Dream Me Off My Feet (Sex, Love, And Rock & Roll)

by Kisner, Stevie

  “You need to eat. And to sleep. Those dark circles under your eyes won’t go away by staying awake all the time.”

  “Hey, now!” She slapped lightly at his arm. “I catch up when I have to. I recall planning an early evening last night. I was even asleep when someone knocked on my door, then kept me up half the night.”

  “Look, about that. I’m sorry. I was exhausted, and I wasn’t able to keep myself under control.” He looked away, pretending to stare at the bed next to her, but was instead stealing glances at her hands, thinking of the places on his body he wanted her to put them. I’m so glad she can’t hear what I’m thinking right now.

  “I could have said no. I didn’t. And I don’t have any excuse. And JT?” He dragged his eyes back to her face. “I’m not sorry. I’ve thought about it all day, and although I know we can’t let it happen again, I’m still not sorry.” Her voice dropped so low he almost didn’t hear what she said next. “I wanted you too much to be sorry about it.”

  His eyes widened and a hallelujah chorus broke out in his head. “Do you mean that?”

  “I don’t say what I don’t mean. I’m a horrible liar. Can’t even do little white lies.” Catching the growing heat in his gaze, she changed the subject quickly. “So, what’s for dinner, anyway? You didn’t tell me.”

  You. If I do this right. He smiled again, low wattage showing lots of even, white teeth. “It’s a surprise. It should be here any minute, and then you’ll find out.”

  “Just tell me it’s not seafood. I can’t abide the stuff.”

  “Nope, not seafood. You’ll like it. Trust me.”

  She cocked a brow and stared.

  A loud knock at the door spared her from answering. “And now you get to find out what I’ve got in store for you.”

  He went to the door, and returned with a cart laden with two covered plates, a dome-covered platter, empty glasses, and… a half-gallon of milk?

  “Milk, JT? Really? I expected something different.”

  “Hey, don’t knock it. It does a body good, right? You think I’m going to give you something without nutrition right now, you’re mad. No more passing out.”

  He lifted the covers from the plates to reveal beef shish-ka-bobs and rice. Instead of passing her a plate, he carefully removed all the meat and vegetables from both sticks, then picked up a morsel and brought it near her lips. “Okay, now, open up. It’s time for dinner.” His eyes glinted devilishly.

  “I can feed myself, JT,” she deadpanned.

  “No you can’t. I won’t let you. Besides, if you fed yourself, your face and the carpet would have stayed a respectable distance from one another. Now, open wide…” He grinned.

  She sighed, giving in and taking the bit of meat. But not without deliberately licking a drip of sauce from his thumb.

  His eyes widened slightly. Making it through the meal was going to be exquisite torture.

  Korina felt his excitement tickle at the edge of her awareness. She pushed it away while it was still weak. He’d be assaulting her soon enough, there would be no denying the emotional linebacker he was. She wanted to enjoy teasing him the old-fashioned way.

  “You were right. I do like this.” He held a morsel of red pepper before her lips. She ran her tongue up the length of his finger before taking the tidbit into her mouth.

  “Christ!” he muttered under his breath.

  “Just catching a drip,” she said, all round-eyed innocence.

  “Uh-huh,” he replied in a tone that said he didn’t believe her. He popped a chunk of meat into his mouth, then offered her another morsel. He nearly choked when she puckered her lips deeply over the tip of his finger.

  –Shit! She’s testing my willpower…

  Her gaze grew smoky and a tiny smile parted her lips as his mental outburst slammed into her mind. Why, yes, I am. I wonder how much longer he can hold out?

  She continued to tease him with her lips and tongue, and he continued to take it without comment. Each tidbit brought another of his passion-soaked thoughts coursing through her brain. And another throb pulsing behind his zipper. Soon, only the bed of rice remained on the plates.

  “Mmmm.” She leaned back and closed her eyes. “That was wonderful. I can’t ever remember enjoying a meal more.”

  –Neither can I. God damn, where I want those lips to be right now…

  He released a frustrated sigh. “But dinner’s not over yet,” he smiled, struggling a bit to stand with the tightness in his jeans. “There’s still dessert.”

