Silvertongue

by Sidney Wood

  Ulie pointed to a picture of Uncle Steve with permed hair. “Wow!” Miranda exclaimed. “Uncle Steve, Mom’s right!”

  There were more embarrassing photos and much more laughter as they reminisced and introduced Miranda to her extended family.

  All in all, they had a great first day. “Just one thing is missing,” thought Ulie. Taking her phone into the kitchen, she opened Messenger and found three new messages from Noah.

  The first message read, “I can’t stop thinking about you, my beautiful secret. Are you here yet? The sun is shining, so I’m going to say yes! Am I right?”

  Another followed. “Hey gorgeous, when can I see you?”

  His final message arrived just before Ulie checked her phone. “Sorry for the barrage of texts. I just wanted to add that I don’t have Luke for the next three days and nights, so I’m all yours if you get some free time. No rush, lover.”

  Beaming, Ulie typed, “We landed safely earlier today. I have missed you! Can you make some time tomorrow afternoon? My mom wants to take Miranda shopping in Anchorage so I will have a few hours to hang out if you’re still interested.” Send.

  Feeling daring, Ulie added, “Send me something sexy to tide me over.” Send.

  Ulie and Miranda stayed in the guestroom, Ulie’s old bedroom. It had been repainted, and none of Ulie’s things remained, but it still tickled her that Miranda got to sleep in the room she grew up in.

  Late that night, while Miranda snored, Ulie heard her phone buzz. Adjusting the screen brightness to its lowest setting, she opened the message.

  “For you, my beautiful secret: Your photo hit me a lot harder than I expected. Let me tell you where my mind took us after seeing your perfect body. (I still can’t get over how appetizing you look.) You’re sitting there, facing me… naked and open to my hungry eyes. Your hand is forward as if resting on my chest and you’re straddling me, enveloping my swollen member as you settle all the way down until I’m deeply buried inside you, slick with your wetness. I want to feel that, Ulie, the depths of you as we stare into each other’s eyes. I pull your arms forward, above my head so I can kiss you and feel your breasts crushed against my chest. Your hair falls over our faces, creating a shroud of privacy as our lips and tongues caress, tangling wildly with one another. Still holding your arms, I lift my hips up and down, rocking forward and back, bumping and gliding with you, interrupting the rhythm to torment you as we tease each other. Your heavy breath tells me that you’re overwhelmed, and I love it! I don’t let you rest, bumping, gliding, and rocking continuously with you. Rolling you over I hold your hands hostage above your head as I take you with greater control. I’m above you now, using my position to manipulate your body as I fill you up again and again. Nearing the tipping point, I kiss you long and hard, enjoying the pleasure and pain as you bite my lip. I release your arms and roll you again, placing a pillow under your pelvis. Now you’re on your stomach. Your perfect ass is tilted up toward me and I can’t wait. I lick, bite, and kiss your back as I enter you again. The cushion of your round bottom coupled with the curve of your back and your hurried breaths breaks my will completely. I can’t stop moving, thrusting slowly, yet as deeply as I can; we press into each other. I move down and into you as you push back and up against me. It’s perfection and I’m in heaven, groaning with every delicious slow-motion collision. But I don’t want to cum yet. I lay beside you, propped up with one arm, and pull your hips to me, curving around you like a spoon. I enter you a third time. You turn into me, giving me your mouth and neck to kiss and your breast to touch and tease. Your legs part slightly as my tongue enters your mouth and your hand steals mine away from your breast, driving it down between your thighs. Taking your lead now, I wet my finger with dew from your flower and rub your clit in double time rhythm to our love making. Steady, yet gently I rub, paying attention to your heartbeat, your breathing, and your voice. You begin to tense and quiver, gripping my wrist tightly, squeezing as a suppressed scream escapes your lips. Your toes curl, cheeks flush red, and your erect nipples jiggle with the convulsions you can no longer contain. One last thrust into you as your muscles squeeze my member in spastic hugs of ecstasy and I join you in full body enthrallment. There’s no room for words or breath, just writhing, silent buzzing, and spiritual intoxication. As the high wanes, I wrap my arms around you, content.”

  Breath quickened and pulse pounding in her ears, Ulie read and re-read the message before replying with a beating heart emoji. She wanted to write more, but it would have to wait. If she indulged her desires now, she’d never be able to sleep.

