Warm fingers slid between her legs, moving over the tender skin between her upper thighs. She shifted, gently pushing her legs apart as his fingers dipped closer and closer to the bare skin under the robe.
“We’d all have dinner on Friday night. I’d already adopted their family routine. Work hard all week; Friday was kind of a milestone. The housekeeper and cook would make a big meal, stock leftovers for us, and then take off until Sunday night. This particular night, we were all headed up to the house, when Micah called the boys away. It was a last-minute kind of thing, and he wanted them to come with him to view a new property for manufacturing the wine.
She laughed. “The plant?” He nodded.
“The plant. Micah felt it was important for them to be in on that deal, to walk the property, listen to the details. Tess understood that.”
“When I got there, it was just Tess and me. It was sort of awkward at first. She didn’t want to join them to walk the property. She had been the one to encourage Micah to take the boys.”
Shane was nodding again. “She wanted some time with you.”
“I don’t know if that was it.”
Shane knew. Tess wanted him to herself.
He’d shifted now, to lie beside her, his arm crooked so he could rest his head in the palm of his hand. She could see the stubble of the day across his jawline and down his neck. She wanted to put her lips against the hollow of his jaw, to feel his blood pulse through his body, moving under his skin and bone.
Instead, she stayed on her back beside him, belly flat under the knot of her robe. She was warmed by their nest in his bed, and the heat of his body beside her. Her robe fell away, revealing bent knees and his fingers continued to trace over her skin as he slipped into the story.
***
“I got to Micah’s house late in the day. The sun was just starting to set; it’s still my favorite time of the day”. His eyes turned to hers, “Shane, it was amazing. You’ll love it when we go out there. It’s a big sprawling house with more rooms than I can count.” His eyes drew away from hers, recounting the events. “It was that kind of perfect day. The heat slipped away with the setting sun, and there was a blaze of color across the sky. I had expected the whole crew to be there, but when I got there, it was just Tess and the dogs."
Shane smiled. “Dogs?”
“Yeah, you know, it seemed like they always have a pack of dogs running around that place. You see, it’s fairly isolated, and when the workers are gone, it gets pretty quiet. They’ve always had dogs for companionship and to help keep the vermin away. That summer, they had Rex, Tito, and Sasha. Good sized dogs. I think the trio came from a neighbor’s litter.
Anyway, I got there, and it was just Tess and those dogs. Tess was in the kitchen, getting dinner together wearing this little cotton sundress. I remember it because it shifted easily around her legs as she moved.” His face colored with a blush as he caught her eye. “It showed off every curve under that thin fabric. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and when she turned, the sun caught her so that I could see her nipples." He paused, his eyes seeing into the past, no longer seeing Shane, even though his fingers still traveled over her body. “It was different, being there with her alone.”
“She served up something delicious, but I couldn’t eat much. I felt nervous and jittery. She was chatty; she’s always chatty. That night, she was going on and on about the new property they were looking at, telling me all the details. I couldn’t concentrate. She understands the family business in a deeper way than the boys do. She had always been the one to soak it up. Anyway, she started pouring wine while she was talking.” He shook his head. “She got out the good stuff and between the wine and the wind-down of the day, listening to her talk, I was as good as gone.
Any interest I’d had in her came crashing to the forefront. You know my charm never really worked on her.”
Shane laughed. “You mean she was immune to you?”
He smiled a smile that did not reach his eyes. Ryan looked down at her, focusing, seeing her again. “Are you immune to me?”
She smirked as he lowered his mouth to hers, his lips warm and dry, to kiss her.
His fingers had stopped moving. "Hmmm," She pondered playfully. "Tell your story."
"She was magnetic. Always beautiful, but that summer, she seemed to step into herself. I was drawn to her, but there were too many lines to cross. As we talked, the space between us just fell away. Her hands moved with each of the words she spoke, and she touched me. Fingers trailing on my arm, her hands on mine, and a shift of her chair a little closer to mine, she kept pouring the wine, and I was feeling fine.”
