Arousal

by A. C. Rose

  He took my right foot in his hand and raised it to his mouth and kissed it. The look on his face was primal and wild as he pulled my toes into his mouth. He kept his eyes on mine as he sucked them. His gaze was still on me as he ran his tongue along the arch, and licked my heel. He took hold of my other foot and did the same. I could see his hardness springing from his pants as his mouth returned to the top of my foot and he slid his tongue between my toes. I never knew my foot was an erogenous zone, but apparently it was—for us both.

  Soft groans rolled out of me on each breathy pant. I felt like a cat in heat.

  “Allison,” he said, eyes glazed with desire. “Open your legs for me, baby.”

  I opened. And I fantasized that my female parts were like a magnet, capable of drawing him to me and sucking him inside of me. I wanted him that bad.

  He slid his finger up my leg to my inner thigh. He touched my panties.

  “These are soaked through,” he said, awe and desire on his face. He seemed to be in a bit of a sex stupor.

  “I know.” I wanted to wrap my legs around his neck and tug him on to me.

  “I am going to touch your arousal. Just to feel it. That’s all.” He closed his eye for a moment as if to get a grip on his own desire.

  “Okay,” I said, although I wanted to plead with him to make me come.

  “Last night, I almost lost it,” he said moving his finger to the sensitive flesh where the elastic from my panties rested. “I came so close to fucking you. Too close.” He slid under the material and found his way between my lips. This time he touched my clit and hovered over it for a moment.

  “That feels so good.” The words slipped out as a loud groan.

  “Oh my, Ms. Monroe,” he said playfully. “Your arousal has made your clitoris very swollen. It must be very sensitive.”

  “It is,” I said, panting. I lifted myself up on my elbows, watching his every move. I wanted him to lose his pants and find me with his penis.

  His finger moved over my clit. That part of my body had grown fond of his touch. I could only imagine how good it would be if he stayed there and massaged it ever so gently. Now that I knew what his touch could do to me, I craved it even more. I wanted to press into him, but he quickly moved his finger through my folds, reaching my opening. He looked into my eyes as he did this. I bit my lip again, wondering how deep he would go this time.

  He slipped his finger in an inch. And then a little more, and stopped. His breath was labored and I could literally see sweat on his brow.

  “Oh God, I have to press into you.” His control was cracking. But he paused and took a deep breath. “Stay still for a minute.”

  “Please, Nicolai. Please.” I wanted him to plunge into me as if he were making a porn movie. I needed to feel him, deep. My hips began to gyrate as if by their own accord.

  He pushed his other hand on my hip to hold me down, but I couldn’t help the clenching of my muscles below. It would be so easy for him to make me come.

  “Your arousal is beautiful,” he said, going deeper. “I can feel how much you want me. I can imagine what it might feel like when you squeeze your muscles around my cock.”

  I couldn’t help it. I forced myself down onto his finger to try to suck him in deeper with my grip. He quickly slid it out of me and brought it to his mouth.

  “So delicious,” he said, keeping his gaze on mine.

  I was so close to the edge. Too aroused. He walked to the side of the counter to help me up. He couldn’t even get his hips flush against it because of his jutting erection. I wanted to reach down and free him, and take him out of the confines of his pants as I did last night. What can two people do after such an intimate experience, other than fuck their brains out? I hoped that’s where this was leading, but he took control of the moment and broke the sex spell with an announcement, “We’re going for a swim.”

  Was he fucking kidding? “I don’t have a suit. “

  “I know.” He winked and helped me off the counter. Then he paused, leaning his back against the cool marble. He closed his eyes again, and tried to calm his breathing.

  I reached out and touched his cock. I couldn’t help myself. I moved my hand from the base to the tip, and rubbed it through his pants. And, for a moment, he let me. Then he opened his eyes and pulled my body against his. “No matter what, promise you won’t try to will this inside you,” he said, grabbing my hips and pulling me closer to his erection.

