Initiate and Ignite

by Nevea Lane

  “Will you be my anchor?” He asked as his lips descended on hers again, this time, the light kisses were gone. His tongue plundered her mouth as if he was on a mission to capture every single one of her breaths and inhale it as his own. Over her mouth, his tongue raked against her lips, his teeth nipping the corners, his hands roaming over her bare back. Every motion whipped up a frenzy of lust that made her feel faint. He broke the kiss, and she had to take in big gulps of air.

  “Anchor me, Celine. Be the calm in the midst of the noise.”

  He continued his kisses down her neck. She knew this could be dangerous, but it was as exciting as it was dangerous. Celine wanted more than anything to be that anchor, but she couldn’t risk his own well-being.

  “Do you understand what you are doing, Xerxes?” she murmured. She hoped to God he hadn’t ‘checked out’ and he wasn’t doing this in delirium. The kisses he rained on her throat, tonguing and licking her collarbone made her suffer from her own delirium.

  “I’m establishing you as my anchor. You are passion in the midst of a compassionless war. You make me feel when I’m having trouble feeling anything.”

  Well, at least he knew what an anchor was and he was using it correctly. Celine found it hard to think after that because he brought his hands to rest underneath the curve of her breasts. He gave a hard squeeze and she gasped. He recaptured her lips and began to explore her mouth once more.

  This time she kissed him back with as much ferocity as he showed. Her arms circled his neck and her fingers intertwined in his dark hair. She loved the feeling of the soft follicles on her finger tips and relished running her hands through Xerxes hair and down his cheek. His grunt of passion as he pulled her body closer to his let her know he was definitely in this moment.

  Her body molded to his as if they shared the same skin. The dance wasn’t forgotten. They swayed while kissing and pushing clothes off of each other. Their swaying brought them to the foot of the stairwell, and it was then Celine realized that Xerxes was a very powerful soldier. It must have been him who’d coordinated their steps so that her back was facing the steps. Her heel hit the foot of the stair, and the feel of the carpet on her skin made her open her eyes. Xerxes opened his eyes and looked at her deeply, longingly, burningly and passionately. His eyes told her all she needed to know: unspeakable pleasure ahead.

  “Sit on the steps.” Xerxes voice had always been deep to her ears, but even his tone had dropped an octave. The spoken command made his chest rumble, and she could feel the quake against her breasts. Her already erect nipples became even more pronounced as she sat in the middle of the stairs. The feeling of the cool sheer fabric against her sensitive nipples only aggravated her desire. By the time Xerxes sank to his knees, she was already breathing heavily. Almost on their own volition, her legs opened and Xerxes immediately dropped his head to her thighs.

  He kept eye contact with her as he hiked up the hem of her skirt and grabbed one of her legs and put it over his shoulder so her ankle rested in the middle of his back. Only when his head dipped did Xerxes’ powerful eyes leave hers. Without preamble, his mouth was on her mound. No teasing, just straight for the prize, and Celine loved it. His mouth engulfed her labia, sucking the outer lips in and then releasing and licking them as if he was trying to soothe the ache he put there.

  Her back arched off the steps and she reached for Xerxes’ hair because she needed something real in her hands to keep her mind on this planet. His tongue wickedly danced over her clit, making her back arch even more. Xerxes took his time, lazily licking every fold, as if he was indulging in a meal. His wet tongue slid over her entrance, slurping up all the juices that poured out. An orgasm ripped through her unexpectedly, causing her to buck and grind her pelvis into Xerxes’ waiting mouth.

  As her breathing returned to normal, and the lights behind her eyelids began to fade, Celine managed to open one of her eyes in time to see him pull the hem of his shirt out of his jeans and up toward his head. Her eyes roamed over his abdominal muscles as they rippled in conjunction with the rest of his body. As the shirt disappeared, it was breathtaking to finally see the full front of him. His thick muscles looked so tight she salivated at the thought of licking every single line and contour of his skin. Watching was not good enough as she began to slide the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders. Her breasts happily bounced out of the sheer material and she sighed in relief as the cool air touched her skin. The sight of Xerxes licking his bottom lip made her bite her own lip and run a hand over her sensitive breast.

  Xerxes stood and quickly divested himself of his pants and socks. His body was glorious as she watched his sure movements. He pulled the rest of her dress down her long legs, somehow managing to stroke her skin with gentle fingertips as he did so. It excited her to reach up and put her hands on his chest. Their eyes made the briefest of contact as their hands did all the talking they needed. Fingertips roamed skin as they stroked the lust that resided in the space between their bodies.

  Without a word between them, instinctively they reached for the other’s most sensitive spots. Celine curled her long fingers around Xerxes thickly veined cock. It pulsed in her grasp as she stroked it. A pearl-sized drop of precum formed at the tip of his bronzed cock head. She grazed her thumb over the tip, lubricating his head as she swirled the digit over his smooth skin. His hiss of pleasure made her stomach flip once more.

