Chapter Thirty-Four
The Lindy Hop
The dinner was great. I had not eaten since breakfast, and I was starving. Alejandro fixed my plate and brought it to me. Strict diet geared toward “it” tasting good. But he was sweet enough to feed me small bites from his plate. While we ate the ballroom was being converted from ceremony space into a party zone.
Julian called for the toast. I was excited to hear what he had come up with. Ian mentioned that he was struggling through it.
He tapped his fork on his glass. Pausing to guarantee he had everyone’s attention. “It was a fortunate day when Della came into our lives. I had hoped for a long time that Ali would find that one very special person that would fit into his extraordinary existence. Someone who he could share his passions for life with. He found that with Della, but we got so much more than we could ever expect. Della had the heart, mindset, and ability to embrace not only Alejandro's life, but our lives too. Now not everyone is very tolerant of us, but I have been blessed with Ali's true and unwavering friendship since childhood. But my dearest love Ian, he was not that lucky. Often mine and Ali's friendship was a reminder that he really did not have a true friend. Then he met our dearest Della and she suggested that they go shopping. It was all over right then and there, Ian had found his very best friend. Della, you are a blessing to us. You are a blessing to Ali. You are the extraordinary puzzle piece that fits just right into Ali's existence. We love you" subtly he wiped tears of joy from his eyes as he smiled lovingly at us.
That kicked off the toasting hour. Several people stood and toasted us. But Ale's favorite came from the twins. Nicholas started, “Ali, bro, YOU ROCK!” Marta added “Best brother-in-law ever!” We both laughed. As they danced around trying to be ultra-cool.
“I wonder what they are going to say when they see the cars you bought them. I think they may bow at your feet and proclaim you as their God.” Ali laughed at the image. “They just think they got plain old cars. They have no clue we got them cool cars.”
The reception began and I was already ready to run off with Ale. But I had to participate in the father/daughter dance. My feet were not ready.
They called for the dance. I met my Daddy on the dance floor, and he told me he was going to lead. I was shocked. Basic waltz, I could get through this. Hopefully without a broken foot.
I braced myself as the music began. And I was shocked, he did so good. I could hear him, “one-two-three, four-five-six.” And we glided along pretty good. “I asked Jill to make it a short song. I worked really hard to make you proud of me.” I leaned in and kissed his cheek; I have always been proud of you Daddy.” He smiled and we danced.
Thank God I had changed out of my wedding gown and into a dance dress. The next dance went to Old Walter. He walked up to me and claimed the next dance. He addressed the band, “You know the Lindy Hop?” I was in shock, he winked at me. “Make it slow then fast boys, this old man needs to warm up.” He put one arm around my waist and took my hand with the other. The horns sounded in that sultry swing beat, and I was taken over by the dance. That old man bore new life and proceeded to swing, spin, twirl, and step me all over that dance floor like he was a young man once more. It was delightful to see him in such a way.
When he was done, he gave me a small kiss on my cheek and told me next time we were going to do the Charleston. I leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek and thanked him for a delightful dance. On the edge of the dance floor stood Yolanda clapping and was delighted when her husband walked proudly off the floor to join her.
I danced with one person after another until it was time for the last dance. That one belonged to Ali. Our tango.
The music began, I let my hands glide from my breast to my hips as I glided with long strides across the room to meet my desire. I stopped just an inch away from him, met his eyes and got caught up in the moment. I placed my hand on his chest. He turned his head. I slowly reached up and caressed the side of his face with the back of my hand. He grabbed my hand from his face and sent me into a spin, then pulled me back in tight against his body. Then he rejected me. I took long slow steps circling him. I leaned in pressing my body close to his. I reached around and put my hand against his chest. He put his hand over mine and I moved away. He caught me and placed his arm around me then moved his other hand across my arm and clutched my hand.
Our eyes met and I melted as he pulled me closer. I mirrored his steps as he led me along like I was his to control. I spun away for him to capture me from behind. Hand pressed against my stomach he followed the curve slowly from my hip up the side of my waist, past my breast and up the inside of my arm and he clasped my hand again. I could feel his breath on my neck.
He led me again like he owned my body and my moves. He turned me around and I leaned in and stretched my leg around his. I relented to his touch, and he cast me aside. I walked away, but he chased. He lifted me against his body, and I slid down to the floor at his feet. He extended his hand down and I took it like a lifeline. He pulled me to my feet, and I leaned into his side. His hand slid down my hip to my thigh and he pulled my leg up to his hips. Then he released and embraced me.
I gave myself to his walking embrace, I surrendered to his control and let him take me into a passionate dance of desire. His every step was mine. The sexual spell had taken it hold on to us. He plunged us into a final embrace.
His lips met mine and I was filled with desire beyond imagination. He looked into my eyes and brought me up slowly. Then he picked me up and carried me off the dance floor, past the onlookers, out of the ballroom, out of the house to the car. We were both done with the festivities and ready to be alone.
Ali instructed the driver to drive 45 minutes in any direction and then return to the mansion. I sat in his lap, and he just held me. The day had been overwhelming for both of us and we were both over stimulated.
Small light kisses kept the passion rolling. Delicate caresses stoked the embers of desire. But we had to pace ourselves and get through the ascension ceremony. At this point it was hard to wait, and the dressing ceremony would make things even more difficult.
To break the sexual tension Ali started talking, “Where do you want to go for our honeymoon?” I could not think straight, “Our Bed.” “Come on Della, I will take you anywhere you want to go in the world. Where do you want to go?” He smiled at my reaction. I thought about it for a minute, “Somewhere warm with a beach. Maybe one of the Latin Islands. Somewhere we can dance.” He perked up, “Okay we will take the yacht and go island hopping.”
I started kissing him again. I was not in control; I did not want to be in control. I just wanted him. He was my drug, and I needed a fix.
“Ali, I missed you all day. Let's not be apart like that anymore.” I kissed him again and he submitted to me. Things started getting serious about the time my dress came off. Then we felt the car turn around.
Ali pushed me away, “Not in the car. Not our first time together.” He handed me my dress. I was completely frustrated, but I did agree. The next 45 minutes we sat and talked about which islands we should visit.
The car pulled back through the mansion gate. Ali called Julian to make sure that all of the non-members were already on their way. When we got the all clear we went back in to start the last of the ceremonies.
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