  “We’re here, and you’re hard, and I am going to jump out of my skin with hunger for you,” I whispered it into his ear. “Why get this turned on just to turn it off?”

  “There’s a reason we have to wait, and you know it too.” He took a deep breath, stood up straight, and, with his knee, gently backed my hips a few inches away from his cock. “I know now that if I lose control I will blow this whole thing with you. I cannot lose control.”

  Taking my hand and leading me from the kitchen, he swung open the back doors to a gorgeous pool. It was an enclosed and private area, complete with lush foliage, a slide, a built in bar, and a waterfall. It also had a small grotto area. The pool was like something you’d find on a tropical island resort or on a show about the rich and famous. I expected there to be a floating bed in the middle.

  “Keep your underwear on,” he said.

  I enjoyed the show as he stripped out of his shirt and pants down to a pair of skintight navy boxer-brief swimwear with an orange trim. The drawstring fell from the waist and was set right against the spectacular V of his abs. They hugged his muscular legs and ass. His still-hard cock was pressing against the thin nylon material. Oh. My. God.

  The night before I’d touched him in the dim lit restaurant. This was the first time I had ever seen the outline so clearly, and I couldn’t take my eyes off it. If it was ultimately meant to be mine, why was he making it so difficult for me to claim it? Arousal and orgasms without penetration was beginning to get to me. Maybe it was getting to him too? He looked at me with those intense blue eyes and let me see his desire. I wondered if I could somehow make his cock slip inside of me in the pool, even accidentally.

  He must have read my dirty mind. “Were going to swim and enjoy the pool together. That’s all.”

  “Why don’t we have orgasms today, like we did yesterday?” I pouted. “That was fun.”

  “Because I almost went too far with you.” I took a look at his muscular form, and his physical beauty, and his massive hard-on, and considered the irony of my predicament: we were nearly naked and obviously filled with desire but we couldn’t have sex.

  “It’s never too far when you are consenting adults.” I moved closer, pressing myself against his hardness.

  “You are always so adorable when you are arguing your case for me slipping my penis inside you.” He reached his hand out to touch my cheek and kissed me. “Let’s get into the pool, shall we?”

  He dove in from the deeper end and I waded in from the steps in the shallow part. The pool was warm and the water smelled good, not at all like chlorine and chemicals.

  He swam over to me and lifted me in his arms, his cock inches below my lady parts. The sky had gotten a little grayish, but it was warm. The sun was poking through the clouds. I wanted his penis to poke through his trunks and into me.

  “Is it wrong that I desire your cock?” I asked it point blank. “And that I am hoping you will have pool sex with me.”

  “On the contrary, I am happy this is the case,” he said, grabbing my hips and pulling me up a little higher. “Desire is helping us develop mutual affection. I mean, do you feel some affection for me now, whereas you thought I was crazy two and a half days ago?”

  “Well, since you put it that way, yes.” He had a point. When I first saw him, it was more like blind animal attraction. Now it was conscious, although still animal attraction. But I also liked his personality more than I did that first night. He had a softer side, and he was a good listener when he wasn’t bossing me around or charming the pants off me.
/>   “This shit is real, my love. And it is moving us where we need to go.”

  “Okay, but—”

  I was about to argue for insertion, but he winked that sexy wink and took off to do fifteen full laps across the length of his rather long pool. I guess that is how he was going to deal with his concerns about losing control—swim it off. Meanwhile, I stood there watching his perfect form move gracefully and powerfully through the water, and fantasized about pulling his bathing suit off of him. I’d never seen anyone so well-sculpted. If he had the discipline to create a body like that, I guess he had the discipline not to have sex with me simply because his penis was hard.

  He came back to me soon enough and seemed a little more relaxed in the lower regions. Well, at least he didn’t have that look of crazy desire in his eyes. And I had cooled off a little too. I was touched to think he’d left my side to swim for twenty minutes and I missed him. He took me in his arms, lifted me, and encouraged me to wrap my legs around him, which surprised me as it meant I would be that much closer to his forbidden parts. But I was willing to be close to him in any way I could.

