Love Off The Dance Floor: The Final Chapter - Sex Stories

Love Off The Dance Floor: The Final Chapter

Author's Note: Well here we are, at the final part of another story. I thank you all for your great support, lovely comments, both those positive and negative, as the negative can always be used to improve upon my writing. Love Off The Dance Floor: The Final My knees felt weak, almost rubbery as I followed her, the luxurious carpeting squishing beneath my toes. The bed was elegant. A large headboard of carved mahogany echoed the room's décor. I touched the huge mattress covered in burgundy satin. Scattered amongst the silken spread, throw pillows of ivory cream added to its grandeur. "Serena, my God, this room!" I was ecstatic. "I know—it's for our elite guests. I consider you to be one of them," she responded, lighting candles near the bedside. "Do you entertain others here?" I had to ask. "I do private dances, Cassie...that's all," she replied, her expression genuine. I was thoughtful as she answered, conjuring up explicit images in my mind. Soft music and candlelight completed the room creating a warm ambience around us. I watched her light the last candle, its golden flame flickering in a wild dance...a dance much like ours. Wild and free, it'd burn long into the night uninhibited. I was taken aback as she walked toward me, bathed in shimmering light. She was exquisite, her figure, slender and beautiful to look at. The swell of her breasts, the rise of her hips, the graceful curves of her thighs were breathtaking. I swallowed hard. Our passion ignited a flame that would ...

... burn for hours to come. I moaned as her lips pressed against mine, desire compelling her aching need. Unyielding, she kissed me with the same intensity I exhibited on stage. I responded as her tongue delved inside, swirling, dipping, teasing. "I want you, Cass," Serena gasped as she came up for air. "You want me too, don't you?" she asked. "I know you do." A nod was all I could muster as she nudged my body down on the bed. Cushiony softness billowed beneath me, the burgundy silk cool against my skin. I was captivated as I watched her standing by the bed frame. There was a devilish glint in her dark green eyes, her smile deliciously wicked. She lowered her thong, further exposing her nakedness. "I do want you." Somehow I said the words she wanted to hear, my voice barely audible in the room. I was hardly aware I had spoken as I took in her nudity silhouetted in the candles' glow. Our eyes held in the flickering light, shadows dancing on the wall beside us. Our arousal was obvious, our desire fueled by unrelenting passion. We remained motionless, savoring the moment. "Serena..." I reached for her, urging her to join me on the burgundy spread. The mattress barely moved, her weight feather-light on the elegant bed. I was in heaven as she lay against me, her hair tumbling over her shoulders. The strands tickled, caressing my flesh in silken waves. I moaned, loving the sweet sensation. She kissed me again, butterfly kisses raining down my throat in a delicate swirl. With my head ...