Dancing Queen

Chapter 11

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Benny sighed for the umpteenth time as he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel at the umpteenth intersection that was making him lose precious seconds to reach her house. He stared at the blue car he had to give way to, which was turning with a slowness never seen before.

He jumped as he felt a small laugh come to his right and then a hand on his thigh.

"Relax, Benny" she told him, looking first at the car in front of them and then out the window.

Benny looked at her and then sighed, shaking his head and moving on.

When they parked, Frida took his hand and they quickly went up the stairs to her house. She felt like a tingling throughout her body, even though an inner battle was going on between her brain and her heart, all seasoned with a healthy dose of anxiety. But when she stopped at the door to look for her keys and felt him rest his chin on her shoulder, his other hand free to caress her side, to all that mix was also added a wonderful warmth in her stomach and a smile on her lips that never left.

When they stumbled through the front door, he pushed the door shut and turned her around, hugging her, leaving a trail of kisses down her neck, up to her ear.

"Benny" she gasped, squeezing his jacket at his shoulder blades. He slid a leg between hers, making her skip a beat. She tightened her grip on him and pushed him against the wall with her.

He mapped her ribcage over and over and then slid his hands up her back, desperately searching for anything that held her dress on.

She pressed her hips against his, trying to relieve some pressure and making them both moan.

"How the hell do I take this dress off?" he murmured against her lips, deeming it unthinkable to let go of her.

She didn't answer him, but she pushed harder against him, arching her back as his hand descended to cup one of her breast. She moaned as he began to play with her breasts on top of the fabric and her body temperature was getting too hot to stop there.

She slid her hand down his body, yanking hard on the buttons of his shirt, popping a couple. Then her nimble fingers stopped on his stomach and she ran her nails over them, feeling him physically gasp.

"Frida!" he murmured and lowered his lips to her neck and then to her chest, feeling her heartbeat, her breathing. He descended even further between the valley of her breasts and his lips fell in love with her left breast, sucking and kissing it relentlessly, shifting the fabric of her dress as much as he could.

She held her breath and then slid her hands over his face, pulling him towards her and seizing the moment to remove his jacket and shirt, throwing them to the ground. She made a mental note to scold him later when she felt him chuckling against her neck, sure her impatience amused him.

She searched for his lips as she allowed his hands to slide freely along her body, relishing the feel of his bare back, strong arms and broad chest. She was especially fascinated by the feeling of his muscles tensing and relaxing as her hands passed over them.

She ran her nails up his back again when she felt his hand slide down her leg, lifting her dress and pulling it against his side, so he could sink deeper into her, both being able to feel their physical excitement.

Benny's hand grew bolder and slid further up to her buttock, kneading her firm, strong muscles, taking the opportunity of her holding her breath to kiss her deeper.

"Where is the bedroom?" he managed to murmur against her ear.

"I... I can't take... Let's stay here" she breathed out, squeezing a hand through his hair "Just stay here".