Free A Slow-Burning Dance by Ravenna Tate

I will stop.”
    “Okay.”
She tensed, but the only sensation was a warm, wet finger gently slipping into
her asshole. Sela let out a long sigh as she grew used to the fullness and
relaxed her muscles. It felt heavenly, and that wasn’t something she’d
expected. Damien moved his finger in and out, stretching the walls, and then he
withdrew it and inserted two fingers.
    He’d
also put more oil on them because everything was wet now, but she didn’t mind.
That he was taking such care touched her heart, and she had to blink back
tears. She’d never been the kind of girl who dreamed about her perfect man, but
if she’d had to describe him, Damien came as close as possible to the one she
would have conjured up.
    “Are
you ready, Sela?”
    “Yes.”
    He
kissed her lower back again, and then she heard him put on a condom.
    “Don’t
tense your muscles, niña . Just try to
relax. I promise I won’t hurt you.”
    How
could she do anything but melt into him at the sound of such soft, smooth
words? He teased the opening to her ass with his sheathed dick, and then
slowly, gently, slid it inside. He took his time, letting her get used to the
fullness, whispering endearments in Spanish the entire time. Her pussy
contracted, which was an unexpected boon. By the time he got his entire cock
inside her ass, Sela shook her head back and forth as the orgasm began.
    When
he caressed her clit, her climax exploded in a dizzying display of flashing
lights behind her closed eyelids. She could do nothing but grasp the edge of
the counter and hang on for dear life. Damien groaned loudly and fucked her ass
slowly, but his entire dick was inside her with each thrust. She felt no pain,
only the most exquisite pleasure imaginable. This was definitely a first.
Ass-fucked next to the breakfast dishes.
    “ Sela , please tell me you like this.”
    “It’s
incredible.”
    “You
feel so damn good!”
    It
didn’t take long for him to come, and once he did, he took off the condom and
eased her to the floor to hold her tightly. The tiles felt blessedly cool
against her sweat-covered body. They’d both need a shower now, and she
whispered that to him.
    He
nuzzled her neck and chuckled softly. “What a perfectly wicked idea.”
    As
Damien helped her stand, he took her hand to lead her upstairs. Sela wondered
how she’d have the energy later to give two dance lessons, but suddenly it
didn’t matter. She only wanted to be with this seductive, passionate man.
     

Chapter
Eight
     
    Damien
found it difficult to concentrate on work the following week. His mind wandered
to the erotic weekend he’d spent with Sela, and each time it did, his dick grew
rock hard and he relived every exquisite moment.
    After
the kitchen experience Saturday morning, they’d showered, and then he’d made
love to her again on the bathroom floor this time. The woman wasn’t squeamish
about trying anything new, and she had an adventurous streak he’d longed to
find in a woman all his adult life.
    Before
her lessons, as he’d promised to do, he’d shown her his collection of antique
musical instruments. She had tears in her eyes as he described where each one
had been found on the surface, and how he’d lost most of the collection he used
to have when the floods came, because he hadn’t had time to move it
underground. All of them had lost so much, and it touched him that she
understood how much things that were only luxury items to most people had meant
to him.
    He’d
met her at the new mall after her dance lessons because it was a short walk
from the gym, and she’d been delighted with the progress on the corner suite.
Damien had phoned Ernest and Tomás the week before,
and asked them to hurry up on that suite if possible, using the excuse that having
the corner done would attract others to the project because of the visual
appeal.
    Tomás
was fine with the plan, but Ernest had tried to give him shit, saying Bart
Tabor, the building inspector, wasn’t the kind of