  “Tomorrow,” she thought. Ulie returned her phone to the nightstand and closed her eyes.

  ****

  Bright and early, Ulie crawled out of bed to claim a taste of aromatic coffee that wafted into her room. “Good morning, mom,” she said with a smile as she poured a cup.

  “Good morning,” her mother replied, giving Ulie’s shoulders a gentle squeeze from behind. “Is Miranda excited about our trip today?”

  “Mm-hm,” Ulie mumbled as she sipped the earthy brew. “She won’t shut up about it.”

  “Are you sure you don’t want to join us? Miranda might feel more comfortable if you’re there.”

  “Mom don’t be silly. Miranda adores spending time with you.” Ulie gave her mom a one-armed hug. “Besides, I have some errands to run and I want to catch up with an old friend who is also in town. “

  “Well, don’t wait up,” her mom said with a grin. “If it’s just the two of us, I’m going to spoil that girl!”

  “Nice, mom,” Ulie said with a grimace. “Okay, well same goes for you. If my friend can get free, we may be out late. I promise to call if it looks like I won’t make it home before Miranda’s bedtime. “

  Ulie’s mom smirked, nodding. “I remember being your age and wishing I could let loose occasionally. Enjoy it while you can, dear. I’ll watch her as much as you need me to.”

  Ulie gave her mother a peck on the cheek. “Thank you, Mom.”

  Time flew by, and before she knew it, Ulie stood on the porch as her daughter climbed into Grandma’s car for their fun day in town.

  Ulie returned Miranda’s wave, watching them pull out of the drive. Part of her wanted to go on the “Girls Day Out” with her mom and Miranda, but the vacation had just started. She had time. Her mind turned toward the day ahead and butterflies flittered in her stomach.

  The house lay eerily quiet as Ulie pounded up the stairs to her room. How many times had she run up those stairs as a girl? “God, I love this house!” she whispered. Ulie leapt onto the bed, phone in hand. Rapidly typing, she sent her lover a message. “I’m free! Come get me!” Send.

  A spike of panic stabbed through her, and she typed, “Wait! Give me an hour to get ready, and don’t you dare come early!” Send.

  “I’ll be there in five.”

  Ulie’s heart stopped.

  “Just kidding! I’ll see you in about an hour and a half, and um… don’t spend too much time on your hair (if you do that). You’ll have to wear a helmet.”

  “A helmet?” Ulie frowned. “You mean, like a motorcycle helmet?” Send.

  “I do. It’s a gorgeous day, and warmer than usual. But if you aren’t okay with that, I can pick you up in my truck.”

  Ulie puffed out her cheeks as she exhaled slowly, thinking about riding on the back of a motorcycle. She had recently read a Motorcycle Club romance and the corner of her mouth turned up in a smile at the thought of living out the main character’s fantasy.

  “Riding sounds like fun.” Send.

  Giggling, Ulie hopped off the bed and did a clumsy, hurrying and undressing while walking, stumbling to the bathroom dance. She managed to get her pants off without completely wiping out as she passed through the doorway.

  Cranking the shower all the way hot, Ulie paused to observe herself in the mirror. “What will he see?” she wondered. It had always been hard for Ulie to not be critical of herself, but Noah’s generosity with complim
ents, kindness, and thoughtfulness began to wear down her armor of disbelief. When she looked in the mirror, she saw a woman who could offer a lifetime of love and lovemaking. She saw maturity, intelligence, and someone who loved to have fun. Smiling at her reflection, Ulie gave a knowing nod. “Lady, you’re going to knock his socks off.”

  That blast of confidence washed right off in the shower, and even another pep-talk in the mirror as she fixed her hair and applied a dab of makeup didn’t help. Dressing in her best casual yet sexy skirt and matching jacket, Ulie went downstairs to wait. As the time for Noah to arrive drew nearer, Ulie’s heart began to race again. She fidgeted and paced, trying not to obsess over what could go wrong.

  “Relax Ulie, he’s just a guy,” she muttered under her breath. “Who am I kidding? He’s an amazing guy and I’m carrying a ton of baggage!” Falling backward onto her mother’s couch, Ulie held her head in her hands. “What am I doing?”

