<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"> <em>~Marisol in the Great Room dancing with Marcus~</em><br/><br/>The moment they began to dance, Marisol became swept up by the way their bodies molded to one another. In her eyes, that's what a dance was all about; to see the way bodies moved and pressed against one another. Because for her...sex was a form of dancing. Writhing and moving bodies, arching back, shifting of feet and sensual caresses. It was her firm philosophy that if a man knew how to dominate on the dance floor, then he had no problem dominating in the bedroom.<br/><br/>And Marcus...had absolutely NO problems with either of them.<br/><br/>Yes, he told her that dancing wasn't one of his strong points but he quickly proved to her that just because he couldn't excel in it did <em>not</em> mean that he couldn't conquer it. As he took her around the room, Mari could actually feel her body growing hot, her nipples puckering from his simply touch and movement. It was all foreplay in her eyes...and he was playing her body like a well-tuned instrument. Her fingers tightened once or twice against his, letting him know that she was enjoying herself and he was doing a magnificent job. It was almost with regret that she heard the music begin to slow - signaling its end.<br/><br/>A soft gasp escaped her when he twirled her, a burst of soft laughter bubbling out as her continued to twirl her three times. At the dip, she felt breathless, cheeks flushed and eyes wild with desire and pleasure. When he pulled her back upright, she looked into his eyes and practically quivered when he kissed her cheek. "Oh I don't think I could take all the credit," Marisol flashed him a wide grin, unable to let go of his fingers for the moment. She squeezed them once more, lingering on their contact.<br/><br/>"I just think our bodies know how to move as one...perfect rhythm."</span>