  “Ooh, I am getting pampered.” She opened heated eyes to meet his. “What are we having?” She wanted to see how far she could push him.

  –You, a la mode….

  JT lifted the final domed cover to reveal a heaping bowl of whipped cream surrounded by enormous chocolate-dipped strawberries.

  “You know, I could remember to eat more often, if every meal was like this.”

  –If we pass every meal like this, you’ll be the main course more often than the food…

  “I’d like that,” she murmured.

  –Oh, fuck, I did it again….wonder how long this has been going on….

  “Long enough for me to know what I’d rather be doing with that whipped cream.” She was broadsided by his longing, momentarily unable to breathe.

  With a wicked smile, he picked up a strawberry and held it in his teeth, then slowly leaned down to offer it to her.

  –If you want it, come get it….

  Just as slowly, she met his mouth, lips closing over the ripe fruit. He pushed against the berry with his tongue, thrusting it gently into her mouth, only to pull it back again. She groaned, her own heat rising when he did it again. Frustrated, she bit the strawberry in two and broke away from his lips. A trickle of red juice ran from the corner of her mouth. JT caught it with the tip of his tongue.

  “You wench, you bit my strawberry,” he chided softly.

  “Couldn’t help myself, you tease.”

  “Me? A tease? I hardly think so.” He closed the distance between them to mere inches.

  Her response was dusky and low. “Then what would you call it?”

  “A promise,” he breathed, bringing his lips nearer hers.

  –No, don’t do it, JT….her decision…you have to come to me if you want me, love…

  She brushed her lips lightly over the corner of his mouth. “I do want you,” she murmured. “I shouldn’t, but I don’t care. Touch me.” She nipped at his lower lip. “Please.”

  –Oh, God, I’ve wanted to hear you say that….have you ask me….have you want me…

  His lips closed over hers, his tongue searching with a fierce desire. She was reeling with his yearning and her own. Her breath panted over his cheek; she reached out to pull him closer. More contact. More anything, as long as it was him.

  –Yes sweetheart….show me what you want….let me take you so high…

  Excruciatingly slow, he dragged his fingertips up her thighs, over her lean stomach, landing finally to gently cup her breasts. Testing the soft weight of them in his palms, prolonging the wait, not yet teasing at their sensitive points. She squirmed beneath his hands, desperate for his touch on the already-tight nipples.

  “Please, JT,” she whispered.

  –But I will please you, love…damn that throbbing!….need to taste you….feel your skin…want to drown in your eyes when I make you scream out my name…

  She didn’t wait for him to reach under her clothes. Before he quite registered what she was doing, her shirt and bra were tossed to the floor, leaving her exposed to his gaze.

  “I want to look at you. All of you.” He tugged at the fastenings of her jeans. “Take these off, love, please.”

  She helped him remove her pants, leaving nothing between her skin and his eyes but a silky black thong. He sat back and slowly drank her in, from her creamy calves, over her flat belly, to her rounded breasts, finally ending at her smoldering eyes.

  –They’re almost an electric turquoise when
she’s aroused….Caribbean blue….

  “You are so beautiful,” he breathed.

  –So beautiful…curves in just the perfect places….so lush and round…strong but soft….God damn! what you hide under those clothes….

  He bent his head, taking one of her rosy nipples into his mouth, soft suction pulling gently, rasping his tongue over the tight center. She moaned softly, tangling her fingers in his hair.

  –That’s it love…tell me how to please you….show me….I can wait all night to have you….

  He moved to tease her other peak, his gently nipping teeth making her writhe beneath him. He reached down to remove the final bit of cloth keeping them apart. His fingers found nothing but soft skin; she had already tugged off the shred of satin. His hand slid lower and found her slick and ready.

  –You’re so wet…I want to taste you….feel you pulse around me….make you scream out my name….

  His lips trailed fire over her skin, down to take the place of his hand at the core of her pleasure. His tongue slowly lapped up her moisture, carefully avoiding the firm nubbin pouting out from her center. She squirmed to get closer.