His hand was moving again, caressing the warm skin just beneath the fabric of the robe and moving up her thigh.
“I’ve always been able to read women, but I can’t read her. I can’t tell what she’s thinking, only what I’m thinking. It’s like she turns a mirror on me and reflects my desire. She’s beautiful and sensual. She’s warm and welcoming, but she’s like that to everyone all the time. That’s not special treatment for me,” He looked into her eyes, imploring her to understand. “you know?”
Shane nodded. She knew.
“It was Micah’s house. So even though we ate and drank, maybe drank a little too much, it was still his house. I wasn’t going to pursue her.”
“I was at the kitchen sink doing the dishes, elbow deep in soapy water. She was talking. I was buzzed, so I was being careful, focusing my attention on the plates and glasses in my hands. I didn’t realize she’d crossed the room until I looked up and saw her reflection in the window over the sink. She was behind me, and she just stood there, all gorgeous and shimmery. Her blond hair and golden eyes caught the glow of the setting sun and she seemed to glow. She caught me off guard, and I laughed, sort of. She was close now, and I could feel her breath on my shoulder, through the fabric of my t-shirt.”
His hand moved over her hip bone to the tender flesh of her belly and caressed. Shane breathed in, trying to be still as he spoke. He was immersed in the memory. She wanted to hear what happened next and fought hard to concentrate, ignoring his fingers as they moved in slow circles, burning patterns into her skin.
“I started to turn around, and she put her hands on my hips. She pressed into me and held me steady. I looked into her eyes through the reflection in the window and waited for her to tell me what she wanted. She didn’t speak. I could feel her breasts against my back.
I didn’t know what she wanted me to do, so I just waited. She pressed against me again, and I could feel the curve of her hips, the flatness of her belly against my ass. She held me in place with her hands moving over my thighs and my hips, close to the head of my cock, which was hard now. I could only see her eyes, her golden eyes staring back at me from her reflection in the window. My heart was pounding. Her hands moved over my chest, belly, and under my shirt. Her fingers were cold against my skin, and she’d press into me, while she touched- this rhythmic pressure that increased my desire. I wanted to touch her so badly, but I was afraid if I turned into her, she’d stop. So, I stood there with my hands in the soapy water.
Her fingers started to go deeper, you know, under the waistband of my jeans. She’d touch my skin, moving her fingers over my belly, deeper into my pants, without doing anything but making me harder, then her little hands were everywhere, moving over my legs and my stomach, over my ass, up, under my shirt. She trailed her fingernails over my bare skin, and when she found my nipples, she began to pinch. My heart was racing. I wanted her so bad, and she just held me captive with her eyes staring at me from her reflection.
Then she slid her hands into the water with mine and up my arms, back into the water, and over my belly: Soapsuds trailing, water sloshing to the floor. Back into the soapy water and then over my hips, my legs were shaking as she pressed into me from behind, her body soft against mine.
I was wet and slippery, not sure my legs would hold me. She slipped her wet soapy hand into my pants. She slipped her fingers
around my cock; she began stroking me. I stood there helpless, my hands flat against the base of the sink, this soft, sexy girl working my cock in her hand, held captive by the mirror image of her eyes.
I’d never experienced anything like it. I leaned back into her, wanting, fuck, I don’t know just wanting her. She took her time, stroking me long and steady until I was close, then she stopped, holding me back. Her fingers were like a vice. She held me with one hand while she worked over the head of my cock with her other hand, slippery and soapy, moving over my dick like belonged to her. Fuck.” He was hard now. Shane could feel him against her hip.
“I wanted to be inside her. I wanted to take off her dress. I wanted to kiss her, and I was afraid to do anything. Instead, I did nothing. I was afraid she’d stop touching me.”
