By the Book

by Ravyn Wilde

  She got up to get Gray one of her extra scarves and secretly slipped her panties back on while he was turned away from her looking at the items on the tray. She knew that he’d find a feather, a bowl of strawberries, a cup of ice cubes, the scissors and several other items that she’d thought would be fun to try. He wanted to undress her and she wanted him to have the full experience—little thong and all. She went to lie back down on the bed.

  In deep, husky tones Gray talked to her while he covered her eyes and bound her to the bed. “Let’s try one more thing, Joey. I promised you yesterday we’d practice the art of erotic talk. While you are bound, I don’t want you to talk…I want you to feel. But I will describe to you what I am feeling and what the sight of you bound and open to me is doing to my body.”

  Oh, good lord. It was one thing to write sex, and another to have a running commentary while Gray watched her. Well, she guessed since she would be blindfolded, she wouldn’t be able to see him watching. It amazed her that he had no problem with talking about sex. Many writers by nature are introverted, choosing to hole themselves up and concentrate on the imaginary characters instead of live ones. She’d often laughed with her author friends about their shared inhibitions. Putting the words down on paper seemed easy, saying the words became next to impossible.

  She was really very shy but you wouldn’t know that about her from reading her books. Well, she wanted to broaden her experiences and Gray didn’t make her feel foolish doing it, so she might as well take this offered gift of exploration and see what happened. She would have to admit, just the anticipation of what he might do and say aroused her. “Sure, Gray, I‘ll give it a shot,” she whispered.

  With her eyes covered, Joey couldn’t sense where Gray was in the room. He’d moved off the bed and she listened carefully for any movement. Straining to catch any sound or hint of where Gray could be, Joey realized he’d been right. The lack of sight did increased the sensitivity of her other senses.

  “I ‘m standing here, naked, looking at you. I can’t express what it does to me to see your hair wild on the pillow, your body bound and waiting for me to do what I wish to it…knowing you are completely helpless to resist anything I want. And it makes me hard. Hot. I can feel my body tighten, my cock swell and I’m very eager to start touching you. Tasting you.”

  Joey sucked in her breath. Oh, yeah…this could do it for her. Part of her mind became very excited at the prospect of keeping this blindfold on all night, the other part swore. She wanted to see his desire for her, see his gorgeous body as it wept for hers Her mind torn between the two, she decided that for tonight, she’d made her choice.

  More silence. She felt the soft caress of the warm breeze blowing through the bedroom window against her heated skin, and nothing else. The bed moved on her right side and her body rolled into it a little and settled again. The anticipation of his touch drove her crazy. Her skin prickled in goose bumps, crawling with the need to be touched.

  Gray’s voice broke the silence again. “Where do I start, honey? The sight of your pulse beating wild and fast tells me this excites you. I want that little pink tongue in my mouth, instead of darting out to moisten your lips. I can see you’re restless, ready for me to touch you. And make no mistake…we didn’t set a time limit on this exercise. I have a hundred ideas of what I want do with you—to you—and it might take all night and much of tomorrow to satisfy them all.”

  Joey shivered and suppressed a moan. He had warned her when she’d taken him in her mouth that her turn would come. She knew if he accomplished even half of what he contemplated, she would be in for more than she could stand. You would think after all they shared tonight, he wouldn’t sound so hungry for her.

  “I cannot believe how turned on I am to have you vulnerable and open to my every move. But since you already made me come in your mouth, and I’ve spent myself in your tight cunt once tonight, I should have some restraint. I will be able to lick and suck on you until you scream, Joey.”

  Joey felt soft fingers touch her face below the blindfold. Whisper soft strokes traced little patterns over the features of her face not covered by the scarf. She could feel both hands now as he worked his way down her body, touching every inch of her bare skin and even the curves hidden by her dress. The sensation made her restless and she twisted into his touch. Moaned in encouragement.

  Joey drifted in a sensual daze, glorying in every touch. He skimmed every part of her body from her head to the tips of her toes. He spent several minutes stroking the skin spilling over the fabric of her dress. She knew lying on her back would leave her braless breasts barely covered in the low bodice. He tormented the exposed flesh and flicked her nipples through the thin cotton, rubbing them to hard peaks. With his other hand, he cupped her mound, pressing into her and making her wish nothing came between his fingers and her damp skin.

  And he kept up a constant dialogue of how soft her skin felt, how he enjoyed the experience of her through her clothes, how her nipples pressed hard and tight into his palms. The sensations and the words spiked her desire. But they weren’t enough.

  His hands left her body and all the room fell quiet. She moaned and moved in frustration.

  “Don’t move an inch, baby. I am going to cut your dress off. First, I’ll cut the little straps, then through the bodice. There. I think I’ll stop and play with your pretty pink nipples and see how you taste.”