  –So sweet….so goddamn good….I’ve wanted to taste you for so long….too long….that’s it love, bring me deeper, show me that you need this from me… God how I want you….

  He pursed his lips softly over her clit at last; she screamed, hips bucking into his face. He placed a steadying hand on her thigh and began to stroke her languidly with the tip of his tongue.

  She moaned, her consciousness spinning away, leaving nothing but the awareness of his mouth and the feel of the long finger he slipped inside her, rubbing the other center of her pleasure.

  –Christ you feel good… that’s it baby squeeze so hard…I can feel you getting closer….God you make me want you even more….so responsive….so wet….so fucking good….the taste of you makes the throbbing worse…but it feels so damn good that way….can’t wait to bury my cock right here…take you off like a rocket again and again…

  He felt her clench around him one last time before she let go. He looked up as she screamed out his name and watched her shatter.

  –Open your eyes, love….please….damn…next time, then….my God…even wetter….and sweeter….oh, love, how I ache for you….

  JT nuzzled into the softness of her inner thigh, breathing deeply the heady musk of satisfied woman. His satisfied woman. At least, she was his for now. He couldn’t think about later; there was no tomorrow here. There was only now.

  The flesh under his cheek was still quivering; the sound of her languorous sighs played beautiful music to his soul.

  –Aaahh, I could just stay right here, with her leg as my pillow, and be a happy man…. except for being able to count my heartbeats by the pulsing in my cock….only I want to wait….show her all the heights I can take her to…..but I need to…

  He began slow, gentle kisses on the soft skin of her thigh; she whimpered, expecting another oral assault, unsure she could withstand it. She was about to squirm away when his lips began to travel, pausing on their upward journey to run a tender tongue over the flaring curve of her hipbone. To nip around her naval. She gasped, twisting her fingers in his hair. He eased back up her body as his mouth continued its slow trek over her skin.

  –You’re exquisite….so perfect underneath me….

  His name sighed across her lips.

  “Mmmm, yes love?”

  “I need to feel you…will you make love to me?” Her voice was scarcely above a whisper.

  “God yes, baby,” he groaned, driving his hips against her.

  “Then take your clothes off.” He abruptly stopped, smiling against her skin. “You’re still dressed, JT. Or hadn’t you noticed?”

  –I was so lost in wanting to please you that I didn’t even think of myself….what an idiot I am….

  With only momentary regret, he broke away from her to impatiently tug off his shirt and jeans. Korina was again struck by the sight of his full arousal as he freed it from his clothing. Damn, he’s so big, so hard, she thought with renewed amazement, and it’s all because of me. Wanting me, just some nobody. Not a hot groupie or a stacked video-babe. Although I shouldn’t discount that uncanny connection. I know just what he wants right when he wants it.

  JT straddled her hips, pressing against her, not ready to end the sweet torture of her warm flesh. The moment away from her body let him regain a small measure of his self-control, and he wanted to take advantage of it. He lowered his mouth to that sweet place on her neck and gently closed his teeth over her skin.

  She moaned something that sounded like his name.

  He felt his control slipping away again.

  –Aaahh God, who’d have thought that just skin could feel so good….taste so sweet…I want to lose myself in you….feel you around me….but then it would be over all too soon…. you’ve got me ready to….

  She thrust against him, a silent plea to come inside.

  –Oh, shit, sweetheart, don’t….I’m on a hair-trigger….

  Korina wrapped his long hair in her fingers, tugging gently upward.

  **Kiss me, JT…. I want to feel you inside me in every way… fill me.. tease me…but goddammit….all of you right now….

  As clear as his own thoughts, her heard her. He didn’t question why or how, but he knew it was not his imagination; her need filled him with an urgent longing unlike anything he’d ever experienced. He fought the insistent desire to plunge in headlong, instead teasing his way up her throat to her lips. His slow, tender kiss belied the raging fire she heard inside his head.

  –How did she do that….I want….oh, baby this is so…..fucking….hot…..so marvelous under me…inside my head…

  JT roughly pushed at her legs, unable to wait any longer to surround himself with her, and thrust fully inside.

