by Kahlen Aymes
And her words… Jesus, they were like a lit match tossed into my soul.
I knew I’d never love anyone or want anyone more in my entire life. The passion between us was like a living thing. I felt myself throb and harden underneath her.
“Brooklyn, you are so sexy. I’m mad for you,” I breathed against her neck.
She felt my arousal underneath her as she sat in my lap, and moaned against my mouth. She sucked on my lower lip as she pulled her mouth from mine.
“That works for me,” she breathed and smiled. “Grab the champagne and glasses, okay?” she said as she got up and walked toward the bedroom.
She didn’t have to ask me twice. I went to refrigerator and found the Dom. The anticipation was more than I could bear, and I couldn’t pop the cork fast enough and splashed champagne on the kitchen floor as it exploded from the bottle. I grabbed the flutes she’d left out on the counter and made my way down the hall, determined to make this a night neither of us would ever forget.
Chapter 22
Of What Dreams Are Made
Brook was standing near the head of the bed, the netting shrouding behind her like an ethereal veil, as I poured the champagne. I offered her a glass and she took it, raising it to her lips to take a sip but never taking her eyes off of me.
My heart thundered in my chest at seeing the ring glint on her hand around the glass, sparkling in the candlelight. I felt so possessive and I could see the raw hunger in her gaze. It did amazing things to me. If the situation weren’t enough, the desire in her expression made it more intense. I took a swallow of my champagne, and stepped toward her, but she put her hand up to stop me.
Her eyes were on fire as she set her glass down, then took mine from me gently, and placed it next to hers on the dresser. Her stare burned into my flesh as she slowly pulled on the ribbon bow below her breasts to open the lace of her gown. I watched, my body throbbing and my mouth falling open as she slowly slid the sleeves down her arms.
The sheer gown beneath showed every curve, every nuance of her beautiful, slender body. The lace at her tiny waist accentuated her perfectly round breasts above it, with her pink nipples taut and her hips swelling below it. Brook’s bare arms and shoulders shone golden in the candlelight.
My breath caught in my throat. “You’re just,” I paused, “stunning, my love.” I was paralyzed, yet my body was shaking, my mouth felt dry and my breathing sped up.
She moved forward and took my hand, while staring intently in my eyes, then raised it up and placed a wet, open mouth kiss on the palm, sucking slightly as she pulled her mouth away. Her eyes never left mine. It was powerful and sexy as hell, her pink little tongue softly hinting at what was to come.
“God, Brook,” I said, my voice heavy with desire, my hands itching to touch her. “I’m going to burst.”
“That’s the idea,” she said softly as she pushed at my shoulders gently. Obviously, she wanted to take the lead, and I let her, helpless.
“Will you lay back on the bed for me?” she whispered as she ran soft kisses across my chest. Her mouth closed over my left nipple and she sucked and nipped at it.
My erection strained in my silk pajama pants, aching, it was so engorged it hurt. I tried to put my arms around her to pull her close, but she held me off. I looked at her and tipped my head, my eyes questioning.
“You don’t get to touch me until I say so.” She smiled, and raised her right eyebrow. “Okay?” she asked as she bit her lower lip.
She was so incredibly sexy. “I’m not sure I can do that. It’s… not possible,” I breathed out. I shook my head slowly as the words ripped from me. “I can’t, Brook.”
“You have to trust me. I promised you something, remember?” She laughed a small throaty laugh. “Last night on the phone, remember what I told you?”
My head fell back as she ran her tongue across my collarbone and kissed me again. I tried to think through the passionate haze, to recall what she meant. “I can’t think just now,” I groaned.
“I said I was going to make you come harder than you ever had in your life… and I will. I promise. I want you to forget every woman who’s ever touched you, but me.” Her hands moved to the tie at the top of my pajama pants. She continued to suck on my nipples and run kisses on my chest as her hands made swift work of the silk ties. I reached for her, my fingers grazing the side of her supple breast.
