by Alexa Silver
“Can you stand?”
“Stand? Are you stopping?” she gasped, outraged.
“No, I promise I won't stop pleasuring you.”
“Then why?”
“Try to stand.” She rose to her feet expecting his fingers to withdraw, but he kept them inside her. “Now, move closer to me.” She obeyed, uncertain of his plans but still intent on the way his fingers moved in and out of her sheath. “Put one knee up on the arm of the chair and set your hands on my shoulders to balance.”
She obeyed, whimpering as she felt his breath against the underside of her breast. She leaned forward and he nuzzled then licked her tight nipple. Lexa sobbed as he suckled at her teat. His hand returned to its pleasurable actions between her now widely spread limbs.
“Oh Val,” she moaned, riding his hand while she pressed her breasts against his mouth.
His thumb teased the throbbing flesh between her legs. Faster. Harder. While she thrust onto his fingers, taking him deeper.
“You're so wet, sweetheart,” he praised her. “Keep going. I want to give you the ultimate joy.”
“What should I do?”
He chuckled. “What do you want to do?”
Lexa wanted to hit him. Tell him to cease his prattle and make her—what had he said? Come. Yes, she wanted to come. He teased her nipple with his tongue. Licking. Sucking. Nipping. All the while she curled her hips, thrusting downward. Opening her body to accept him inside.
“Please. I want…”
Was that her voice? Broken. Begging. The tension in her body wound tighter and tighter until she felt like she would break if it didn't release soon.
“More. God, Val. I need…”
His fingers teased. Stroked. Clenched inside her sheath. Harder she thrust, her fingers grasping his hair to hold his mouth over her breast. Silently demanding he take her.
He bit her nipple. Scraped her nub and thrust his fingers deeply inside her body and she screamed as the coiled tension found an outlet, shaking her from head to toe. She all but fell onto Val. He caught her easily, drawing out her pleasure with his thrusting fingers. Wringing rapture from her shuddering body. It went on and on and she sobbed, shaking as waves of delight took her breath and her soul.
When she finally returned to some semblance of sanity, she realized she was all but laying on top of Val, smothering him in her bosom. She tried to pull away from him but he held her tight.
“Now that is how a woman should look after a vigorous dance, my love.”
She closed her eyes, shaking her head. “I should bathe. I'm damp with sweat.”
He smiled. “Oh we aren't anything close to done, my dear.”
“But…” Lexa blinked, “There's more?”
“Oh yes, much more,” Val laughed, “And I intend to spend the rest of the night showing you. After all, practice is essential so that the dancers may anticipate each other's movements. Do you not remember my earlier instruction?”
“I do.” Lexa stared down into Val's loving gaze. He was happy. Pleased to give her pleasure. “But if I continue to dance in such a way, it's likely to be the death of me.”
“Ah, but just a little death. Many little deaths, actually.”
“Little death?” That sounded dangerous.
“Yes. The French call each such exquisite completion le petit mort.”
“It did rather feel like the end of all.”
“Or the beginning. If you'd like it to be.”
“Yes, I believe I would. By all means, Your Grace. Teach me more dances. Let us practice until dawn.” Dropping a happy kiss on his cheek, she hugged him close.
Chapter 5
Val cradled Lexa in his arms, thrilled with her response. Not only had she let him see her nude, but she'd let him touch her to give her pleasure. Best of all, she wanted more, which was just as well for his cock ached with the need to be buried inside her.
“I think it's time for you to play valet for me.”
She lifted her head from his shoulder to look down at him. Then she began to grin. “Yes, I think that would be most suitable. What's sauce for the goose is certainly sauce for the gander.”
He chuckled. “And you'd like to see me naked too?”
A blush rose along her cheeks, but her eyes twinkled. “Yes, Your Grace. I think I should like that very much indeed.”
“Then by all means, let us proceed apace.”
Val helped Lexa stand, steadying her as she leaned against him. The loving expression on her face filled him with tenderness. He cradled her cheek, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her lips. A kiss to which she answered in full, arching into him. He teased her lips apart with his tongue. She gasped before jumping into the kiss with enthusiasm and an endearing lack of expertise. He twined his tongue around hers, teaching her to kiss like a woman instead of a girl.
Her arms snaked up his shoulders and she buried her fingers in his hair. When he lifted his head she sighed, her eyes opening slowly. Soft with passion.
“Do you know, Val, it seems quite wicked to stand here before you completely naked while you are fully dressed.”
“And is that a feeling you enjoy?” He asked as he trailed his fingers along her ribs and down to her round bottom. She shivered.
“Yes, I believe I do.”
“Perhaps I should remain dressed then.”
Lexa laughed. “Perhaps another time. I would like to see your body sans clothing.”
“Would you?”
“Oh yes,” She purred, her fingers tangling in his neckcloth. “Now, how does one remove these beastly things?”
“I can assure it is not beastly, my dear.” He kissed the tip of her nose as he untied it for her. “I am most careful in the tying. If I were not, my valet would be scandalized.”
“And we mustn't scandalize your valet.”
“Heavens no. He might leave me and then where would I be?”
“Undressed?”
