InstructionbySeduction

by Jessica Shin

  Scott slid his hands up the front of Leah’s body and began to tug at the buttons of her jacket. He loosened them, one by one, until Leah pushed away from the wall long enough to slide out of the garment. It fell to the floor and Leah couldn’t have cared less. She would make it the dry cleaner’s problem.

  Immediately Scott got to work on her blouse, pulling at the buttons almost absently as his mouth sought out her lips, her ears, her neck. Leah pushed herself back against the wall and flattened out, letting him finish off the buttons of her shirt. She was desperate to get it off. As it fell open and Scott laid his hand on the bare flesh of her stomach, Leah leaned her head back against the wall and exhaled long and slow. His touch was pure gold.

  “Touch me,” she whispered.

  Scott moved his hand slowly up Leah’s side, then over the fabric of her bra. Cautiously he slid his hand over her breast. Leah trembled and sighed.

  “Good God,” Scott said. “I’ve been dreaming about this for months.”

  It can make your dreams come true.

  “You’re not the only one,” Leah said. She pulled herself the rest of the way out of her shirt, shoved Scott’s jacket off onto the floor with hers, then immediately put her hands on Scott’s tie. Thanks to her escapades with Hale, removing Scott’s tie and unbuttoning his shirt was old hat but she tried to make it look like she hadn’t been doing it for months.

  As buttons slipped through her fingers she could see more and more of Scott’s chest. It was like opening a birthday present that you’ve been envisioning forever. As soon as there was enough bare flesh, Leah leaned in and kissed it, then licked it. Scott shuddered and she smiled.

  Leah continued down Scott’s shirt, unbuttoning and licking as she went. She pulled the tails of his shirt out of his pants and pushed his shirt off his shoulders. Beneath she found everything she’d been hoping for. Leah ran her fingers up and down Scott’s hairless chest, each brush of flesh making her greedy for more. She looked up to meet Scott’s eyes, certain her own were broadcasting her desire.

  Scott leaned down and captured Leah’s mouth, pushing her back up against the wall. The chaste kiss from by the river was forgotten. He searched and explored with his tongue with wild abandon.

  When Leah was able to break from the kiss, she gasped, “Bed.”

  Scott took Leah up in his arms, spinning her around in the direction of the bed. He carried her toward it, his footsteps moving urgently. Leah kicked off her high heels, which landed with a gentle thud on the carpet. As Scott laid her down on the covers Leah said, “Oh…um…you ah…”

  “Have something?” Scott asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Of course. After last night I wasn’t going to go anywhere without one.”

  Leah laughed. “Good. Because I didn’t come up for this conference…prepared.”

  “Good. I don’t want to think you’d be inviting just anyone back to your room.”

  Leah smiled, slow and sure.

  “No,” she said softly. “Not just anyone. Only one.”

  Scott returned her smile briefly and reached into his back pocket. He pulled out a condom and set it on the nightstand.

  “I only have one,” he said. “So we have to make it count.”

  “I intend to,” Leah said as desire filled her to the brink.

  Scott crawled on top of her and kissed her. His hands moved to her bra and Leah was grateful she’d chosen a front-clasp that day. Scott struggled with it for a moment then released it. As he pushed the bra away from her breasts, Leah trembled. His touch was soft across her breasts, gentle across her nipples.

  “Scott,” she breathed, then moaned as he lowered his mouth over one breast and took her nipple into his mouth.

  Leah cried out softly, the added stimulation fueling the fire. She pushed her pelvis up against whatever parts of Scott she could reach, desperate for him to scratch the itch he had created in her.

  “Beautiful,” Scott said, releasing her. “Perfect.”

  Leah melted against the bed. He could have her any way he wanted her and she would gladly consent. His hands moved up her skirt and she lifted herself up, anticipating his gentle touch in other areas of her body.

  “How do you take this off?” Scott asked.

  “You’ll have to move,” Leah said with a smile.

  “Damn. But okay.”

  Scott moved off Leah just long enough for her to reach behind her back and unhook and unzip the skirt. As soon as she pulled her hands back Scott began tugging on it, pulling it slowly down her nyloned legs. Leah wished she had something sexy like a garter belt on underneath but unfortunately her budget had only allowed for a few pairs of control-top L’Eggs.

  Scott didn’t seem to mind. He tossed her skirt to the floor and came back up over her, pulling down on the pantyhose, careful to leave her thong where it was. When the hosiery was in the same place as the skirt, Scott knelt between Leah’s legs and began kissing her thighs, moving up from her knees to her hips.

  He paused over the strings of her thong, kissing around them then inhaling deeply.

  “Oh God,” he breathed as he exhaled. “You make me crazy.”

  You haven’t seen anything yet, Leah thought, feeling the smirk on her lips once again. She sat up, took Scott by the shoulders and pushed him down to the bed.