“No, Cade,” Brook whispered, pushing my hands away. She bent to the task of removing them completely. As her head came level with my dick, she ran her tongue up the shaft.
“Baby, I can’t breathe.”
She continued to lick and suck for just a moment. “I love you,” she whispered against me. It was so amazingly intimate, her warm breath fanning out on my body. My eyes opened, to see her rising up to again push me back toward the bed. I stepped out of the cloth heap at my feet and did exactly as she wanted, because I was helpless to do anything else.
I leaned back on the pillows and pulled myself up toward the headboard, the mosquito net all around the bed adding to the bridal ambiance of the evening.
As I watched, she turned from me to gather something from her suitcase. The back of the negligee was just as beautiful as the front, with the low back dipping to well below her waist. The two dimples above her butt were visible above the lace opening. Her slender form was so perfect, her ass round and firm, her shoulders slim and smooth and her long legs, clearly visible through the sheer silk, were toned and tight.
My mouth watered at the sight. My god, I thought. Is she real? Is this real?
Her hands moved to her hair as she removed the clip and the pins, the flower fell to the carpet as her hair cascaded down her back, still with bits of baby’s breath scattered through it. I yearned to put my hands in it, to pull her head back so I could ravish her mouth. The waiting was painful paradise.
She turned toward me, her hair falling softly around her delicate features, her smoldering eyes, never leaving my face.
“Are you going to do everything I say?” She smiled softly as she said the words.
“Anything. Just come to me,” I begged.
“All in good time.” she said softly. “Lay on your stomach, Cade.”
I did as I was told, and she climbed on the bed. I felt her straddle my back… I could feel the heat emanating from her feminine core. “Brook, I can feel you. God, you’re so hot,” I groaned. “You’re killing me.”
“So, you know what you do to me, then. See how much I want you?” she asked softly as she pressed her groin tighter against my ass, grinding against me. She bent to kiss the back of my neck. Her open mouth burning against my skin, her hair tickling me as it sent shivers down my spine. The muscles in my stomach tightened in response to her words.
Her hands touched me then, warm and smooth. “I want you to relax, honey,” she coaxed as her hands began kneading the muscles of my shoulders, back and neck. I realized that she had oil and was giving me a massage. It was torturous perfection.
“I don’t deserve you,” I said softly as the delicious sensations flooded over me. “That feels wonderful.”
“Mmmm…” She continued her ministrations for several minutes, down my arms, legs, butt cheeks, stopping to place kisses here or there or whisper love words against my skin. She massaged behind my elbows and knees and it felt like heaven.
No one had ever touched me like this before and I savored her strong, yet gentle fingers as they moved over me. Her nails raked gently down my back, over my butt and down my legs, sending shivers up my spine. She moved to my feet and I protested the absence of her on top of me.
“Shhhhh…” she said as she worked over me for a few minutes more. When her hands stilled, she spoke, “Turn over, Cade,” so softly, I could barely hear. When I did, she’d see again the evidence of her effect on me, but I did as I was told.
“Okay, remember, you can’t touch me. Promise?”
“Ugh!!!!” I groaned. My body curled up toward her, as instinct took over
and I reached for her.
“No,” Brook said softly, moving my hands to my sides. She straddled my thighs as she repeated all of the same techniques on the front of my body, rubbing and squeezing my legs, arms and chest, carefully avoiding the one part of my anatomy that screamed for her touch. I tried to run my hands up her thighs, squeezing and pulling her closer, but she pushed them away. “Cade… no touching,” she whispered.
“Why? I want to feel you. Please,” I begged.
“Not yet. Patience.” She bent to kiss my mouth so softly if felt like a whisper. “I want to please you. You have to trust me.” She licked my upper lip with her tongue and then pulled on my lower one with her teeth, her hands still kneading the muscle on my shoulders and chest, her actions visceral.
I opened my eyes to find her straddling my legs, her body clearly visible through the beautiful gown, the skirt pooling between her thighs, hinting at the treasure there, the candlelight casting a soft glow on her body. Her eyes were glazed over with passion and her mouth fell open in desire.