  Just then, Ulie heard the growl of an engine in the driveway.

  “He’s here!”

  Standing, Ulie carefully finger brushed her hair and patted down her clothes. “I can do this,” she affirmed. Grasping the doorknob, Ulie took a deep breath.

  Chapter Eleven

  “Damn, he’s handsome.” Ulie melted the instant she saw Noah’s smile.

  Dressed in jeans, boots, and a faded leather vest over a denim button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, Noah looked every bit the cowboy she imagined him to be, especially standing next to a slick, black and chrome Harley Davidson Sport Glide. She watched as he stripped leather gloves from his fingers and stuffed them in a black, half-shell helmet hanging from the handlebars. He stood taller than she expected; over six feet, with broad, muscular shoulders. His handsome face wore a thin layer of sexy scruff beneath bright hazel eyes. On his head, Noah wore a crown of perfectly messed, short wavy hair. Unable to stop smiling, Ulie walked down the steps to meet him.

  When they were still a step away from one another, Noah’s hand extended to take hers. He pulled her close, wrapping his brawny arms around her; a warm haven of comfort.

  Ulie stood on her tiptoes and leaned into him, hugging Noah back and inhaling the heady scent of leather and man. She hung her arms hung around his neck.

  “I hoped you would let me do that,” he said in a voice that made her knees weak. Smiling, their eyes met again. “And this…”

  She couldn’t look away, couldn’t move. The unashamed desire in his eyes held her frozen. Without meaning to, Ulie bit her lip. Instantly, his head began to dip toward hers and she inched higher on her toes.

  Ulie’s conscience protested feebly in the back of her mind. “You’re not supposed to do this.” But she didn’t stop or pull away. As Noah’s lips descended, promising to melt into hers, she welcomed it. She wanted it. This is what she had been dreaming of. “Yes,” she whispered, just before their lips touched.

  Noah’s mouth collided with hers in slow motion. Sweet, soft, and utterly intoxicating, his warm lips acted as a conduit, sending thrills through Ulie she had never known before. Her lips parted as flames ignited deep within her belly, and Noah’s tongue found hers, sliding effortlessly over and around it, fanning the flames even higher. Ulie’s knees nearly give and she smiled again, happier in that moment than she could recall.

  Noah’s hands slowly released her, sending Ulie into a panic as she wondered why he let go. “Please, don’t stop kissing me,” she begged silently. Warm fingers brushed her shoulders, touched the nape of her neck, and sent butterflies to her belly. Noah cupped Ulie’s cheeks in his palms as Ulie leaned into him, swooning.

  “I don’t want to stop, but we should go,” Noah said, his voice husky. He touched his forehead to hers, breathless. They seemed to be under the same spell.

  “We should,” Ulie agreed, yet making no move to let go. He wasn’t a fantasy after all. They were meeting for the first time since high school, yet they already knew each other. They were already lovers. Noah had held her and kissed her without needing to go through a stodgy acquaintance ritual.

  “You’re shaking,” he said. “Maybe you should wear something warmer. I don’t mind waiting if you want to change.”

  Ulie shook her head. “No, I’m fine. I’ll just hold on and lean in close. Trust me, I’m plenty warm inside.” She blushed but didn’t look away.

  Noah chuckled and swung his leg over the seat. He guided her onto the seat behind him. “It gets chilly on the road, but I’ll take it nice and slow.”

  “Thank you,” Ulie whispered. Her cheeks were hot.

  He pressed the ignition and the motor roared to life. “Is there anywhere you want to go? I don’t know how discrete we need to be, so I’m fine with hanging out at my place if town is not an option.” Noah handed Ulie a black half-helmet and fastened a larger one to his own head.

  Unable to suppress another smile and not trusting what might come out of her mouth, Ulie nodded as she snapped the loose end of the chin strap. “Let’s go to your place,” she said at last. Noah gunned the throttle, sending thrilling vibrations through her body. She wrapped her arms tightly around Noah.

  Noah sucked in air and blew it out, struggling to suppress a smile of his own. “I hoped you would say that.” He lost the battle with his smile, and they accelerated down the highway toward his house.

