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Eli guided her through the steps with masculine grace. The waltz was simply enough. He led her and gently corrected her through the more complicated gavotte and tried to lead her along with imaginary partners through the dizzying quadrilles. Eli was gentle and patient but firm. He didn't hesitate to correct a misstep.
Devonny collapsed into the settee nearly three hours later. "If I don't have it now, Eli, I'm having trouble mustering up the enthusiasm to care." She leaned her head back, allowing her eyes to drift closed with a sigh.
Eli eased down beside her, leaned back and considered her silently, draping an arm over the back of the settee. She had taken off her cap and unbound her hair, dark curls spilling over her shoulders and framing her lovely face. His gaze traced her profile from her brow to the thick ebony fringe of lashes against her cheeks. Her nose was perfectly straight above full pink lips and a delicate chin.
He reached out without thinking and grasped a ringlet of curls between his fingers, marveling at its softness and the way it curled around his fingertip.
His gaze roved unbidden to her beasts as she breathed deeply. She had unbuttoned the high neck of her gown during their lesson and he could glimpse the smooth swell of her breasts above the lace of her shift.
Heat inflamed his loins, his breaches suddenly feeling far too tight. He stifled discomfited groan into a cough and swallowed hard, jerking his gaze back to her face when she turned her sweet smile on him.
"Thank you, Eli," she murmured. "You're always too good to me."
Eli returned the smile and released the lock of her hair from his grasp. "Anything for you, love."
Devonny grinned and stood. "Shall we move the furniture back?"
Eli waved his hand dismissively. "I've got it. You go ahead."
She beamed at him. "Goodnight, Eli."
Eli watched her go, admiring the swish of her skirts. He rubbed a hand of the days growth of stubble at his jaw, smiling vaguely. Whether she performed the steps perfectly or not, it was of little consequence. She was like a beam of sunlight breaking through the clouds on an overcast day. Any man would see it, damn the dance steps.
- COMMENTS
Comentarista82over 8 years ago...conversation is so perfect and playful about the dance. Gabriel's encounter with her was steamy. Poor girl and poor Gabriel!
AMHJ89over 10 years agoI love the closeness between the two, Elijah and Devonny. It's one of those weird brother sister relationships been friends where at random times one or both realize they are vaguely attracted to the other
Anonymousabout 13 years agoGlad you're back and congratulations on your new life. Praying for your happiness. I enjoyed your stories and wanted to thank you for writing this. This is one of my favorite stories on Literotica.
And both Eli and Gabe sound heavenly. swoons!
Scorpmoon
Anonymousabout 13 years agoBlack folks had already entered the ranks of the aristocracy in England by this time. Google Queen Charlotte. She is Queen Elizabeth's greeeeeeaaaaat grandmother - and is a bw. The Portuguese royal family had a black branch to it, and she came from that family.
http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/pages/frontline/shows/secret/famous/royalfamily.html
Great Story :)