“She was merciless, bringing me close, then she’d squeeze my balls, so hard. She held me back, leaving me twitching and moaning. She held me on the edge of the sink, my cock so teased and full of cum. She let me get close, and then, that little hand squeezed my balls as I felt her finger wet and warm between my cheeks, pressing into me. Fuck. She was holding the orgasms back and pressing into me. I was on fire. I had never even thought about that before. Her finger was circling and caressing me while her other hand squeezed my balls hard, so fucking hard, driving back the orgasm that wanted to come so bad only moments before. She watched me in the reflection, watched my pleasure and the war going on inside me, she watched my desire as she entered me with her fingertip. She watched me wanting her and surrendering to what she wanted.”
“She slipped inside me, just enough to hold me between pain and pleasure before she wrapped her fingers around my cock and began to work me back up into a lather. Fuck. I was putty in her hands. I wanted her in and out of my ass. I couldn’t stop my hips from jerking. I was so pent up from desire, and my head was a mess. I was begging. Please. Please. Please.”
Shane knew the feeling.
“Fuck. She brought me higher, took me to a new level. I don’t know how she knew how to do that, but she did. I was caught between the wanting and the waiting. You know?”
She knew. Fuck yes, she knew.
Ryan kissed her again, with lips and no tongue. His kiss, dry and warm, revealed no want, but she wanted him. Moisture welled up between her legs, a wanting, and waiting of her own going on as he continued his touch and his story.
In his mind, he was standing in that kitchen all those years ago. “She pressed against me, her soft curves pressing into my back; her belly was flat against my ass as her little hands stroked me. I was watching her move through the reflection in the window. Her brown eyes were golden in the light of the sunset. She licked her lips. I remember her mouth was wet and open. I wanted to touch her so badly.”
“She wanted me to stay still. It was the most erotic moment of my life. Jesus. It was all I could do to stand there. At some point, she unzipped my pants, and my jeans slid down to the floor. I was all muscle and strength after spending most of the summer working in the field. She turned me around so she could see me. See me. Her hands were cold, I don’t know how they were, but they were like a cold drink of water on the hottest day. I wanted a drink. I just wanted a drink.”
Ryan licked his lips. Shane could feel the heat rising from his skin. She knew he wanted to go back to that well and wet his lips. She could feel it, his body tight beside her, his muscles taught with the memory of the wanting and waiting.
“I willed her to touch me. She didn’t.”
Shane swallowed and pulled her knees up to a more comfortable position. When she did, the robe fell away from her legs, the fleece belt still knotted at her waist. His fingers moved over her skin and seemed unaware of the heat that had begun to rise from her body.
He continued. “My heart was pounding out of control. Now I was standing there in the kitchen with my pants around my ankles, trying to figure out what to do next, wanting her skin on my skin, wanting that little summer dress to slip to the floor.”
He looked down at her, drawn from the revelry for a moment. “That whole summer was hot as hell, and that day, with the sun setting, there was a cool front coming through. It was a relief, you know?”
His eyes focused, and he seemed to see her properly for the first time. “Oh. Shit. I’m so sorry, Shanie.” He dropped his eyes. He was ashamed. “You asked for an explanation, but I’m sure you don’t want to hear this.”
But she did. Actually, she really did want to hear this. His fingers had stopped moving, and his warm palm rested on her belly.
“Ryan. I want to hear it.” He didn’t move. “Ry,” her voice was soft and hoarse. Seeking him where he was. “I want to hear the rest.” He raised his eyes to meet hers.
“Really?”
She smiled, nodding. “Yes. I like knowing all the details of your life. Please.” She held his hand in hers and slid it between her legs to offer her version of the show and tell. "Tell me."
A smile spread across his face. Understanding replaced shame as his fingers found her wet and wanting. The lazy touch he’d used on her bare legs now began as his touch traveled over the delicate skin between her thighs, moving between the folds, his touch was light with his fingers dipping into her slippery sweetness, then sliding away, to trail over her bare skin.
“So, you like my story?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to hear what she did to me?”
