Sensuality

The woman hung up without replying. Gloria stared at the phone. The nerve of some people.

She glanced at a postcard she’d thumbtacked to the wall. María had sent it to her as part of her campaign to convince Gloria to move to Florida. White sands and an ocean as blue as the sky. She cupped her chin in her hand and sighed.

Eduardo is wearing swimming trunks and she a bikini. He walks next to her, his hand holding hers. He pulls her across the sand until the two of them are running. Up ahead is a grove of palm trees. They run in among them. He presses her against a tree trunk and puts his hand on her breasts, his fingers squeezing her nipples. She gasps, her sex moistening. He pulls the bikini top down, exposing her breasts. He lowers his head and wraps his mouth around one of them, licking steadily at her nipple.

Gloria grips his shoulders. He wraps his hand around her other breast, pinching and tweaking the nipple. He sucks hard on her breast, while his other hand slowly works its way down her stomach, then in between her bikini bottom, his long agile fingers exploring her cunt lips, teasing her, stroking her, flicking her hard little clit.

He moves his mouth over to her other breast, rubbing it with the flat of his tongue while his fingers part the lips of her moist cunt, and he slowly, maddeningly, slides his finger in and out.

“Earth to Gloria.”

She started and whirled around.

Her coworker, Jared, grinned down at her, his pale green eyes, as always, flicking down to her breasts. “Didn’t mean to scare you. What were you doing? Daydreaming?”

She frowned. Jared was management’s latest golden boy and resident stooge. “What do you want, Jared?”

He smirked. “Mr. Paterson wanted me to check and see if you’re done with that spreadsheet he needs for his meeting.”

Gloria turned back to her computer. “Yes, I’m almost done.” Now, go away.

She felt him standing behind her, then he finally walked away. Her lips twisted. What a prick. Then she sighed. What was she going to do about her dance lessons?

Gloria got out of her car and stopped. Eduardo was pacing in front of the entrance to her condo. He looked amazing. She supposed not having seen him for two weeks made him look even sexier, but she didn’t think so. That man always looked good.

“Eduardo.”

He stopped pacing and looked over at her.

“What are you doing here?” she asked as she walked toward him.

“You left a message for me at the dance studio.”

Gloria laughed. “She actually gave it to you?”

Eduardo smiled as if sharing a secret joke. “Darla knows better than to play her little games with my messages.”

Lord, but when he smiled he was nothing short of make-you-want-to-shout-glory-hallelujah gorgeous. He hadn’t smiled much during their lessons. But he was smiling now and as Gloria looked up into his dark-chocolate eyes, she saw something she hadn’t seen before.

Appreciation. Warmth. Lust.

He moved closer until she was not only surrounded by the lush masculine scent of him but she could feel the warmth of his body radiating against hers.

“Do you wish to continue your lessons? Is that why you called?”

Gloria nodded mutely, as she was too preoccupied in looking at his finely sculpted lips to speak. She imagined his lips on her mouth, on her breasts, on her sex, nibbling, licking, sucking.

He wrapped an arm about her waist and pulled her gently but firmly against him.

“Good. Then we shall start from the beginning.”

He lowered his head and kissed her.

When he pulled away, Gloria looked up at him, almost too shocked to speak. “What…why…when?”

“I’ve wanted you from the first time I saw you, Gloria. But you were my student and I never mix business with pleasure. I was going to wait until we stopped our lessons to ask you out but then you quit.”

“But I quit because—”