  “My turn,” she said, tugging on his belt. She unbuckled it and dove immediately for the button, then the zipper. Scott lay and watched her, looking like he was certain he was in a dream, about to wake up. Leah tugged his pants off his body, just as he’d done with her skirt, and discarded them to the floor.

  “Nice boxers,” Leah said, noting the black silk.

  “Just for you,” Scott said with a grin.

  Leah crawled over the top of Scott feeling like a lioness ready to devour her prey. She leaned down and kissed his stomach, then his chest, then licked one of his nipples. Scott laughed but his shiver betrayed him. Leah did it again and he reached up to breasts, lightly squeezing one of her nipples.

  Leah giggled and gasped.

  “See,” Scott said. “Works both ways.”

  “I work a lot of ways.”

  Leah laid herself over Scott’s body, pressing bare skin to bare skin. He seemed to fit into her like a tailored suit, perfectly crafted just to fit her. Leah straddled him, pressing herself over his pelvis and straight up against his enormous erection.

  “Jesus,” Scott said, almost lifting himself off the bed. “You’re killing me.”

  “We can’t have that.”

  Leah moved off him and stood on her knees on the bed. She slid her hands slowly down her own body, hooking her fingers around the strings of her thong. Scott watched in desperate anticipation as she began to slide it down excruciatingly slowly. Leah smiled, watching Scott’s very visible reaction from under his boxer shorts.

  As she pushed her panties down her thighs she took in his every twitch, every sharp intake of breath. She thought of how she would never have had the nerve to do something like this before Hale’s lessons.

  Leah raised her knees and freed herself from the thong, thinking about how worthless she thought it was when she bought it. On the contrary, it had many good uses.

  Turning her attention to Scott’s boxers, Leah took a moment to glance up and give him a wicked grin. She moved in between his legs and took hold of them, then began to slowly lift and pull, freeing them from his body. Leah took a moment to admire the beautiful fullness of his shaft, then pulled the boxers off and cast them away.

  “What did you say to me earlier?” Leah asked. “Perfect?”

  Scott nodded.

  “Perfect,” Leah breathed with a smile, then quickly moved away to grab the condom from the nightstand. She tore it open, trying to remember exactly how to do it. One lesson from Hale, the enigmatic phantom, had not taught her. She stared at it for a minute, trying to figure out which end was up then said, “Um…some help please?”

  Scott laughed.

  “Not us
ed to doing that?”

  “No, it’s…been a while.”

  It’s true, she thought. It has been a while since I used one.

  “Good,” Scott said. “I’ll enjoy very much reminding you how it’s done.”

  Like Hale’s words from many nights, Scott’s comments were practically poetry. Leah couldn’t wait for him to show her how it was done. She almost came undone, the pressure ready to explode between her legs at the slightest touch. Scott reached up and took the condom from her. Leah watched him roll it down over his cock, amazed at how much she enjoyed watching him touch himself.

  Leah moved over Scott, straddling him, and took hold of his flesh. The heat of it coursed through her body before it ever touched her entrance. Leah looked up at Scott, who appeared heavy-lidded with desire, and lowered herself over him.

  Leah moaned and shuddered like she hadn’t been filled in years as she took Scott in. She cried out like it was painful but much to the contrary it rubbed her in all the right places all the way in. As their bodies met in full togetherness, Leah rested over him, just enjoying the way he filled her, completed her.

  “Scott,” Leah whispered. She smiled and ran her hands over his chest, then began lifting and lowering over him, feeling him slide in and out of her. Scott took hold of Leah’s hips and pulled her down over him hard, driving him deep within her. Leah cried out and tightened inside, bearing down on his erection.

  “Jesus, Leah,” Scott moaned. “You feel like a dream. Tell me you’re not a dream.”

  “I’m not that kind of dream,” she said, then squeezed him again.

  Leah moved over Scott, turning her hips and positioning herself until she could feel his stiffness pressing against her clit. She whimpered and shook as she stroked him, stroked herself. The desire coursing through her veins had settled into one tight ball within her, begging to be released.

  Leah cried out as loud as she dared with neighbors possibly next door as the orgasm shattered her body. It was not like it was with Hale. It was different. It was just as intense, just as mind-blowing, yet it was more fulfilling and satisfying than any she’d had with him. What was the difference?

  You know what the difference is, Leah could hear Hale’s voice say in her mind as she came down from the high. No, she denied. How can it possibly be? I barely know him.

  You know enough.

  Leah gazed down at Scott, who looked just as fulfilled as she felt.

  “You’re a vision when you come,” he said. “A picture of pure, natural ecstasy.”

  “Want to see it again?” she asked.

  “Very much. Again and again.”

  Leah smiled and began to move over Scott again, rubbing and writhing, pushing him against her and in her. She moved her body faster than she knew she could until the pulse shot through her once again, making her toss her head back and cry out in wordless pleasure.