  He was taller than me, and my frame was on the petite side, so it was—easy for him to lift me and let me wrap my legs around him. That way he could take us to the deeper end; otherwise, the water would be over my head had I been standing on my own. He walked around the heated pool with me and gave me a tour of the lush environment. This was the first time we had true bare chest on chest contact. The feel of our exposed flesh pressed together, and warm water rushing around my lower parts, was delicious.

  He moved us in to the romantic grotto area, which was like a cave with built in seats of stone against the walls. I could hear a waterfall just around the bend. This pool went on forever.

  Nicolai leaned himself against the wall and held me tight. I relaxed into him and rested my cheek against his. We held that position for a long time. His heart was beating against mine and our breathing was in sync. That, and the sound of the waterfall, lulled me into a peaceful meditation of sorts. I focused on my breath, and the sensation of our beating hearts. I began to feel very calm and connected to him. Maybe we were both throbbing from arousal, but it seemed we were sharing the same pulse and heartbeat.

  “It feels good, doesn’t it, to be held in the safety of my arms?” He whispered in my ear.

  “Yes, but—”

  “But it scares you. I know. It’s hard for you to believe this is real. And I admit, before I laid eyes on you, there were times when it was hard for me to believe. But here we are.”

  “I’m still not sure exactly what this is, but we have something between us. I feel it. And it’s not just your throbbing manhood.” I laughed and kissed his cheek.

  “As uncomfortable as it is to feel turned on around the clock, it is a lot more comfortable than feeling like you might be falling in love. Am I right?” He took my chin in hand and looked at me warmly while still holding me against him with one strong arm.

  The waterfall around the bend sounded louder, or maybe it was my heart beating and pulse racing.

  “Yes, that is true.” I abandoned the idea of ever falling in love when I was young. Maybe he was smart enough to know pressing me in that direction would make me run the opposite way, unless he held my erotic interest. “But it works both ways, right? Maybe sex is your second language, too.”

  “Touché.” He lowered his hand from my face and wrapped both arms tighter around me. Water splashed around us as our bodies slapped together. “Has my strategy been bad? To keep you on edge, filled with desire, and intrigued enough to keep coming back. I sensed it may help you to feel safer and maybe allow you to develop feelings for me in the course of—”

  “—Wanting to fuck your brains out?” I blushed a little as I looked into his eyes. “Hmmm, you seem to think you know me pretty well.” But it was true.

  “Let me ask you this, if I dropped you off home today and said I will leave you alone from now on, what would you say?”

  “I would say, ‘Like hell you will.’” The idea of not being with him was upsetting to me.

  He smiled. “Well, at least you’ve come this far in your affections for me. That’s progress. At least you’re not tossing my coat back at me and telling me the conversation between us is over.”

  “Wow, that happened, didn’t it?” It seemed so long ago that we were on that terrace. I felt differently now and was invested in seeing how things might turn out.

  “It feels like a long time ago, no?” He kissed the spot on my forehead between my eyes and lingered there an extra moment. “I hope things are making more sense. Or at least that you are less mad at me.”

  “Things do seem a little clearer after today.” I sighed. “Do you realize we’re having the longest, ongoing relationship talk ever for two people who barely know each other?”

  “There’s much to discuss in any relationship, no?” He laughed and kissed the top of my head. “Ours is just condensed, more like boot camp.” It touched me that he thought I was worth so much time and energy.

  “You were so smug and arrogant when we met.” The words rolled out of my mouth. “Now you seem … nice.”

  “Oh, I don’t want to be too nice,” he said. “I’m sure you would have no use for a puppy dog.”

  He was right. I loved that he was an alpha dog, herding our romantic connection along. Left to my own devices, I would have never gotten this far with him. If not for his leader of the pack-type personality, I may have missed getting to know him. I certainly would have never gotten to experience how powerfully I could crave another person. Or how impossibly turned on I could become.