“Quite true,” Val laughed, “I'd never be able to leave the house again.”
“That might not be all bad.” She caressed his chin and ran her fingertip over his lips as he tossed the fabric aside. “We could stay home every night.”
“In bed?”
“I might possibly like that,” she sighed, baring his neck, running her fingers along his hot skin.
“I think you would. You are proving a most adept student.”
“Do you think?”
“Oh yes. I think the jacket next. It's as tight as a virgin's c…” he bit his lip to refrain from the crudity.
Her lips twitched, “A virgin's what?”
He shook his head. “It's very rude. Vulgar and inappropriate.”
“Oh, then you simply must tell me.” She teased, pushing his jacket back to poke at his ribs.
“Stop.” He choked out, but she continued, discovering his weakness as he burst into laughter.
“You’re ticklish!”
“Lexa, stop. This instant.” He chuckled, but she didn't. Her hands found several spots that caused him to laugh which made her grin with delight.
“This is bloody brilliant, Val.”
“It is not,” he gasped, trying to capture her hands, but she eluded him.
“It is,” she smiled, continuing to tickle him. “I never knew you had any weaknesses. It's a pleasure to discover you're just a man after all.”
He finally caught her hands in his, and held her gaze with his. “I am a man. Flawed and real. Never doubt it.”
“I’m glad. I prefer a man, even one with flaws, to a statue.”
“A statue?”
“Beautiful, but cold and hard as stone.”
“Hard as stone, I may be,” He moved one of her hands to his groin, eliciting a gasp from her. “But I’m not cold and I never want to be. Not with you.”
“Good.” She stood on tip toes to kiss him, still grasping his cock. “Now turn around so I can drag your coat off of you.”
She released him and he reluctantly obeyed. Val assist
ed her to remove the tight fabric as best he could. Lexa tugged at him making him wish he could watch her instead of the wall in front of him. He could imagine the way her breasts bounced and he shifted his stance, finally relaxing when his jacket started to move down his arms. He turned to watch as Lexa hung the jacket over a chair. As she walked back to him, she took his breath away.
“So beautiful.” He breathed, reaching for her.
Val pulled her close again, unable to keep from caressing her pale skin. He dipped his head so he could press hot kisses against her neck and shoulders. Her head dropped back and she moaned.
“Oh Val, I never knew it would feel like this. If I had—”
“If you had?” He nuzzled her neck.
“I never would have said no.”
He groaned, moving his lips to her earlobe. “I wish to God I had followed my instincts and pressed you on this.”
“No,” She leaned back, catching his face in her hands so she could look at him. “Val, I love the fact that you accepted my word—respected it—regardless that you disagreed with my thinking.”
“Why?”
She smiled gently at him like she was looking at a young child who knew no better and required instruction.
“Because I know I can trust you, my love. You value me and I have proof of it.”
“All because I didn't make love to you as I ought to have? That seems a foolish reason to trust me.”
“Not because you didn't make love to me, but rather the reason why you didn't.”
“I don't understand.”
“You refrained because I said no. As your wife, you have the right to compel me to your will, much as I dislike it. Yet you didn't. That is why I trust you to lead me on this wild dance. I know you would never hurt me.”
“No, you're quite right,” he agreed, pulling her close, “I would never hurt you.” He emphasized his words with light kisses, wanting her to believe that if she believed nothing else.
“Yes, I know,” she laughed, wrapping her arms around him for a warm hug, “Now, my dear, you're still wearing far too many clothes. Help me to undress you.”
So he did. He stripped with all haste allowing her to watch as he revealed his male flesh to her wide and interested gaze. When he stood before her as bare as she, a blush bloomed in her cheeks, but she smiled. Her eyes widened when she viewed his hard cock.
“You are quite a finely made man.”
“Large too,” He couldn't stop a smug smile from curling his lips, making her laugh.
“Oh Val, don't grow arrogant in your handsomeness.”
“Arrogant? Me?”
She approached with a grin, but as she neared she surprised him. Her expression grew tentative. Uncertain. Lexa seemed to ask permission to touch him so he nodded. He wanted nothing more than her hands on his skin. However, if she added her mouth…her lips…her tongue…well, that would make him even happier.
*****
Lexa sighed as she traced the defined muscles of his chest. His body was firm, but not of stone like a statue. No, he was all man. Warm. A pleasure to touch and his flesh rippled under her caress. But he was so big…everywhere. She knew he'd fit in her body as he'd done so before, but it had hurt. Would it hurt this time too?
His breathing increased as a soft groan escaped his lips.
“Ah, yes, Lexa. I love the feel of your hands on me.”
Excitement tightened the muscles of her belly as she ran her palms along his shoulders and down his arms. He captured her hands and lifted them to his mouth, pressing loving kisses to her fingers. He gently turned her hands over and kissed her palms then her wrists. The feel of his soft lips tracing over her skin caused her breath to catch. Her gaze raised to his and she stared into his intense dark eyes. He smiled, lifting her arms to his shoulders.
His skin was warm. His body firm. Lexa traced light fingers along his shoulders then down to his chest, investigating his nipples. Her fingertips followed around the light brown medallions, then teasing the center to a peak. She leaned forward, wanting to lick him. Would he approve? She glanced up and he nodded.
