Passionate Waltz

[ Chapter 3 ] [ Mature Content ]

Cassandra felt that he withdrew his hand from her narrow waist. Following closely, her other arm was pulled, allowing her body to move with him.

"Come gorgeous," Julian hooked a heart-melting smile and began to lead the dance. "Dance with me."

Cassandra could feel his hands roaming all over her voluptuous curves. Feeling how great it felt, in the end she decided to surrender herself to whatever passionate storm he pulled her into.

His hold on her tightened as he pulled her closer, her glorious breasts were now being pressed against his hard chest as they danced in slow, sensuous sways.

Cassandra hooked one of her arms around his neck, moving along him smoothly. By now, she got herself completely smitten and intoxicated by his extraordinary charm.

The feeling of his strong hands and intimate touch was searing around her and she felt herself burning, melting into him.

Looking at her straight in the eye, Julian whispered, "Say my name." His voice dropped low—that sexy kind of low that sent a glorious wave of vibration under her skin.

Her heart leaped out of her chest.

"Julian," Cassandra drawled out what sounded like shyness, earning her a stormy gaze from him.

Cassandra could only bite her lip when she felt his ardent gaze had awakened something within her, like a stone being thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.

She then couldn't help but tilt her head back when his warm hand trailed along her spine, touching her back with so much sensuality and it felt so intensely arousing.

Julian took one of her hands in his calloused hand, twirling around before tucking it against his well-chiseled frame.

Tempted, she couldn't stop herself from roaming her right hand over his well-fitted suit, feeling the taut, hard muscles beneath.

Julian trailed his other hand over her naked back slowly, ever so sensuously, his fingers caressed her spine up to her nape, and she titled her head again, closing her eyes slightly, feeling the trickling melody on her bones and his melting touch all over her.

His hands continued to work wonder on her, roaming on the delicate part of her neck, down to her collarbone, caressing her skin smoothly, which now flushed in the shade of red.

However, just when she thought their dance was about to get more sexual, he withdrew his hands off her. In the next second, Cassandra gasped as she found herself dancing and swaying with him in quicker steps.

"We're just getting started," Julian smiled dashingly and right after that, a series of actions executed one after another.

Cassandra could feel his hands exerting various techniques on her body. Following a few taps on her thighs, their tempo slowly quickened, increasing the range of their movements.

Coincidentally, the accompaniment music sped up as well. The original waltz started bringing the feeling of tango.

Cassandra could see the hanging crystal chandeliers spin rapidly. Her body moved along the indulgence of his hands.

Catering to different trajectories, as long as she extended her body naturally, she could follow his various actions that she didn't think were possible.

The dance moves of their couple got completely different with the ones of the people around, especially when they performed certain complex actions occasionally.

Just like a professional figure of dancing, combining high speed spins with perfect coordination.

Cassandra felt that her waist was hugged by one of his arms from time to time, making her float in the air for a short moment repeatedly.

In fact, since he began serious on his dance, Cassandra felt like somehow she felt like she was becoming a professional dancer. Julian brought the best of her in their dance.

Cassandra continued to dance with him smoothly, just following his lead and she's amazed at how marvelous he's at dancing.

He's too perfect at this, too sexy, the way he touched her, the way he led her, the timing of his every movement was all perfectly in time with the rhythm.

Every of his movement was precised and full of class, and coupled with the slight hint of arrogance that was probably drilled into him from birth, he got her completely dominated.

Many pairs of eyes were amazed at the waltz performance put up by Julian and Cassandra which felt exciting and relaxing.

Having been visiting western countries, some of the people present could easily recognize the strong western style, variety and essence brought up by their performance.

Cassandra's black gown which was made of silk appeared particularly tight at this moment. For quite a few times, she's really worried that her dress was going to break.

Her spinning gown looked just like a blooming black lotus. Following the glorious dance moves, her firm and white calves were revealed occasionally.

A lot of young ladies or even married women stared at Cassandra with jealousy burning in their eyes. They wished they were her, dancing passionately and being embraced by such a finest man.

Miranda, who's still drinking liquor with her other besties all got dumbfounded. They knew Cassandra wasn't that good at dancing, but how could she become such a dance Goddess they had no idea.

Julian and Cassandra were so immersed in their own world as they danced for about more than quarter an hour.

And when the music changed, Julian finally stopped their dance when he saw Cassandra was already out of her breath and people started to cheer for them.

Listening to the cheers around and feeling their amazed eyes, Cassandra's pinkish cheeks slowly reddened as she blushed further, her breathing was being taken short and deep.

It's her first time immersing this deeply into dancing, she lied on his hard rock body like a soft cotton repeatedly during the dance.

But what made her face flush crimson and hot was during the dance she could feel something hard and hot being pressed against her lower abdomen repeatedly.