  “Whatever this is between us,” I said with a sigh, ”I remain a quivering mess of sensitive nerve endings.”

  He pulled me tighter into his embrace, and he pressed his hardness against my leg. “Trust me, you are not alone on that.”

  I tried to slide down to rest myself against him. He let me get halfway there. Then he quickly separated us.

  “Okay, that’s enough for date three. I am taking you home.”

  “I now officially hate hearing those words,” I complained, shocking myself with a mini-diatribe on arousal without insertion. “What you mean is, ‘I am taking you home and not sleeping with you, once again. I am taking you home wet and wanton, so you can have dreams of me fucking you in the night.’”

  That crazed look was in his eyes again. Instead of moving away from me, he pulled me close and kissed me. His mouth opened wide on mine and his tongue went deep. He was thrusting into me, possessing me with his mouth. I had to catch my breath when it was over.

  “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you,” he said, moving his hands to take hold of my upper arms. “It’s torture for me, too. Don’t think I haven’t had to jerk off for three days, even after you did it for me last night. I want to be inside you so bad, I just … oh, fuck it.”

  I was stunned when he quickly detached me from his waist and rolled my underwear off my hips and let them float away. Then he lifted me up against the stone bench in the grotto. Gazing intently into my eyes, he slipped his finger inside me. I moaned.

  “Still so fucking wet,” he breathed. “You’re so endlessly wet and ready. Why am I waiting? You want me to fuck you, right?”

  “Yes.” I leaned back on the stone, pressing my legs apart.

  “Well, I’m losing control,” he said. “I’m going to have to give you what you want. If I take you right here, will you promise to be mine, again, for tomorrow? Do you promise you’ll still want me?”

  A wave of panic rose from within as I thought of my normal reaction to good sex—to lose interest, immediately, and never see the person again.

  “No.” I pressed my hand to his chest and pushed him away. “Don’t do it.”

  I lifted off the ledge and swam away. He came after me, and with his long legs and arms, caught me almost instantly. We stood in the shallower end of the pool. The water was up to my shoulders and up to his chest. />
  “What are you saying?” he asked, running his fingers through his wet hair. His gaze probed mine.

  “If we have sex, I’ll lose interest,” I admitted, lowering my head. “And I … I’m not ready for this to be over. I don’t want to … lose you.” There, I’d said it.

  He leaned in and held my forearms so that I couldn’t drift away. His eyes were still deeply connected to mine. “All right, then,” he finally said, gently letting me go. “Let’s cool down and dry off. “

  I grabbed my floating panties and took them as we departed from the pool. I rested them on a patio chair to dry.

  As soon as the cool air hit, I realized we had been out there a long time. He wrapped me in a warm, fluffy towel and held me close, tucking my head under his chin in an affectionate embrace. I felt cared for. When he took a moment to dry himself off, I started shivering in the cooler late afternoon air. He grabbed a remote control and pushed a button that lit a nearby outdoor fire pit to warm us up. He pressed another button that turned on music that played from an outdoor sound system.

  “Have a dance with me, Ms. Monroe.” The night we met I told him I thought relationships should include dancing. It dawned on me that we’d danced every day since then. I guess he did pay attention. Perhaps his attentiveness was not all about control. Maybe he wanted me to be happy?

  Keeping the towel around me, he pulled me to him, pressing my naked breasts against his chest. The song was a mellow version of Chaka Kahn’s, “Through the Fire.” It was a tune about wanting someone and being ready to go for it.

  We weren’t dancing as much as we were pressed together, seeking more contact. He held my body so close to his. When the song came to an end, we were both still holding on. Tightly.

  Chapter Thirteen

  My body was glued to his and I didn’t want it to end. He was right. I loved being in the safety of his arms. Moving around to music together was an act of intimacy. No man had danced with me this way. He held me like he meant it.