Plié (Wicked Moves, #1)

by A.H. Cunningham

his other hand on my hip in a bruising hold. I would cherish the bruises tomorrow; they’d be a reminder of such extraordinary orgasms. I felt lightheaded as Knox jerked inside of me, and liquid warmth filled me as he repeated my name over and over.

"Yes, you know I am." My heart leapt in my chest, and nervous energy gave me the urge to go punch some shit.

My home was a sanctuary for Trin and me, and I didn't let anything or anyone disturb that.

"What you mean, seeing each other? I see her too, every week." Trin stared at me as if I was making zero sense, and for a second there, I agreed with her.

"Huh, what changed?" "The weight of your booty on my dick, probably." "What?" she spluttered, her cough melding into laughter. "Here we are, having a real conversation, and you come out of left field with that."

"Like I’m everything you ever wished for," she said, taking a deep breath to calm herself. "That's an understatement, Baby Doll,"

I rubbed my thumb over her hard clitoris as I smothered myself between her tits, inhaling her sweet scent, coming up for air to watch her eyes flutter closed when it got too good for her.

her parted legs the best welcoming committee for my needy dick.

I needed her to come first, though. I needed to feel her gripping me so tight I forgot all my worries and all of hers.

I relaxed my arms on each side of her, wanting to erase any space between us. When her flesh cradled mine from the top of my chest to the tip of my toes, I realized we were no longer fucking. We were making love.

The connection between us stretched and lengthened as it tangled us together. I felt the ties pushing me further into her until I felt a flutter, then a full pulse around my dick and so much wetness.

Without delay, trembles started in my legs as I jetted out in her in long strokes. My brain glitched, and my entire body shivered as the best orgasm of my life happened with the woman I was falling inevitably in love with.

I realized I wanted it so bad. I hadn’t let myself think too much ahead—I knew I wanted to be with him, but I hadn’t tried to frame or define it in my mind. But this morning had me rethinking what I wanted from him. I wanted it all.

The aroma of turkey, stuffing, greens, and bacon greeted us the moment my dad opened the door for us.

Stuffing or dressing? There’s a difference.

“Listen, I’m looking for this to be for the long run. As long as your granddaughter lets me love her, I’ll do it with my whole heart.”

I stayed true to my promise, returning to her in less than thirty minutes. She opened the door in a long silk robe, her hair down, her face free of makeup. I could feel her excitement, and my dominant side clawed inside me.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous. I love you all ways, but this way, I love you best.” Aisha’s eyes widened, and I froze for a second, then embraced what I said.

“You know I had to tell your grandma first? She teased it out of me, but yes, I love you, Aisha. I don’t know when it happened, and I know we still are very new, but I trust my gut, and my gut tells me you and I were meant to go from annoying the shit out of each other to driving each other wild with lust...

kept my promise, not slowing my pace until I felt her telltale flutter, her orgasm milking my own. I felt my legs tingle, then go numb as I emptied myself inside her, cum and heart all hers.

“I love you, Baby Doll.” “And I love you, Sir.”

“But I’m your girlfriend, you can confide in me without… Oh no, right, you’re not my man. We’re just shooting the shit.” I laughed, the sound turning to dust in my mouth.

“When I met William, and he started courting me—” “Was that 1896?” I said, wanting to break the air of contemplation that permeated my car.

“Now I have to convince Aisha I’m serious about us.” “I’m sure you’ll find a way. You’re bullheaded if nothing else.” She smiled and pressed a kiss on my cheek.

You are the only person that has made me relook at the world with a different lens. I’m back at Nar-Anon Family meetings, I’m doing the work. I want you to know that I’ll respect your boundaries, but I won’t stop reminding you that we’re meant to be together. I’m sorry for not making that absolutely clear to you in the past. I’m going to do better. I’d been receiving these handwritten notes for the past week. They came my way via Trinity, his parents, Sal, Mila—even Devon had handed me one this morning.

He’d sent me new nipple clamps with our initials engraved; a g-spot massager with a note that said, I can’t wait to try this one on you; a bouquet of daffodils, delphiniums, freesias, and marigolds that had me rushing to google their meaning; a beautiful pair of diamond earrings; a deep brown leotard and tights with another note that read, for the next time you dance for me; and the one that had me ready to break my silence and call him—an empty velvet box that seemed perfect for storing a collar.

“For you? Yes, he’s right for you. He challenges you, dotes on you, and gets that you have a need to give and don’t do a good job at replenishing. And you know me and men.” Sal shrugged, then went back to her laptop as if she hadn’t just rocked my world with her swift assessment.

“Have a good day, Roxane, you’ve been nothing but the bearer of good news.” I looked down at Sal, who winked. Great. “Oh and, that anonymous email you sent me? We traced it to your account, thebaddestdancerbitch@gmail.com, right? And I can tie it directly to you and your business through the IP you used, which matches your home. If you fuck with me and mine again, I will take this information and sue you for blackmailing and defamation. Do you understand?”

Fullness and calmness surrounded us as we showed each other how needy we were for each other’s touch.

“Nah, don’t be shy now, Baby Doll, I don’t mind a little seasoning on my dinner,”

Pride and awe surged in me at all the moving pieces she’d kept together as she continued to build upon her legacy.

“You’re doing so good, Baby Doll. You’ve had me hard this whole day watching you give orders and direct everyone. You’re a gift I never thought I deserved.”

She was barely pausing between statements anymore, both of us lost in the feel of each other. Aisha had started to meet my thrusts, her ass jiggling, our bodies slapping against each other. The scent of us together made my mouth water, and I gripped her hips to ground myself. My chest was tight, and my spine tingled with the myriad of emotions threatening to make me lose myself inside Aisha.

I ground my dick into Aisha, our hips mimicking the African dancing she taught as we let our bodies speak their own language. Making love. This was making love, music, laughter together. This was making memories, tenderness, and care together.

“It Takes Two” by Rob Base blared on the speakers, and all the attendees whooped and clapped as the guys got into a circle and the freestyling started. I couldn’t stop laughing at the goofiness that ensued; the boys showed up, from the Dougie to the Biz Markie. Mila, Sal, and I all beamed from the wings as they rocked the stage.

He hadn’t wanted me to see what he was going to freestyle, and I knew it would be worth the suspense. When my cheeks couldn’t spread any wider, the rest of the guys brought out these signs that I’d missed during all the hubbub.