  Meanwhile, Xerxes’ strong hand roamed over her pussy until his middle finger found her wet entrance. With one smooth glide, his finger was embedded inside, stroking her and teasing her g-spot with gentle pressure. Again Celine’s body began to climb to its physical peak.

  “Xerxes, oh my, please!”

  “Over and over again, Mademoiselle.” Xerxes chuckled as he massaged her g-spot once more. Xerxes deep voice sounded even more erotic when he laughed. Her stomach clenched at the sound and her pussy walls fluttered. She squeezed his cock, rubbing his thick manhood until his pelvis began to thrust back and forth. In a split second, Xerxes chuckle turned into a growl. His hand left her entrance, but Celine had no time to mourn the loss of his thick finger in her wet sheath.

  Grabbing her by her calves, Xerxes corralled himself with her legs, his jutting cock aligned perfectly with her throbbing entrance. It was empowering to hold his cock steady and to slide its tip over her swollen clit and up and down the clefts of her pussy lips. She positioned his cock head directly in front of her entrance and looked up to his face and his eyes met hers. Without a fumble and without breaking eye contact, he pushed forward and lodged his full length within her in one stroke. The tip of his cock lodged deep, making her walls pulse from being stretched. Celine gasped, consumed by the feeling of being so full and amazed at Xerxes agility. As the throbbing subsided, Celine began to rock her hips, relishing in the feeling of being so completely possessed.

  Slowly, as he held himself up on his bulging forearms, Xerxes moved his hard length in and out of her. The sounds of his thick rod moving inside of her wet channel filled the air, along with their ragged and husky breathing. Everything else ceased to exist as Celine stared down at where their bodies joined. His beautiful cock pulsed with each stroke and each glide, filling her so wide and so deep, it was hard for her to catch her breath. Again and again, Xerxes pulled his cock all the way out only to plunge it deep. It was a symphony of pleasure and insanity as he pushed himself into her.

  The sensual pace began to unravel as Celine ran her hands over Xerxes chest, down his waist until her fingers clutched into the taut muscles of his toned ass. Then they both lost all control. Languid strokes were forgotten as they both began to buck into each other’s bodies, their skin colliding and their moans increasing.

  Xerxes bent his head and engulfed her lips in a fierce kiss that spoke tales of lust and passion. His tongue dove into her mouth, only to be met by her own thrusting tongue. It wasn’t a fight for dominance; their kissing was finding anchors in each other’s lips. The intensity of pleasure mounted, as their mout
hs parried, their pace became frenzied.

  He finally broke the kiss and stared down at her. His pace didn’t slow but his eyes held her pinned. He slid his hands underneath her buttocks and grabbed hold. Pulling her into every stroke, Celine felt her stomach uncoil as Xerxes dominated her clenching pussy with his cock.

  “Now, Xerxes, please, give it to me, now.” Celine grabbed onto both of Xerxes’ forearms and pushed herself into every one of his thrusts. Over and over again, their pelvises met and she felt another piece of her orgasm uncoiling. Finally, her pussy gave one last strong flutter before the flood gates of her orgasm flowed over Xerxes’ cock. She watched in amazement as Xerxes pushed himself deep within her, and felt the intensity of his pulsing cock once more as she felt his release filling her. He held perfectly still as their orgasms subsided.

  Gathering her up into his arms, their bodies still joined and her legs wrapped around his toned torso, he carried her up the stairs.

  Looking down at her, he only muttered one word.

  “Shower?” Celine couldn’t be bothered to speak as she lifted her arm and pointed. He didn’t have a moment’s hesitation as he walked them through her bedroom and into her standup shower. Pressing her body against the wall, Xerxes kissed her long and deep. Celine’s hand fumbled against the wall as she looked for the shower handle. A warm spray of water poured over them as they kissed and petted each other with light strokes.

  After a while, Xerxes disconnected them from each other and let his head rest against the tiled wall. Celine wrapped her arms about his waist. She didn’t want to analyze anything. She just wanted to feel what she felt at that moment. Pressing herself against his wet body, she just held on.

  “Be my anchor, Celine.” Xerxes whispered as he bent his head and nuzzled her ear. Celine smiled.

  “As long as you be mine, Xerxes.”

  WHISPERING IN TIME, NEVEA

  Thank you for reading the second tale in the Naughty Nibbles series.

  A Lesson in Trust (the first nibble)

  Nevea Lane

  Nevea Lane currently resides in the Midwest, where she lives the life of a hermit. Her life has taken her on many travels and adventures, including: the tops of the Swiss Alps, le Metro of Paris, the busy street of Adams Morgan in Washington, D.C., and the quiet mystery of the Silver Lake mountain ranges of the Treasure State (Montana). She has called herself a geographic mutt, and believes that your home is where your heart takes you for the moment. Right now, her heart has led her to the rolling plains of Minnesota, where she’ll remain until her characters have decided to stop chatting, or the muse leaves to pester someone else. She has received many marriage proposals, but has not yet decided to make that leap. She is looking for more than just a spark, she is looking for a forest fire...until she finds it, let her entertain you.

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