She was like an angel, so ethereal, so unreal, exquisite, and mine. My heart swelled to the point of bursting. Completely mesmerized, I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
“I love you, too, Brook. Don’t ever leave me, please.”
“Not possible. You’re burned into me,” she promised, using words from the
movie script as her hands ran lightly over my chest, giving me a new series of shivers.
“Cade, you have to tell me when you’re getting close. Promise me you will stop me before you cum, but I want you on the brink.” She cocked her head to one side and bit her lip. “Promise me, baby,” she said again.
I already felt like I could come and she hadn’t even touched my cock, my body was humming. “Okay. I’m yours. Do what you will. I promise. You’re so fucking beautiful, Brook. I can’t believe you’re real right now.”
“I’m so real, and just for you.” She smiled a sexy little smile, as she put some more oil on her hands and warmed it before bringing her hands down around my screaming erection.
“Oh, God,” I moaned as she worked over me, her hands moving up and down, over and around the head until the throbbing intensified and the sensations threatened to overcome me. I’m not sure how long her hands moved on me because I was so lost in the sensations, lost in watching my beautiful Brook. “Ahhhhhh…” I groaned. I felt the pre-cum start; some was dripping from the head. I hissed and I sucked in my breath.
“Mmmmm,” she said as she bent to lick it off. “You taste so delicious,” she said as her hands kept on with their sweet torture, her breath like fire on my body.
“Brook…” I was panting. “Okay, Brook, stop now. I’m only seconds away from exploding. Love, you have to stop.”
Her movements on my engorged cock slowed and ceased. She moved to my side, her head on my chest, she reached up and kissed my jaw and into the curve of my neck. I was breathing hard, my heart racing, my throbbing body screaming for release.
I struggled to control myself, to not throw her on her back and push into her body with my own. “Can I touch you now?” I said breathlessly.
Her hand was on my chest. “Only a little. Hold me while you calm down.”
I didn’t need a second invitation as my arms closed around her delectable body. One hand rubbed up and down her arm, the other running up and down her back and hip. As a couple of minutes passed, I felt my breathing even out, my erection start to subside slightly.
“Did that feel good?” She smiled against my skin.
“So good it almost killed me,” I sighed.
“That won’t do. I need you alive.” The lilt in her voice made me smile softly as I rolled on to my side and rested my head on my fist. Looking down at her, I stared as I traced her body with my fingers. My hand ghosted over her nipple under the sheer silk and I felt it tighten and grow beneath my fingers. Her body was so responsive to my touch and I loved it.
“No touching me to pleasure me, Cade. You promised.” She moved away from me and handed me the champagne. I took it, though I didn’t want it. I wanted her.
“But…why, Brook? You’re driving me insane. I love tasting you, smelling your arousal, making you moan and quiver beneath my hands. Jesus, I want you so much.” I tore my gaze from her body up to her eyes as my tongue came out to dance over my lips. “Jesus, just thinking about it is too much.”
She touched my face gently as my eyes flashed to hers. “Exactly. For me, too. It’s my turn to take care of you.” Her eyes were penetrating as she took a drink from her glass and then set it aside to return to lie beside me on the bed.
I stopped and looked down at her. “You are so perfect. Brook, all of those months, wanting you… I love you.”
“I know.” Her lips curved in a smile, but I could see sadness in her eyes. “I’m sorry I put you through that.”
“Don’t. It’s over. Everything is brilliant now. Let’s just focus on this.”
Brook nodded. “You’re right.” Her tone turned seductive. “Are you ready?” She kissed me again, her mouth soft then demanding, then softly pulling away. I groaned in frustration, and she let out a soft impish chuckle, and reached to remove my glass to the bedside table.
“Ready?” she asked. “Are you calm enough now so I can start again?”
I raised my eyebrows. “Again? Yes, please.” My mouth lifted at the corners in the start of a smile.