  As she came down over Scott, holding herself over him with her arms straight out in front of her, she looked at him. Steeped in immeasurable gratification, her smile was lascivious. Scott grabbed her pelvis and pulled her against him then quickly rolled, pinning her underneath him.

  “We said we were going to make it count, right?” he asked.

  “Oh yes.”

  Scott thrust into Leah. She moaned and shuddered, stretching her arms out over her head. Scott leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth. She writhed beneath him, the sensations almost too much to bear. He sucked and nipped while gently moving in and out of her, massaging and caressing her channel with his cock.

  Scott took hold of Leah with both arms, holding her tightly and looking into her eyes while he made love to her. Leah watched, intoxicated by the intensity of his blue eyes. He pushed and pulled, thrusting into her first gently, then quickly, urgently. When he came, he closed his eyes and shook, gave a short cry of her name and released.

  Leah watched, enamored with the beautiful sight of his pleasure. What she had always missed with Hale she now finally got to receive with Scott—the pleasure of pleasuring someone else.

  Scott collapsed over her. She could feel his heartbeat against her chest and it felt like her own. She felt his labored breathing against her neck and it matched hers. The perfect union. Wholeness. Fullness. Completion, not just of a sexual act but of a true coupling.

  Epilogue

  Going Home

  It was the following spring. Late spring. And it was time.

  Leah parked her new Infiniti at the flea market and stepped out of it, the all-too-familiar Kansas wind greeting her. She’d gotten in late the night before from a speaking engagement in Arlington that Bill had set up for her—the third of many more to come. She’d left Scott in bed, not even waking him as she slipped out the door early. It was time and it had to be done.

  The heat had come early that year and it was getting warmer and warmer in the early mornings. Leah adjusted her sleeveless top in anticipation of the perspiration that promised to appear within moments. She briefly thought back to when she was too embarrassed to wear sleeveless tops, too embarrassed because of her arms. Kickboxing had taken care of that little problem, as it had done with many other trouble spots. She’d never be a svelte swimsuit model but that was perfectly fine. She was the best Leah she could be.

  Leah made her way toward the tables, knowing exactly where she needed to go, exactly what she needed to find. She reached into her purse, feeling the box pulsing there in her hand. It wanted to go home.

  Leah pulled her hand back out again, glancing down at the three-quarter-carat diamond engagement ring on her finger. She still smiled every time she looked at it, even after three months. More than just an expensive rock, it showed her everything she meant to Scott.

  The box compelled Leah forward. She wandered through the tables, weaving in and out of weak fireworks, plastic toys and antiques until she saw it. That was the table. The one. Home.

  The old Chinese man didn’t seem surprised to see Leah. He looked up at her and nodded a greeting.

  “Nihao,” he said.

  “Nihao,” Leah replied with a short bow. “I guess you knew I was coming.”

  “Yes,” he said. “Box wants new home.”

  “I guess it does.”

  Leah pulled the box out of her purse and held it out toward the old man. He reached up and took it from her. Even after the many months of contemplating returning it, it was hard to let go of the box. Hard to relinquish a little piece of wood that had done so much for her.

  “How does it work?” she asked. “How does it…does it…”

  “Make dream come true?”

  “Yes,” Leah said with a nod.

  “Don’t know. I no make box.”

  “But you sell it. Again and again…don’t you?”

  The old man nodded and smiled.

  “Did it…” Leah began, then paused. She contemplated for a moment then said, “Did it make your dreams come true?”

  “My dream very simple,” the old man said with a toothy grin. “Was easy for me.”

  “Is it different for everyone? I mean, did it work the same way for me as it did for you?”

  Leah was desperate to ask if the old man had someone come to him but she was afraid, almost as though she’d be letting the box’s secret out without its permission.

  “Look at you,” the old man said. “Look at me. Same or different?”

  Leah laughed and nodded.

  “Different,” she said.

  “There your answer. You happy?”

  “Unbelievably happy,” Leah said sincerely. “I didn’t know it was possible to be this happy.”

  “Then box do its job. Time for new owner.”

  Leah nodded.

  “Thank you,” she said. “It was a sacrifice. But the rewards are immeasurable.”

  The old man just nodded. Leah turned and walked away. She got a good distance away, then turned and looked back. A young man on crutches, missing half of one leg, stood over by the table. Leah couldn’t
tear her eyes away as he lifted up the box.

  “Take it,” Leah whispered under her breath. “It’ll make your dreams come true.”

  About Jessica Shin

  Jessica Shin finds writing fiction much more stimulating than her previous writing forte, corporate communications. She loves creating sexual tension with a forbidden romance and digging beyond the surface to find new and fresh personalities to make that tension combust. When not writing or dreaming up her next steamy, adventurous plot, Jessica can be found practicing her other passion-martial arts. Jessica currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia with her husband and three cats.

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  Electronic book publication January 2014

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