by Diana Nixon
“Same here.” She smiled back, sliding her palm down my chest.
I didn’t know what she was thinking, but one thing I knew for sure – no matter how many times we set and change the rules, nothing would ever be the same between us after this.
“Are you still starving?” I asked, taking a step back.
“I surely am.”
“Good. ‘Cause I don’t want the hours I spent cooking to be wasted. I kind of hoped to impress you.”
“You’ve already succeeded.”
“To be honest, I never doubted myself.”
I don’t know how we managed to finish our dinner without tearing the clothes off of each other, but I could swear her thoughts were far away from food or wine, or anything decent. We didn’t talk much, and every time I noticed her licking her lips, or biting them, trying to suppress another smile, I wanted nothing but to take her right there, on the table that was standing between us. She would be the most delicious dessert ever…
“Stop it,” she said after a while.
“Stop what?” I asked, sipping my wine.
“You are watching me so closely, trying to understand what I’m thinking, but I guess we both know what will happen the moment we leave this kitchen.”
“We can stay here, if you want. And there’s no need to rush things, if you don’t want to. We can talk, watch a movie, listen to some good music, dance.”
“Do you have a guitar here?”
“I always have one with me, why?”
“Play for me.”
For a second, I thought I hadn’t heard her correctly.
“Didn’t you ever play for your… friends?”
No, I never played for anyone. I didn’t have a band, I only wrote songs for someone else, and sometimes, I sang them myself, but never had I played for anyone, especially for a girl. Somehow, it always felt too personal and intimate.
But tonight… Well, maybe it was the first time ever that I wanted to play for someone. I don’t know why, but I wanted to hear Jillian’s opinion. And as well as with cooking, I wanted her to like my songs.
“Okay, take my wine.” I rose to my feet and went to the living room to get my guitar. Jill followed me.
She sat on the couch, with her legs tucked under herself, watching me silently. I was a little nervous, and maybe it was not the best time to admit it, but I also wanted Jill to see the other side of me.
I sat next to her, with the guitar in my hands and started playing one of my favourite songs.
“I wrote it a couple of years ago, when I was staying in Montana.”
“What were you doing there?”
“Travelling.”
“Sing to me.”
This time, I didn’t hesitate even for a second. I actually wanted to sing, I always loved singing. Unlike anything else, it always made me feel alive and complete.
“You disappear in the shadows,
Leaving my heart bleeding from the poisoned arrows…
Losing my mind and losing my soul,
I’m losing you and I’m losing control…
Come and save me from my endless night;
My sweet curse, you’re worth the fight…
Come and save me from my loneliness, my prison;
To love you, I don’t need an excuse, I don’t need a reason…
Stay with me for a moment or two,
Whatever you want me to do, I will do…
Whatever you want me to say, I will say
If only you let me love you, if only you stay…
Come and save me from my endless night;
My sweet curse, you’re worth the fight…
Come and save me from my loneliness, my prison;
To love you, I don’t need an excuse, I don’t need a reason…
Wherever you go, take me with you
Without you I’ll die, if only you knew
How fast this heart of mine is beating
The dream of you disappears, in the twilight fleeting…
I kept playing the melody, afraid to look at the girl by my side. Not even sex had ever felt as connecting as this very moment of singing. When the song was over, I put the guitar aside and turned back to Jillian.
She was still sitting there, watching me with a look in her eyes that I couldn’t even begin to read. She wasn’t laughing or talking, and I couldn’t stop wondering about the thoughts running through her head.
I was afraid to ask for her opinion, I was afraid to even move.
What if she hated it? Did I mess it up? I thought it was good.
The next moment, she stood up, put her glass of wine on the coffee table and came back to where I was sitting.
Silently, she sat on my lap with her legs wrapped around my hips and kissed me slowly, tenderly, as if she were afraid I would push her away.
Wrapping my arms around her, I let her lead in the kiss. I didn’t want to stop or ask any questions. I simply wanted to get lost in the moment, in the scent her skin, filling my nostrils, in the feeling of her heart beating against my chest, in the touch of her lips kissing mine, in the feeling of her sex pressed so hard against mine.
My eyes were closed, and I didn’t want to open them, relishing every small thing her moves and touches were awakening in me. Was I thrilled with the idea of whatever she was doing ending up in one of our beds? Hell, yes! Was I ready for that? More than ever. Was I ready to deal with whatever was about to happen after we both got what we wanted? I didn’t know the answer to that question and frankly, right now, I didn’t give a damn.
Chapter 6
Jillian
Honestly, I had no idea what I was doing…
I didn’t know why I was doing it¸ or what I would think and feel when it was all over. But right now and there, I hardly cared. I was so taken by the moment; I don’t think I had ever been as thrilled about something that both Oliver and I knew was going to happen next.
I broke the kiss unwillingly, afraid to look into his eyes. It was actually the first time I was a little ashamed of being myself. There was no point in denying the obvious — I wanted Oliver. No, scratch that, I was obsessed about getting all hot and wet with him.