“Please, love. Use your hands and mouth to explore any part of me. I’m yours as surely as you are mine.”
She smiled and ran her tongue across the nipple. He hissed and she drew back. “Are you all right?”
“No. It feels too good.”
“Should I stop?”
“No. Please god, no.”
She giggled and went back to the task of tasting him. Flicking the peak. Lapping at the darker flesh surrounding it. Nipping him as he had her. He reached for her and caught her, pulling her close. Skin to skin. His erect member pressed against her belly, making her shiver with anticipation and a tiny bit of fright. She wriggled and he groaned, thrusting his hips. Rubbing the moist tip against her.
She reached for his erection and he froze. But rather than stopping, she gathered her courage and grasped him. First he sighed, then he groaned and thrust himself further into her hand.
“Stroke it.” She let go to run her fingertips along the shaft. “No, let me show you.”
He took his manhood in a firm grip, circling the length and running his hand along it from root to tip and back again. He released it, took her hand and wrapped it around, then he showed her how to give him pleasure. A pearly drop of sticky liquid beaded on the tip. She ran her thumb over it, spreading it over him. Another appeared and she took it with her free hand and brought it to her mouth to taste. He made a strange sound, almost like a whimper. Her gaze flew to his.
“Is it wrong?”
He shook his head. Speechless for once in his life. She’d never known him unable to say something. But he opened his mouth and only a groan came out. She looked back down at his manhood and wondered what it might taste like and if he’d like her mouth on him. Lexa pushed him back to the bed.
“Sit.”
He obeyed instantly, staring at her. She knelt and took him in her hand again rubbing as he’d taught her. He lay back using his elbows to keep him angled up so he could watch her. She stroked the balls at the base of his shaft. She spread his thighs so she could get closer and stuck out her tongue.
“Oh, god yes,” he moaned. She licked the head. Val bucked, throwing his head back and his hips up. “Why did you stop?”
She met his gaze, wide eyed. “You jerked so, that I was afraid.”
He reached out a hand and she took it. “I’m sorry. But the feeling was so good, I lost control.”
“You lost control?”
“Yes, it does happen. As I said, I’m a man, flawed and real.”
“I’ll try again.”
“And I’ll try not to react quite so…forcefully.”
They released hands and Lexa opened her mouth, leaning in to lick again. Val jerked, but not so forcefully. He watched her with fierce eyes and bit his lip, a low growl escaped.
“Again, Lexa. Again.”
So she licked once more, this time lingering. Using the flat of her tongue as well as the tip. His belly grew as flat as a board the way he tightened his muscles. He gasped.
“Yes, love. Don’t stop now.”
Lexa slowly took the head into her mouth and he cried out as if she’d struck him. She backed off. Had she hurt him? He sounded as if he was in agony.
“More. Oh, please. Suck it. Close your mouth around it. Suck and lick.”
She followed his instruction and more moisture eased from the head. She tasted it. Salty but she could like it. Lexa brought her hands up to stroke him while she lapped. His hips rose and fell in tight little thrusts. Nothing so forceful as to scare her but he couldn’t seem to remain still. She relished his hip movements, recognizing in them the sign that she was pleasing him. That she was doing this thing correctly. Taking him a little deeper, she played with his balls too.
“Oh, god in heaven, Lexa. You’re destroying me.”
“Should I stop?” She asked, concerned.
“No. Please no!”
His hips
rose, searching for the warm, moist cavern of her mouth. She took him in again and sucked once more. Again she took him deeper. She remembered the way he’d taken her on those nights when he’d visited her bed. In and out is how he’d moved, so she imitated those movements with her mouth. Taking him in and sliding him out, then back in again. He moved with her and collapsed back onto the bed, not even trying to watch anymore.
“Stop love, you must stop sucking my cock or I’ll peak and shoot my seed into your mouth.”
She lifted her head and looked down at him. Cock? He’d never used that word before. She watched as his hips continued to thrust as he fought his pleasure. His balls had pulled up alongside his shaft and the head was a fierce red. That was a cock. How strange. But she liked the word.
Lexa sought his gaze and he finally opened his eyes. He appeared dazed. Was that how she’d looked when he’d given her pleasure?
“Did I do it right?”
“More right than I could have hoped for.”
She grinned, “But why did you stop me? I wanted the dance to run to completion.”
He sighed but matched her smile, reaching out to run a finger down her cheek. “A woman can dance round after round with pleasure rising each time. A man must rest after a splendid dance, my love. I didn’t want to make you wait for more.”
“But surely while we waited for you, you could pleasure me again as you did at the chair.”
He chuckled. “You’re right. I should have thought of that.”
“Then shall I suck you again?”
“Not this time,” he groaned, “Later. First, I want to be inside you.”
“Oh.” She looked down, hiding her fear.
“Look at me.” She obeyed. “Lexa what is wrong?”
“It hurt,” she said in a small voice.
“Earlier when I put my fingers in you?”
“No, when you took me as your wife.”
“There was a reason for it, which is why I had wanted to touch you, but you forbade me.”
