“You ok?” Leo appears at my side and steals the straw from my drink and takes a large sip. “You looked deep in thought.”
“I was but wasn’t at the same time.”
“I’m not sure I understand what you mean, but I’ll go with it. What do you want to do next? More dancing?”
I take his hand and look toward the exit to the ballroom.
“There’s only one thing I want now, and that’s you. Let me give you a gift like no other.”
Leo must instantly understand what I mean for he presses me up against the bar and kisses my lips. I can feel his length hardening against my thigh. We’ve touched each other everywhere—he’s gone down on me, and I on him, but full sex has always been our hard limit…not tonight, though.
“Are you sure?” he questions.
“Make me feel like a woman, Leo.”
“You don’t have to ask me that twice.”
Leo leads me from the room, his long fingers wrapped around my tiny slender ones. His hands are warm, maybe even a little clammy with nerves. Leo hasn’t specifically said, but I’m sure he’s a virgin too. Not only am I giving him a gift, but he’s giving me one as well. A couple of the teachers step forward at the door to block our path. I hold my breath wondering if they’re going to try to stop us. It’s what they’re there for, but they step aside at the last moment, and we pass through without any problem.
“Leo?” I look at him questioningly. I can’t believe they allowed us to leave.
“Let’s just say I think someone may have spoken to them for us. They know we have a room.”
“Oh my god, my teachers are going to know I’m having sex on prom night.” The words come out a bit too loud, and a couple of the girls standing just outside the entrance to the ballroom giggle. Leo glares at them and drags me through the corridor a bit quicker this time. Even he’s laughing now. “I can’t believe I just said that.”
“I can’t believe you just said that either, but yeah, probably the whole school is going to know that you had sex on prom night by the time you go back.”
“Oh god, I’m such an idiot.”
“Yeah, but you’re my idiot. Come on let’s go up to the room.”
I can feel my cheeks are heated, but as Leo strides confidently through the foyer with me behind him gripping tight to his hand, I no longer feel embarrassed. What we are about to do is natural. I love him, and he’s told me enough times he loves me as well.
“Leo?”
He stops and stares down at me as we reach the doors to the elevator.
“Yes?”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
It doesn’t take us long to reach our room. It’s nothing special—it’s definitely not the penthouse, but it’s all we need: a bed, some soft lighting, rose petals on the sheets, and most importantly condoms…lots of them.
“Do you want a drink of anything? I know we’re not supposed to have alcohol, but I’ve managed to sneak some in.”
Leo pulls a bottle of white wine from his travel bag. I get the sense he checked in and came to the room earlier this afternoon to make sure everything was all right with it. His jeans and t-shirt are already folded neatly over a chair.
“No, I want to remember every moment of this.”
“No pressure on me then.” Leo gulps.
I shut my eyes and take a deep breath. My nerves are manifesting themselves as butterflies in my stomach.
“Why don’t we watch that TV dance show you like and relax for a while.”
I pick up my bag knowing I have a nightie inside. My mama helped me shop for it. I’m very much a comfort girl and would rather be in pajamas, but I thought Leo would prefer me to look a little prettier for him tonight, and it’s something I wanted to do. No man will ever force me to do anything I don’t want to. I’m a strong, independent young woman…who’s about to have sex for the first time.
I’m inwardly screaming like the schoolgirl I am as I slip into the bathroom. Leo turns the TV on when I’m gone, and I hear the distinctive sound of the host of his favorite show. It’s a dance competition where celebrities are partnered with professional dancers and compete to win a trophy. This is it’s first season but it’s already incredibly popular. I can definitely see Leo being one of the professional dancers on the show in the future. Who knows, if I become a famous actress, maybe we can dance together with me as his celebrity.
I shimmy out of my dress but leave my hair and make-up intact. Giving my pits and bits down there a quick wash, I pull the silky material of the nightie over my head. The last thing I do is brush my teeth before emerging from the bathroom trying my best to look sexy. Leo is standing up in the middle of the room. He’s lost his suit jacket and tie and has rolled his shirt sleeves up to his elbows. He’s copying the moves the dancers are doing on the show, but when he spins around and sees me, he stops dead.
“Fuck me!” he exclaims with pure, unadulterated lust filling his eyes. “This is the second time you’ve stopped me dead tonight. You really are beautiful, Elise.”
“I could say the same about you.”
I sashay over to him, and he pulls me into his arms, his hands coming to rest on the curve of my hips. Reaching up, I grip the first pearl button of his shirt and undo it. Leo watches me while I repeat the process with the other ones until his shirt falls open, and I run my hands down his chest. Leo is muscular, but just like many other men of his age, he hasn’t properly filled into his frame yet. I adore his physique and lean forward to press a kiss to his bare chest.
Leo places his hand under my chin just as a slow song starts to play on the TV—an instrumental version of ‘You Raise Me Up’. He tilts my face up to his, and I stare into his dark-brown eyes.
“I don’t know what the future holds, Elise. But you’ll always be in my heart.”
“I know, and you’ll always be in mine.”
We join our lips together in a passionate kiss, our bodies pressed firmly together as we back up toward the bed. I can barely breathe with the anticipation of what is about to happen. I want Leo more than I’ve wanted anything in my life. I want to feel him. I want to be joined with him.
Leo pushes me onto the bed, and I shuffle over so he can join me. He drops his shirt to the floor and lowers himself beside me, pulling me flush against his body as we resume our searching kisses. He trails his warm lips over my cheek and down my jaw. I rest my head back against the pillow while he pulls the strap of my nightie aside and wraps his tongue around the already pebbled tip of my nipple.
“Mmm,” I moan wantonly, arching my back in response to his kisses. His hands join his lips and massage tenderly at my breasts, igniting the sensitive flesh there and sending pleasure cascading through the rest of my body. I can feel the wet heat flow from my core and coat my inner thighs ready for Leo to take my virginity. A burning need for his intimate touch between my thighs overwhelms me with its fever, and I squirm to try to create friction there.
“I’m guessing you don’t want to take this slow then.” Leo moves one of his hands from my breast and places it between my thighs. He strokes the length of my sex before teasing a finger inside me.