  Ulie trembled as cold wind sucked the heat from her bare legs and reached icy fingers down the neck of her jacket. She scooted closer to Noah, hugging him from behind to steal his warmth. To her delight, he removed one hand from the handlebars and held it over hers, the soft leather guarding her skin from the frigid air. Ulie pulled Noah’s hand down onto her bare leg and slid it up her thigh. Even gloved, feeling his hand on her exposed skin took her breath away. Ulie wanted to feel his touch more than anything. She shivered with excitement, wishing she could have his hands all to herself. Despite the chill, her silky-smooth skin became hot under the hem of her skirt. “Can he feel it?” Shamelessly, she wished he’d reach behind his back and touch her sweet spot, but she didn’t have the courage to move his hand again. She peered at Noah’s face, over his shoulder, wondering if he could read her thoughts.

  Eyes forward, he appeared to be focused on the road, yet he kept his hand fixed firmly on her leg, cupping her upper thigh. His leather-bound fingers caressed her skin, inching higher toward her rear. Clearly, he had more on his mind than driving.

  Ulie grinned, but decided against teasing him further, for safety’s sake. Ulie leaned close and placed her hands low around Noah’s waist, occasionally rubbing his thighs until they arrived at a brown, two-story house with a fenced in back yard.

  Parking in the driveway, Noah switched off the motor and tipped the bike onto its kickstand. “We’re here,” he announced. “Let me give you the tour.” Noah helped her off the bike and then swung one of his long legs over to join her.

  Her leg cooled where his hand had been, and she longed for his warmth. Wrapping his hand in both of hers, Ulie hugged it close and followed Noah into the house.

  “Wow, you have a great place!” she complimented. “I expected a man cave at best.”

  Chuckling, Noah replied, “You should see it when Luke is here.” He took her by the hand and walked Ulie through the house; ending the tour at the master bedroom. “And this is the least interesting room in the house,” he announced.

  Pushing past him, Ulie walked all the way in. “Oh?” she asked. “Why is that?” feigning ignorance.

  “Because nothing ever happens in here,” he said with a chuckle.

  “Hmmm,” she considered. “I recall a few interesting things happening in here, hot things. You shared them with me, remember?” She began walking around the bed, touching the covers lightly with her fingertips. “If I’m not mistaken, there were at least two photos and a steamy voice message. Oh, and wasn’t there a video? Yes,” she teased. “I definitely remember a video.” Ulie bit her lip, staring at Noah from the foot of his bed. The fire in her belly threatened to overwhelm h
er.

  She watched with hungry eyes as Noah closed the door and stalked toward her. He pressed his body against her, pinning Ulie to the bed at her back. His hands touched each side of her neck and jawline, lovingly holding her as he kissed her for the second time. Ulie began unbuttoning Noah’s shirt, her hands moving independently of any conscious thought. She kissed him eagerly, sampling his delectable lips and tongue. Noah’s mouth held a perfect blending of soft and firm, smooth and textured, warm and wet; he stunned her with sensual pleasure. Ulie moaned in anticipation of what came next. His kisses were just the beginning. Noah’s body promised to be a wonderland of intimate fulfillment and enjoyment.

  Pushing Noah’s shirt over his shoulders, Ulie leaned into him on her tiptoes, kissing his neck. She tugged at his t-shirt, lifting it to expose his flat stomach and wide planes of his pectoral muscles.

  Noah pulled the t-shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Before she could take over, he caught her hands and kissed her again, stealing her will. Noah’s hands quickly unbuttoned her shirt and unzipped her skirt. His hands lingered on the curve of her lower back, pressing gently to bring her closer. Ulie’s heart skipped, marveling at the heat his hands generated as he caressed the small dimples above her bottom. He took a slight step back and growled as he eyed her uncovered body.

  Ulie quivered with excitement, standing before him in only her bra and panties.

  Kissing her again, Noah closed the distance to snake his arms behind her back. He unclasped her bra with one hand, slid it off her, and leaned forward to lay Ulie down. Bosoms heaving, cheeks flushed a rosy pink, and her body trembling with the anticipation, Ulie descended to the cushiony bed wrapped in Noah’s brawny embrace. She moaned when his hot body pressed down on her, most of the weight resting on his powerful arms. Their lips met as his chest kissed her naked breasts. Ulie’s nipples were erect, sensitive to the heat and pressure of Noah’s body. Her heart raced; her cheeks hot.