  –Oh love, you’re so tight….so fucking beautiful….want to drive into you until I’m lost….

  Her feelings slammed into him in a heated rush.

  **So big….dammit, too big…..how can you fit….oh but it feels sooo goooood….

  He pulled away from her lips, eyes full of wonder. He knew she could pick up his thoughts, but this was something entirely new. A two-way connection. And she thought the most wonderful things. Too big, indeed.

  “JT?” she breathed, her eyes filled with questions.

  Obviously, he wasn’t picking up every thought, but the strongest ones broadcast like a lighthouse beacon.

  Instead of answering, he began to move slowly, savoring her sweet heat. She answered each drawn-out thrust, following his rhythm, whimpering at the tender torture.

  –More….want more…and to last….can’t have both….sweet lord…got to have her deeper…faster….damn…

  JT quickened his thrusts, and she responded with a fluttery moan and a roll of her hips, driving him deep inside as she clenched around him.

  **Yes, JT…just like that….you found that sweet spot….

  He felt her orgasm building around him, pushing him toward his own completion, and slammed his hips into hers, drawing more of her soft cries.

  –So good….so perfect…..God I’m gonna lose it…..oh shit so intense……can feel you pulse around me….goddamn….sweetheart I can’t wait…..have to…..NOW…..

  With concentrated effort, he kept his eyes open, watching her face as he plunged into her again and again, throbbing in his release as she unraveled beneath him with a scream.

  –Ah my sweet, so strong….so powerful….so beautiful you are….how can I ever stop with you….I could never stay away….you’re inside me now too….

  JT lowered himself gently, sliding to the side just a bit, and pulled her nearer to his heart.

  Ba-boom. Ba-boom. Ba-boom. His heartbeat thundered in her ear, pressed close against his chest. Her face tickled from the curled hairs under her cheek, but the sound of that beat was too comforting to shift away. She sighed with sheer contentment at this moment removed from time.

/>   From seemingly out of the blue, she remembered the last coherent thought she’d received from JT. ‘You’re inside me now too.’ Just what the hell did that mean? It wasn’t possible. Was it?

  Dear God, I hope not. I allowed myself just this one day plucked from my life. No marriage, no ties, no strings attached. After this, it was back to strictly business. Had to be. Mark and I have been through too much together to throw it away for a fantasy. A fulfilled wish. This, us, could never, would never, amount to anything. There’s no credence in words of passion. Even if they aren’t spoken.

  He wanted my fantasy creation, and I wanted to create my fantasy. Nothing more.

  He said ‘no more’ and I came after him like a bitch in heat. Well, ‘no more’ has to be no more, and this time I’ve got to mean it. This day officially ends at midnight. What time is it? Doesn’t matter, I guess. The day ends when we fall sleep.

  We? Do I want him to stay tonight? But then, do I really want to be alone after this? I’ll feel even sleazier if I send him away. Besides, I’m getting used to the feel of his arms around me. Not quite right, but not so wrong, now, either.

  She felt her mind begin to drift. So sleepy. She dozed, lost in the comfort of her thoughts and his arms.

  ****

  Well, JT, you got what you wanted. Sort of. Got her to beg. And give herself, even her mind, for a little while. Is that enough? Can it be?

  I’ve never experienced a oneness like this before. Any other sex, in retrospect, seems like masturbation with someone else in the room. This connection takes my breath away. How can I ever truly enjoy being with another woman after this?

  I know it wasn’t anything I did. It was all her and what she sent to me. Is this what it’s like for her? Whoa. No wonder she gave in so easily, time and again. What a heady rush those thoughts and feelings are. Almost overpowering. No game playing when that connection is made. Just the pure knowledge of what is real and true.

  He tightened his arms around her, suddenly filled with an irrational fear that she would disappear. She snuggled in closer to his body with a sigh. From the sound of her deep, even breathing, he surmised she was asleep. Such trust that showed, to fall asleep in his arms. And such a level of comfort. He felt humbled by her simple acts of faith. He reached back to grasp the edge of the bedspread the were laying on, and folded it over them as their blanket.