“Yes, but the same rules apply. No touching, and tell me when you get close. So, so close, my love.” She bent over me and breathed on my body, starting to kiss my neck and chest, her hand reached for my manhood and I felt it surge to life in her hand. I groaned.
“Mmmm, yummy,” she breathed as her mouth moved down my chest and stomach toward my erection. Worshiping my body with her mouth as she moved lower, she had me tense in anticipation.
God, it was so sweet. Her mouth was hot on my skin as she licked and teased down the shaft of my cock. My breath caught in my throat. After a few minutes of teasing me, and searing me with her hot breath, she had me twitching for release, begging her to take me in her mouth.
“Brook.” I commanded. “Oh, God… Please, babe.” My hands ached to feel her body, but instead fisted in the sheets as my body arched toward her. Her eyes rose to meet mine and I could see that she was going to give me what I wanted.
Her hot mouth closed around my engorged member and she licked and sucked for all she was worth, devouring me with her delicious mouth until I thought I would explode. She ran her tongue around the head and sucked, then drew me in to the hilt, taking me in as deep as she could, her hand curling around the base. Her mouth and hand moving up and down was driving me wild as she leaned over me. I watched her glistening lips move on me, her beautiful face taking me in and it was so erotic I almost lost it.
“Uhhhm, love, you’re so good, it feels fucking unbelievable,” I moaned as my hips thrust toward her.
“I can taste you Cade,” she breathed against me. “That means you’re getting close, baby.”
I could feel the orgasm building, but her words punched it up. “Brook, uhhhh..,” I was panting in time with her movements as she took me into the warm recesses of her mouth, her tongue and lips surrounding me in delicious heat and sensation. “Huh, huh…”
She took one last long stroke and then sucked a little on the head, her lips getting lighter before she stopped. She placed a wet, open mouth kiss on my stomach below my navel and then one on my chest on her way up my body.
“Cade, you’re so beautiful; just amazing. I love the way you taste.”
My cock was so hard I thought it would burst, bobbing toward her, aching for the release that was denied. “Good God, love, how long are you going to torture me? I want to touch you, taste you… now.” I was out of breath as she brought her lips to mine. I took them in a deep kiss as my dick throbbed in protest.
“We have to wait a little,” Brook commanded gently.
I moaned deep in my throat, my hands reaching
for her body, but her hands closed around my wrists. I was panting as I fell back against the pillows, letting her hold me down. “I don’t want to.”
“Just a little. Then you can touch me.” Her mouth moved softly back and forth on my chest, teasing my nipples with a series of butterfly kisses, and my abdominals contracted against my will.
My hands twisted out of her grasp and lifted, finally flowing over her curves beneath the delicate silk. I was determined as I pulled her closer to me. “It’s my turn now. No more waiting.”
I couldn’t stand another minute of not touching her, worshiping her in return. I sat up and pulled her with me to the head of the bed. I lifted her on top of me until she was straddling my lap as I leaned back on the headboard.
I took my time, pulling the strap of the gown over her shoulder until her left breast was bare. My hand softly teasing the tip, I reached around her waist and pulled her to me, then bent to take it into my mouth. I licked and sucked until she started moaning. I pulled on it with my lips and sucked some more. She smelled of perfume and salt, and tasted like ambrosia on my tongue. Now that I was in control, I could afford to take my time and give back a little of what she’d put me through.
“Uhhmm… Cade,” she murmured as her head fell back. I laved the nipple, sucking, teasing, my tongue pulsing against it as I felt it stiffen and rise in my mouth as my arm wrapped tightly around her waist. Her hair fell like rain over my arm, around her back and I melted. She was everywhere, in my heart, my hands, on my mouth. Yet it wasn’t enough.
I felt my body echo hers as it stiffened even more, throbbing to find release, wound so tight from all of her teasing that I thought I’d explode any second.
My arm tightened around her waist, my mouth still wild on her breast as I drew her lower body tighter against mine. She was sweltering hot and wet. I lifted the fabric of the skirt of her gown, my hand searching for its moist prize.
