Ten

THE INVITATION to Party with the Pros said ‘dress to impress.’ Lissa and I were back in our black attire as we entered The Pourhouse at ten p.m. The party was already in full swing. We weren’t slated to play Sunday until ten and eleven in the morning. We figured if we didn’t drink and left at midnight, we’d be in fine shape. It was still going to be a killer on me, though, to leave my singles match and walk right onto the court for doubles. But I wasn’t stressing out over the matches. All I was interested in was starting a new legend of the Ice Queen.

We started it on the dance floor. It was like going into a zone on the racquetball court. The music was right, my moves were right, my date was perfect. They played some jazzy swing music that seemed to match my heartbeat. Lissa moved, I was there to catch her, match her, and hold her. She spun away, her hand found mine to stop her momentum and bring her back. I moved toward her, she was in perfect synch, coming to me or bending back. We’d never been more connected.

And we just couldn’t stop.

The DJ kept the music flowing, sometimes moving to a bit slower beat and sometimes picking it up a little, but never being abrupt in his choices. There were a lot of people on the dance floor when we started. I was so lost in Lissa that I didn’t noticed the crowd thin. We weren’t being overtly sexual—not exactly—but we were both getting turned on. Every turn ended with our eyes locking back onto each other. It was like playing contact cutthroat. We were always in touch.

It fell apart when Lissa glanced away. I followed her eyes and saw that we were the only ones on the dance floor. We snapped back together, but our focus was broken. I just stopped cold with Lissa in my arms and kissed her, right there in the middle of the floor. Before our lips parted, I could hear the applause.

“And that, folks, was Open Mixed Doubles Champions Lissa Grant and Tony Ames. Tonight, they’re our Open Dance Champions,” the DJ said smoothly over the transition to an upbeat dubstep tune. Lissa and I stumbled off the dance floor. “Let’s get everybody back on the boards and get that couple a drink—maybe a fire hose,” the DJ continued.

My Team USA teammates were waiting for us as we headed toward the bar. Hannah and Randy handed us bottles of water. Joel, Eric, and Karla were all reaching out to touch us and congratulate us.

“And so ends the legend of the Ice Queen,” Randy said. “You two were seriously hot out there.”

“How long were people watching us?” I asked.

“All night,” Hannah said, “but they left you alone to dance for about fifteen minutes. It was beautiful.”

We all drank our water and decided it was late enough. We should get some sleep before the final matches tomorrow.

Sleep was the furthest thing from my mind. I barely had Lissa inside our room before I was stripping her dress from her perfect body. I kissed her while she started the shower. My shirt, jacket, and shoes were lying just inside the door with her dress. I got my last sock off before we were actually in the shower.

The water did nothing to dampen our fire. We joined together with me pinning Lissa against the wall, sliding in and out of her hot core. Lissa came immediately, wrapping one leg around my waist as I plunged into her. Only the physical exertion of holding her weight and doing most of the work kept me from coming just as fast.

We stepped out of the shower and didn’t bother to dry off, but dove into the middle of the bed on top of the spread. Lissa rolled me onto my back and mounted me again, rocking back and forth until I was past the point of no return. We slumped against each other while I held Lissa on top of me, still unable to convince my hips to slow down.

Making love with Lissa has always been a slow and gentle. We just mesh together, usually in the morning. But we’d been having foreplay on the dance floor for two hours and there was nothing slow and gentle about this coupling. It was raw and passionate, a side of Lissa I seldom saw, though I suspected Melody encountered it more frequently.

Lissa rolled off me and sucked me into her mouth, making sure my erection didn’t flag.

“The lube, lover,” she gasped. “I want you in my bottom.”

We always kept lube with us by the bed. Sometimes I would wake up to a gentle stroking hand job. Sometimes we would use a touch if I was held between her breasts. And once in a great while, Lissa would want more anal contact than just my finger playing with her. It didn’t take long before Lissa was on her back with legs pulled toward her shoulders as I slid slowly into her, pausing as she panted for breath and relaxed her muscles to allow me easier access.

“Thank you. Thank you. Oh, Tony, I love you.”

“I love you, Lissa. It feels so different this way. Is it okay?”

“You are the only man—the only person—I’ve ever given my ass to. Oh, Tony, it’s so special that this is something that I only ever share with you. You are my love. You possess me. I would die without you.”

I was overwhelmed with her emotion as much as with her muscles working on me. I let go and filled her. She wept as she came with me.

“I think we need that shower now, love.”

We didn’t sleep much. We lay in bed whispering. I couldn’t get over the passion my lover showed. Her hands never stopped moving across my body—no more than my hands on her. Our sentences were punctuated with kisses. I couldn’t get enough of the perfect, beautiful, former ice queen in my arms. I tasted her lips, her breasts, her pussy. We slowed down, feasting on each other like late-night dessert rather than a starving man’s first meal. I worshiped her clit with my tongue as my fingers found new places to explore deep in her vagina. I listened to her orgasms change from animal howls to tiny whimpers.

Even after we’d dozed off, I was awakened by her mouth on my mysteriously re-hardened cock. I thought I was too drained to come again, but Lissa convinced me otherwise as she drank from my fountain. We woke in the morning in a familiar position and once again moved together as I entered her from behind, gently squeezing her nipples and stealing sideways kisses over her shoulder.

When we finally stumbled into the shower, it was almost nine o’clock and my final singles match was at ten. We rushed through a cup of coffee and breakfast sandwich on the way to Target Center. I didn’t even stop at the locker room, but shoved my bag under the bench where Lissa sat to watch my match. I noticed that she was walking a little slowly and sat gingerly.