Cassandra was now flushing so hard in the shade of bright red, knowing what they were up to, what awaited her.

Cassandra looked up into him whose eyes were stormy and passionate, leaning over him she breathed a sensuous whisper,

"Take me upstairs."

It's her invitation.

They barely even made it through inside the elevator before Julian leaned down to capture her glossy, rose-colored lips and she moaned.

His lips were hot and demanding on hers, prying her mouth open so his tongue can invade her wet inside.

Cassandra moaned into his hot kiss. Goddess, she didn't know kisses alone could make her tingling and wet.

She crossed her wrists behind his neck and leaned into his hard body that completely engulfed her slim build.

As his succulent lips pressed demanding on her, he slid his hand to hold the back of her head and wrapped his other arm around her slim waist.

His kiss electrocuting her nerves, hotness and desire flooded through her body.

Cassandra wondered how many women he had kissed to have such a searing kissing expertise, any woman would have melted and probably orgasm by his kiss alone.

At this rate her womanly desire took over her as if she was being possessed by her own lust, Cassandra pressed herself against him and hooking her leg around his.

In truth, she herself was a very experienced woman.

Cassandra arched her back slightly, pushing her enormous breasts against his hard chest.

Their tongues danced against each other as their kiss grew more passionate.

His mouth tastes mild and wild, he's like aphrodisiac of erotic delight, she's driven insane into him by the passing minutes.

Everything about him was raw sexiness.

Cassandra couldn't help but moan softly into their kiss as his hand slid down to her curvaceous bottom and gave a squeeze on her bountiful buttock through her tight dress.

She's now standing on the tip of her toes, not wanting to break the kiss, but she ended up wrenching her mouth away from his when her lungs' demands became too much

His mouth didn't leave her skin though, only pressing hot, wet kisses along her jawline and down to her swan neck.

Cassandra leaned back slightly, supported by his arm around her slim waist, she clutched her hand on his hair.

Her breath was being taken short and raggedly, her eyes were cloudy with desire, her body was getting hot and she's aching for his touch.

"Mmhh—aaah."

Cassandra moaned as she felt his sensuous bites upon her neck. He's sucking and biting on her sensitive skin, leaving a couple of faint love bites along her lustrous skin.

Her moan only further enticed him, he pressed her hard until she had her back pressed against the wall.

Running down his hand, Julian grabbed and lifted one of her legs to his hip, pressing his hardness against her softness.

In this position, she could clearly feel his long, thick maleness pressing against her bottom stomach. She could already feel how impressive his well endowed asset was.

Tingling warmth rushed through her core and her skin prickled with the pleasure he was giving her.

Cassandra was now full of fire, her moistened bottom lips were desperate and she's aching, she longed for the feel of warmth inside her.

She took his head by clutching his hair and directed her lips on his once more, they kissed hard, full of passion, both were breathless.

Reaching down his hand, Julian slipped his hand inside her gown, roaming his hand on sensitive skin beneath.

Cassandra gasped as she clung to his neck, almost desperate.

One had to know that she's in no way an easy woman. If it's any other man she would have already slapped him hard and kicked him out for just touching her hand inappropriately, yet here she's feeling so great and wanton from being touched down there.

Cassandra had never been touched by man other than her late husband. Fucking hell, she even had already forgotten the feeling of being touched, how great the feeling of being a woman.

Regardless, she couldn't lie to herself, the feeling of his every touch was sweet damn insanely great, she needed him, desperately.

Even amidst of their intense entanglement, her mind was still completely conscious, she knew well what she's doing.

She had never been an easy woman, he's even the second man her lips had contacted with. But she didn't know why, any of her reasoning crumbled the moment he touched her, like a storm, he swept away the last string of her restraint.

She knew it would be one time thing and no strings attached. So why not, she could enjoy this incredibly handsome and sexy young man for the night and need not feel guilty in the morning.

"I wanted you the second I set my eyes on you," Julian breathed as he touched her wetness, pressing his middle finger through her lacy panties, spreading her slit.

"You're simply gorgeous." He growled, "You have that in spades and a sexy body I couldn't wait to worship."

Her eyes closed, squirming, her knees went weak instantly and she fell back against the wall.

And when she opened her eyes, she could only chew her lip in flush when she saw him retracting his hand, bringing up before bringing his hand to his parting lips, inserting his middle finger in the process.

Sweet Fuckness.

The way he licked was too much for her, the visual of his finger hanging loose between his sinful lips, tasting her wetness on his finger, and wet tongue flicking was purely erotic.

"You taste sweet," Julian smirked, absolutely filthy and lust was dripping from it.

Cassandra screamed inwardly and melted, thinking that she's really about to get laid by such a finest man. She's tingling and already so wet with that thought alone.