Shane closed her eyes, heat rising to her cheeks, “Yes.”
His voice regained the control he’d lost to Tess so many years ago. “Do you want me to show you what she did to me?”
Her heart jumped. “Yes. Please.” Her heart was pounding. “Show me.” The words came out as a whisper, begging, and coaxing.
He licked his lips and moved closer. His breath warm on her mouth. She opened her mouth and closed her eyes, to receive a kiss that did not come.
When he spoke, his voice was low and distant. “Open your eyes, Shane.”
Startled, she did as she was told. “Look at me, honey.”
She nodded.
“The whole time.”
She nodded again, finding her voice as his dark eyes held her as he shifted her slightly, moving her knees apart. His fingers were running over the curve of her ass, between her cheeks, making the heat rise in her belly as he began to speak.
“Now, don’t come.” Her breath was coming faster now. “Not until I say so.”
She was frozen, wanting to please him and wanting him to continue to touch her.
“Shane?”
She nodded again. Her voice was hoarse when she spoke, "Okay."
His fingers moved through the folds of her skin, parting her slowly, setting her nerves on fire before he turned away. She wanted to touch him back, to move under the pleasure, but he held her steady with his eyes.
“Now.” He said. Her heart raced as he dipped the tip of two thick fingers inside her. She started to close her eyes and remembered his instruction. Shane stared up at him helplessly as he continued the story.
He picked up his story where he’d left off. “I was so exposed. So filled with desire, I would have done anything she wanted me to do. She pressed against me, dressed, so soft and unaffected.
She kissed me; eyes opened, her tongue grazing mine, lips sinfully soft. She ran her hands up, over my chest and shoulders, wrapping me up in her arms as she leaned into me. She wasn’t wearing anything under the dress. I could feel her body through the thin fabric. The idea that she was just as exposed as I was under that thin cotton was barely tolerable.
I tried to pull her closer, and she stopped me. She ran her hands down my arms and pressed my hands against the counter- her instruction.
She didn’t want me to touch her. She wanted to touch me. I nodded, and she kissed me. It was a reward. Then I understood without instruction. I wanted to please her as much as I could.
Then I knew what she was going to do before she did it. She slipped out of the little dress and I heard the dre
ss whisper to the floor.
I was standing there like a spring ready to go off, so tight and coiled. Holding on to the counter instead of reaching for her, and she was moving so," he paused, "slowly like honey, when you’re waiting for it to pour from the jar. She moved against me, my hands frozen where she’d left them, and she kissed me. Wet and wanting. Her breasts were perky and pumped, nipples tight, just asking to be licked."
Ryan paused, looking down at Shane. He saw her then. Trapped between wanting and waiting, trembling under his fingers, waiting for his touch, and he moved his fingers, separating and circling folds of sweet slippery flesh. Shane gasped but held his gaze. His lips curling into a smile before he kissed her, and his fingers increased her desire. If it had only been his lips on hers, he might have been kissing her goodnight on the first date- a kiss unassuming and straightforward with no promise of what is to come. The assurance came from his fingers, through gentle, patient movements that made her knees begin to shake. Shane pressed her feet into the mattress and focused on his eyes and his words. He was talking again.
“She slipped down, moving against me, her hands running over my body. When she took me in her mouth, kneeling before me, her mouth was so warm, and her tongue moved against me as she began to suck, circling my cock with her lips. Jesus, I’d never felt anything like it. She took me deeper and deeper until I felt the back of her throat open to me. It was all I could do to stay still; my legs were shaking; my hips were thrusting. God! I’d never had a woman like that.”
Shane was having trouble with her silence as his fingers circled her entrance, dipping into her enough to ignite heat in her belly, but not enough to satisfy truly. Her heart was pounding so loud it was hard to focus on his words. His touch was tantalizing, moving through the folds of her throbbing pussy, circling her clit without touching it, and then back to the barely-there penetration. She concentrated on his story.
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