thumb pressed in and circled me, I instantly lost control to an orgasm as my hips jerked out of control. Waves of pleasure crashed into me, as an intense ripple of completion spread through my body.
He straightened back up on top of me, bracing his arms on both sides of my body. Leaning close against me, he whispered in my ear, “I want to be inside you.”
That whisper alone sent a chill down my spine, competing with my orgasm. I quickly whispered yes, waiting and wanting him. He repositioned himself, licking my breasts while waiting for me to be ready as I rode out the last intense cling of my break.
When he finally pushed into me, he worked slowly and deliberately, taking his time and feeling every inch.
I felt so deeply connected to him, here in this moment, as I took him in.
His knot brushed against me, rubbing me perfectly and building that desire to shatter again.
My arms reached out, and I held him closer to me.
His forehead pressed against mine as he started to gently rock inside me. The sensation was torturous yet absolutely amazing, and our breathing and rhythm synced. This slow pace of his broke me down completely, and all I felt left was my desire and love for this man.
“I’ve wanted this so badly—I love you, Ivy,” Preston gasped as his voice trembled.
Hearing him say it sent a flutter through my chest—soft and sure, like everything I'd been afraid to want was finally here.
I answered with a soft moan, reaching for his shoulders. “Yes, I love you too, Preston.”
A second orgasm claimed me as Preston collapsed with a low groan, crying out my name as his body grew rigid from release. We rode out the waves of pleasure together as our bodies lay tangled and trembling.
Soon enough, I sighed against his body, wrapping my arms around him.
The tension faded from his as he rolled off me, breathless and laughing softly.
Neither of us wanted this warm, blissful moment to fade, so we held each other tightly, snuggling in and slowly breathing in the combined scents of the room.
After a moment, he whispered to me. “You’re incredible.”
“You continue to take my breath away,” I whispered back to him.
***
Lukas
I stood outside in the driveway, breathing in the fresh air and waiting for Demetrius and Ivy to join me.
I really just needed to get out of the house and away from Preston.
I saw him and Ivy run upstairs to his room earlier, and now he wouldn’t stop smiling.
I didn’t blame him—I would be too if I were him.
I just needed to be patient for my time with her to come.
The garage door opened, and Dem strolled out. In a very rare first, he handed me the keys to the SUV. “Would you please drive today?”
Shocked, I quickly agreed, taking the keys from him and opening the driver’s side door. I'd known this man for over fifteen years—he always wanted to drive.
“Are we ready to go?” Ivy said as she stepped out into the garage, wearing cute shorts and a form-fitting top.
Oh…right. Ivy would be in the backseat. I sent a glare at Dem.
He shrugged and smiled. “I’ll drive on the way back.”
“Are you not driving today?” Ivy asked as she walked up to him. “I’ve never seen you in the backseat.”
All three of us got into the SUV and took off down the road. Dem and Ivy snuggled in the backseat as he gently twirled his finger through her hair.
“We should do a photoshoot at the house to capture our pack and each member with Ivy. What are your thoughts?” I asked. Might as well make my mind useful while I drove. “We can use them for publicity in the future.”
“Great idea,” Dem agreed as he rubbed his cheek against Ivy. “We need an updated pack photo with Ivy anyway.”
I merged the car onto the freeway. “Each one of us seemed to like a different picture from Ivy’s first photoshoot. Maybe we can each have our own theme. My favorite is her as Carmen.” My mind recalled Ivy with her pouty lips and playful eyes in our Carmen outfit.
“Carmen was nice, but I prefer the Les Sylphides poses. Very elegant and classic looking,” Dem replied as he looked at Ivy. “Did you have a favorite?”
“They were all fun to pose in. I’m just happy that, for once, I have a flattering headshot.” Ivy shrugged with a smile.
Dem and I both softly laughed. She was quite the diplomat, even if she didn’t realize it.
“Maybe we could do the group shot in the courtyard during the golden hour, capture that soft and dreamy quality,” I threw out some thoughts, trying to ignore Dem rubbing his cheek against Ivy. This must have been how he felt this whole time with us.
“We might not have the sunlight for much longer. With fall here, maybe we can capture something with the leaves changing?” Ivy said.
“Ooh, I like that suggestion, though we don’t get enough fall weather unfortunately,” I replied as I turned off the freeway and headed towards Ivy’s apartment. Almost there.
“Have you thought about how you’re going to decorate your nest? Do you want to keep it a surprise for us?” Dem asked Ivy.
“I do…at least the room. I want everyone’s input on what needs to be in it,” she replied, giving Dem a gentle nuzzle under his chin.
“I’m going to need lots of snacks,” I joked, though honestly, I wasn’t sure what I’d need. Maybe I should start researching this more, too.
“Here we are!” Ivy said as I pulled the SUV up to a front parking spot. We all exited the car and made our way up to Ivy’s apartment.
“Lukas and I can focus on packing up the kitchen and cleaning the living room while you pack the rest of your things up. Any suitcase ready to go, just put it by the front door, and we’ll load it up,” Dem said as we entered Ivy’s apartment.
The inside of Ivy’s apartment was filled with her scent as usual, which always gave us such a strong urge to scent-mark everything—not ideal if we were trying to clean the place.
I gave Dem a side glance as we both took a deep inhale. “We should prop open some windows.”
“Probably a good idea,” he agreed.
We quickly got to work cleaning and packing, and the apartment became more and more empty of Ivy’s things as she started stacking a few boxes by the front door.
Dem and I gave the entire kitchen and bathroom a good scrub, along with vacuuming the floors and cleaning the windows.
Once finished, we noticed we’d not seen Ivy come out of her room in a while.
Her absence always bothered me, and now I was concerned about how she was handling all of this.
“Ivy? How’s it going?” I gently opened her bedroom door with Dem right behind me.
Ivy was sitting on the bed with a tissue in her hand, holding a stuffed animal. She sniffled a bit, and it was clear she’d been crying.
“These are happy tears, I promise!” she held up her hands as if guilty of something.
Seeing her crying broke my heart. “Ivy, you’re allowed to be sad about this. Can you tell us what you’re feeling?”
I wanted to fix whatever was hurting her, pull her tightly into my arms, and take all her pains away. But right now, I knew she just needed me to listen and acknowledge her feelings.
She looked at me as I sat down on the bed next to her, Dem taking the other side and rubbing her leg for comfort.
“My parents gave me this bear when I was twelve years old after my first solo role. He’s been everywhere with me, and oddly enough, it just hit me weirdly that I didn’t bring him with me yesterday.”
“Of course not,” I said, thinking of a way to cheer her up. “He needed to watch over the remainder of your stuff. He understood his role.”
She burst into laughter, wiping the tears away. “I guess he did, didn’t he?”
Dem pressed a gentle kiss on her cheek. “We’ll triple-check nothing gets left behind, okay? And we can call Dr. Laughlin if we do need to get back in here for whatever reason.”
“Thank you.” She grabbed both our hands and squeezed them. “I’m all done here. I was only in this apartment for about a month, yet I’m so connected to it.”
Dem and I loaded up the rest of Ivy’s stuff while she investigated the whole apartment several times over, ensuring nothing was left behind. After we finished, we returned to the living room to wait for Ivy.
“I think that’s it. I’m ready to leave,” she said, looking at us both.
Ivy walked over to the counter and left her keys behind. With a large sigh, she walked back to us and reached for our hands.
“Let’s go,” she said, leading us out the door.