He put one finger under my chin, saying, “For the record, I’m not going to let you out of my embrace, any time soon.” He looked at me through dark eyelashes and I almost growled at the intensity of the desire filling his honey gaze.
“My bed or yours?” I asked.
“I’m a selfish bastard, you know? I love playing on my own territory.”
I smirked. “That’s a given.” Without thinking, I leaned in, brushing his lips with mine again. I seemed to be totally unable to stop kissing him.
I didn’t notice the moment we crossed the threshold of his bedroom. My shirt was gone in no time, leaving my nakedness exposed to his searching eyes. I heard the sound of his exhale; he shook his head slightly, closing his eyes for a second, as if trying to shake off some thoughts, or maybe doubts? Not that I doubted his need, but for a moment, I thought he wasn’t quite ready to be that close to me.
His eyes searched mine, drinking in every line of my face, my neck, my breast.
“Ce que tu es belle – You are so beautiful.” The words were said in a whisper, but I could still see the depth hidden behind them. The depth that I wasn’t sure if I could handle…
Too much thinking, I said to myself. I reached up, cupping the back of his neck. “Say it,” I breathed into his parted lips.
“Say what?”
“You know what.”
It took him no longer than a few seconds to realize what I was talking about.
“Je te veux – I want you.”
“Je suis toute à toi – I’m all yours.”
And then it was he who pushed forward, crashing his lips on mine, our tongues mingled. I reached for the zipper of his jeans and pushed them down, together with his boxers, trailing small kisses all the way down his sexy chest. In any other situation, I would never do what I did next, but with Olive
r, I wanted to go wild, I wanted to lose myself in him and feel him losing himself in me.
My lips stopped right over his hardened cock, I looked up at him and felt heat pulsing inside of me and running through my veins like fire, filling every small part of my body and mind.
Wrapping my fingers around his arousal, I ran my tongue over its tip, enjoying that pleasurable moan escaping his throat.
“God, lady, you are driving me crazy.”
I didn’t respond to that. Instead, I pushed my lips down, taking him fully in my mouth.
“Lord, you can’t even imagine how amazing it looks from up here.” His palm slid into my hair, pulling it slightly. “I shall admit it, I imagined you doing this… many times.”
I laughed unintentionally. “Really?” I asked, standing up. My lips replaced with my palm, I kept stroking his cock lightly, dying to feel it entering me.
“Damn, yes.”
“What else did you imagine doing with me?”
“Shall I tell you or show you?”
“Whichever you like most.”
He smiled, wrapping one arm around my waist. “I don’t like talking much.”
“No, really? And here I thought you never knew how to shut up.”
“It’s only when I don’t have anything better to do.” He pushed me to the bed, hovering over me. “You sure you can handle this?”
I looked down to where my hand was touching him just a moment ago. “I surely want to find out. Are you sure you can handle this?” I asked mildly mocking him.
“You naughty little thing, you are not just a teaser, Jillian, your every word is a challenge. And you know what?” He stopped, sliding his palm down my belly and all the way to the waistband of my thong. “I’m more than ready to show you just how much I love taking on new challenges.”
My palms slid up his chest, feeling the solid strength of muscles under his skin. Every inch of him was tensed, and it made two of us. It wasn’t my first time with a man of course, but somehow it felt like it was.
Settling his hips in between my open legs, he leaned closer and placed a small kiss on my neck, then sliding his lips all the way down to my breast. I could feel his hardened cock pressed meaningfully against my clit. Without a warning, he sucked one of my nipples deep into his mouth; damn, it was simply impossible to stay calm and quiet. Arching my back to give him a better access to whatever he wanted to kiss and touch, I closed my eyes, diving into the waves of pleasure running through me. Never in my life had a man’s touch felt so fucking exciting. I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted him to claim every inch of me as his, and I didn’t really care if it was too early to let thoughts like that take control over my rational thinking. Hell, how on earth could I think about anything but those knowing lips of his, working their way down my belly, with his fingers still teasing my nipple, stroking and pinching it lightly, just enough to make it painful, but in a pleasurable way.
With his other hand, he moved my thong to the side to run his finger down the line from my clit and to the entrance of my sex. Then he looked up at me, licking his lips with the tip of his tongue. He did that to tell me what he was about to do next. Did he think I would stop him? No freaking way. I spread my legs wider, answering his unspoken question.
He smiled slightly, groaning; the sound was so low and hoarse. “Always reading between the lines. Even if they are not said aloud.” It was physically impossible to stand his teasing tone.
I reached down and stroked my clit with one finger, watching his eyebrows rise in surprise. “How often have you been thinking about me, doing this?” He asked, his eye shifting between my face and my hand.
“Just once,” I said without hesitation. I didn’t even realize it was all about him, until I heard him asking that question.
“Who would have thought-”
“What about you?” I asked, feeling his grip on my hip tighten. “Would you ever touch yourself, imaging me doing the very same thing?”
He swallowed hard. “I didn’t know you could read my mind.”
“When?”
“When what?” He asked, still staring hungrily at my finger drawing small circles around my clit.
