This story was inspired at four in the morning after I decided to watch the dirty dancing movies back to back. I fell in love with the dancing, the music and how sensual everything was represented and most of all how part two was set in Cuba. The dress above is the dress Venice wears. And the song which goes so well.
"Time goes by, Life goes on and all I think of is why you're gone"-Dirty dancing.
Havana was alive. Past one in the morning and the city was starting to come alive. The air crackled with Cuban music, the sweat of cramped bodies dancing a mix of street, salsa and mamba.
Lighting was dim and smoke of cigars made the sight hazy. Raw desire and fire igniting tension danced through the atmosphere and dancers.The sight was electrifying.
5 years had passed and here Venice stood in the one of the many hidden gems of the city she could vividly remember. The summer spent here as an eighteen year old girl forever imprinted in her mind. The dancing ground of the club she was at was open.
Fairy lights twinkled above along with the starry night. The music was pounding and a small bar stood to the right sheltered from the night sky by a straw roof. The slight breeze sent enticing chills down her spine as the music started to course through her veins.
Closing her eyes she let the music whisk her away. Her body manoeuvred through the people with ease. Her hips twisted and shook to the tempo. Her hands moved fluently to the beat along with her legs. She danced. Passed man to man she danced with all. Heads sensually dipped as legs rose and wrapped around dancers. She was consumed once again by the spectacle that was Cuba.
And she was loving every part of it.
She would stop for a small drink every two or three dances before letting the rhythm and the movement of people take over her again. Her senses engulfed by the passion seeping out of her surroundings.
Xavier loved home.
Cuba was where he grew up after his father left his mother to return back to America.A man he had never seen disowning him from before birth. His skin was slightly tanned but he had got the features of his old man including his bright green eyes. It felt good to be back in Havana as the past few years had been the epitome of his career.
His work and passion for music and dance had him become one of the biggest names on Broadway and the film industry. And he owed it all to his first ever love who showed him the possibilities of life. She taught him what life was when he was nothing more than a hoodlum who worked night and day to try help support his madre and siblings. Shaking off his thoughts he made a beeline towards the bar.
The place had not changed since his teenage years. Just as loud and busy. Body dancing upon body in the most tantalizing of ways. Women were being turned and twisted against their man counterparts. Men's hands traced hips and the length of their bodies dipping in and out of curves. The sight was hypnotizing as people flaunted everything they had.
But what had caught his eye was the circle created in the middle.
Venice danced as the crowed had created a circle around her cheering her on. She flicked her hair. Rode her dress up slightly teasing the audience she had created for herself. Her actions met with jeers and whistles as people would join and leave. She danced around everyone close and within hands reach. Her dainty hands moved across shoulders, her body pushed up against them. She laughed carefree.
The sight in front of Xavier shocked him. The same languid movements. The same ease in which she let her body go and the long midnight black curls. He shook his head thinking he was seeing things, before she turned towards him and eyes opened to reveal the grey eyes that had haunted him for the past five years.
"Venice." His voice just above a whisper.
Time froze as did her movements. Green clashed with grey as after five years Venice came to see the only man to have captured her heart. He stood in the flesh, downing his drink in one go. After five years he had grown more handsome. Stronger, buffer and sexier. Almost unrecognizable if it hadn't been for the summer they had spent every waking second together.
There was no need for words to be spoken. The promise that their last night five years ago was not going to be their last clear and fresh in their memories. It lingered like an invisible line bringing them closer with each of his steps.They were both home.
Xavier did not hesitate nor falter in his steps towards her. In fact was determined. Raw hunger shone in their eyes. The years apart making the sweet reunion agonising.
Grabbing her by the waist he brought her flush against him. Bolts and sparks spread like wildfire through them.
The music flowed through his veins as he dipped her, her leg automatically wrapping around his waist. His hand trailed between the valley of her breasts while one held her securely around her bare back. Her heart was beating fast. Both breathless.
Bringing her up the meshed bodies danced together. There were elements of Cuban salsa and the tango. Turning her she twisted her body down as he brought her back up. His cold hands grazed her sides as she grinded upon him, before he wrapped them around her torso.
She splayed her hands through her hair as she slowly shook her head around. One hand ran down his left side while the other snaked around the back of his neck bringing his head closer. He left butterfly kisses down her neck. Their bodies moved in sync. A light coat of sweat covered their bodies.
"Come on," he whispered in her ear.
Venice realized in that moment how much he had lost his strong accent. Also how much deeper and just how much she longed to hear his voice again. Wordlessly she let him drag her into the Havana night.
They made it a block before he pushed her up against an alley way. His lips were bruising while they descended upon hers before she could recover from me being pushed against the wall. Yet she did not hesitate to respond. She pulled at his hair as he painfully squeezed her hips.
Breaking apart he grabbed her hand leading her through alleyway upon alleyway. They came upon a better part of town she did not recognize. One beautiful house stood in front of her. However she didn't get the chance to take it in.
Xavier wasted no time hauling her in through the gates of his house and up the stairs to his front door. He kissed her senseless as he managed to unlock the door. The only light cast by the moon and stars.
His shirt was the first to come off followed by the sound of Venice's dress zipper. It pooled to her feet. Letting her lips go of his captivity he took the chance to glance at her body. Her breasts had become larger fully filling her DD cups. Her curves prominent and her stomach still flat as ever. Her skin tanner then the last time. He silently watched the red blush crawl up her body.
His eyes darkened in desire as he continued to imprint the image of her panting waiting for him in his mind.
Venice's eyes followed down his hairless chest. His muscles bulked out. A sight for sore eyes. Putting them both out of their misery she initiated the contact once again. Kissing him she jumped wrapping her legs around him. Her body craving the only man that could satisfy her.
Xavier's hands automatically grabbed her butt pushing her against him making her release a breathy groan.The sound making his jeans feel tighter. With no care for her undergarments he tore them off. His lips started to travel down south. Open wet kisses being placed in the valley of her breasts as he played with her buds.Her hands pulled painfully yet deliciously on his hair.
They both knew they would not make it to his room.
Giving up Xavier sat on the stairs Venice straddling him.Her hands moved frantically while shaking, she unbuckled his trousers and yanked them down. He laughed into their kiss entering her in one swift movement.
Venice clenched around him. A hiss leaving her lips at the feeling of being stretched from the intrusion. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she accommodated him.
He sat as patiently as he could letting her move at her pace, letting her adjust to him. The wait becoming agonizing before she decided to move upon him. Movement started slow. She slowly grew a rhythm that became faster with passing seconds.A gasp, moan or hiss leaving her mouth as he groaned. Scratch upon scratch marred his tanned skin as hickeys were painted on hers.
As she moved up he plunged in deeper and harder. When she would come down clamping onto him he would move out. Movement was becoming frantic as they grasped onto whatever they could of each other. Tension of five years pouring out like a broken dam.
She rode him hard foreheads touching as they convulsed wrapped in each other.