“When was the last time you were masturbating while thinking about me?”
“This morning.”
So I thought…
“Show me what you were thinking while doing that.”
He growled quietly, bending down and turning his head to suck on my inner thigh. God, I was going to lose my mind with his lips all over me. First, I felt him sucking me gently; my blood pounding in my ears from the excitement. Then I felt his tongue running up and down me, and then his lips covered my clit, circling it, over and over again.
My head fell back, body arching for more.
“Don’t stop,” I said, afraid it would all just vanish, like a dream in the morning.
He laughed quietly, the soft sound vibrating against my skin.
“I told you – no half-stops. Besides, I can’t wait to see you coming.”
And you don’t even know how close I am…
Adding his fingers to whatever his lips were doing to me, he slid them inside me, making the sweet torture even harder to resist.
Moaning, I managed to say, “If I knew you were that good at playing, I would have asked you to play with me a while ago.”
He only responded with another laugh, pushing his knowing fingers deeper inside me and sucking me even harder, if that was even possible. I felt like I was about to fall apart at any second, and I so didn’t want whatever he was doing to end.
“Stop,” I said, almost pleading.
“What?”
“I want you to be inside me now.”
He shook his head a little. “I’m so worked up, I’m not sure I can be gentle with you now.”
“I don’t give a damn about gentleness. I want you, now, hard and deep and wild.”
“Uh, why didn’t you just say that back in the kitchen? I was dying to fuck you right there. Bend you down and just fuck you hard against the damn table, paying you back for all the teasing and playing with me.”
“Do it now, please.”
He hesitated for a moment, now looking down at me with the eyes that I couldn’t read. I didn’t know what he was thinking, but deep down inside, I didn’t want to know. All I could think about now, was how much I wanted to feel the rush of pleasure that I knew he and I both were dying to feel.
Cupping my face in his palms, he kissed me deeply, taking all the thoughts that were left in my head away. Then he reached for his bedside table and took a pack of condoms, tearing one of them open with his teeth, then quickly rolled it down his arousal.
I couldn’t help but smirk. “You could have set an Olympic record for being the quickest to find, open, and put on a condom. You must be very excited, Mr. Altier.”
“Just wait until I show you what else I can do just as well, Miss Murano.”
I giggled and replied, “Go ahead, I’m dying to see the rest of your famous talents.”
He was lying heavily on me, his heart beating fast against my breast.
“Just tell me to stop, if I get too wild for you.”
“Trust me, you will never hear it from me.”
He grinned. “That is the right answer.” With those words said, he pushed himself deep inside me, filling every small part of my body craving him.
“Holy fuck, this is so good,” he breathed into the curve of my neck. “You feel so damn good. Soft and hot, and not to mention tight. Perfect.”
I looked up at him and our eyes stayed locked for a moment. Then I closed mine, shutting the view of his honey pools, looking at me with so much need. Whatever it meant, was wrong. Or maybe I was simply imagining things, fighting with my inner demons that never existed? As if thinking the same thing, Oliver sighed and buried his face in my hair, his moves getting faster, harder.
I lifted my legs higher, trying to be even closer to him. He pulled out and slid inside me again, staying t
here just a little longer than before. My muscles clenched around him, he groaned loudly.
“Stop doing this,” he whispered in between his kisses. “I can hardly control myself when you do that.”
Our hips danced in tune, perfectly matching each other’s moves. No more words were said, and neither of us needed them. It felt like we had known each other forever. It was enough to let our doubts go, and made our bodies move in a perfect connection.
I loved the feeling of his length filling me. I loved the way his grip on my hips tightened every time he felt like losing control. I loved the feeling of his lips on my skin. In fact, I loved everything about that moment…
He would kiss me deeply and then softly again, picking up his pace and stopping long enough for me to start missing the feel of his hard, incredibly large cock. God, I couldn’t believe I already missed the feeling of him moving inside me. I couldn’t believe how fast this moment of some deep connection happened. Was it just about sex? I truly hoped it was, because there was no way I would get addicted to the man who didn’t even know what anything but sexual relationship with a woman was.
“Do you even know how fucking beautiful you look under me?”
Damn it, I didn’t want to hear those words. I didn’t want him to talk at all. Because somehow, everything he was saying felt so damn sincere, as if he actually loved being with me.
“I don’t think I have ever been more obsessed with anyone, I really don’t.”
All of a sudden, I wanted it all to end, and I hated myself for thinking about it. Oliver’s words came to my head. He was right, I bit off more than I could chew…
I put my palms on his chest and pushed him slightly away, making him roll onto his back. His eyebrows rose in a silent question.
“Now, it’s my turn to be on top,” I said, smiling down at him. When in fact, I was about to start crying, but I couldn’t let him feel my weakness, I just couldn’t…
With his palms on my hips, I kept moving up and sliding down, enjoying every single second of our play. Now, it felt even more intoxicating, if that was even possible. With my eyes closed, I kept taking us both to the heights that I couldn’t wait to reach.