  Joey felt the smooth, cold metal of scissors on her skin as he cut the material a little and ripped the dress just past her chest. The brush of his hand exposed her breasts. She knew he looked at her, prepared to touch her. And he did. Oh lord, he did. He sat beside her and she could feel him, feel his long silky hair sweep teasingly over her arms and across her chest, just as he’d promised her. The sensation of cool hair sliding over her hot skin tickled. Tempted. His hand cupped her breast and he pulled her, pinched her nipples with his fingers. He rolled and flicked the tight nubs and she cried out. Wildly thrashing her head back and forth, she pulled on her hands. The scarves tightened but didn’t give. She gasped, “Gray, please! I can’t take it!”

  “We haven’t even started, sweet. I want to see what your nipples look like after I suck them into my mouth. I bet they stick out straight and hard, that they will swell and turn a darker shade of pink.” He moved his face down to her, the brush of his hair the only warning she had before he enveloped her with hot, wet suction. His tongue flicked first one nipple, then the other. He shifted back and forth between each breast, laving her areolas and then sucking each taut nub into his mouth. He pulled hard and nipped at the tip. The moist sensation of him feasting on her sent a thread of aching need to her core. She could feel the damp moisture pool between her legs and soak her panties. She pulled against her bounds and struggled against his mouth. She wasn’t fighting to get away. She wanted to hold him to her and guarantee the sensations wouldn’t end.

  “Don’tstopdon’tstop, Graaaay!” she wept in disappointed frustration when he released her nipple with a pop and moved away from her. She immediately stilled her cries when she felt him take hold of the sides of her dress and rip it down past her stomach. He didn’t bother to pull the torn garment out from under her; he just buried his face in her stomach. He started sucking in bits of skin, and then biting her. It would sting and he would lave the small hurt away with his tongue. The small pleasure-pain would shoot to her pussy, causing her inner muscles to contract and more liquid heat to gather between her thighs. He spent several minutes intent on ravaging her belly button.

  Once again he pulled away from her and she cried out. He picked up the edges of the dress and ripped it in half. This time, he pulled the torn dress from beneath her. Leaving her naked—with only the shocking pink thong covering her pussy, and the white blindfold over her eyes. She heard him suck in a sharp breath.

  Gray groaned low in his throat at the shock of discovering she’d put back on the thong. The sight of the woman spread and bound before him was an incredible feast for his sens
es. God, how could she think she looked average? Gray couldn’t take his eyes off her and he went into great detail telling Joey how her skin flushed all apricot tan and sun-kissed and how it felt as smooth as velvet. He told her how her breasts made two perfect swollen mounds with little strawberry pink nipples hardened into ripe little berries.

  As he continued to describe what he saw, he skimmed his hands over her flesh. He explained how he adored the little pooch on her otherwise smooth stomach and enjoyed the feel of the rounded curves of her supple hips. In detail, he described how her legs were just right to either wrap around his body or drape over his shoulders. Even her toes were sexy and cute he told her, tipped as they were in sky blue nail polish.

  With her legs spread wide, he could see every bit of her except what the bright pink thong strained to cover. Her entire body blushed when he described the glistening moisture on the silk of her thong, how the plump, pink folds of her pussy overflowed the little scrap of fabric, and what the sight did to him. “Where to start?” he wondered aloud. Thinking of what he wanted to do to her sent a shiver of hot awareness through his veins. Pulsing blood moved through his body with molten heat and caused his cock to swell. He fleetingly entertained the wish that she were bound in his bed. That she was his. He shook the errant thought away. Ridiculous. They didn’t know each other well enough for such thoughts. A tourist on vacation in Hawaii would be leaving soon. He couldn’t lose sight of the fact that she was a temporary visitor. His to enjoy for tonight and, with luck, the rest of her time here. He knew he didn’t want his time with her to end. Yet.

  He began tormenting every part of her body with the feather she’d left on the tray. Using it first to brush across her lips and then trail down her neck to her breasts, he spent several minutes using it to flick and tease her nipples and then to play hide and seek with her belly button.

  Very carefully he cut the side of her thong and pulled it away. Using the feather to circle and sweep over her clit, he knew the sensation must have been teasing every nerve ending as she cried out to beg him for more. “Harder,” she demanded, frustration evident in her tone. “Touch me harder.”

  Gray ignored her demands and pressed one palm just over her mound to keep her hips from thrashing so he could put the feather right where he wanted it. He dipped and swirled the tip in her juices, painting her folds with her own secretions. When he could see she was just about ready to come, he changed tactics.

  This time, he reached for the ice. He used it to wet her lips and let her suck the piece into her mouth. Grabbing another piece of ice between his fingers, he used a light touch to tease over the protruding nubs of her nipples, making them tighten even further. The cold, tormenting sensation caused her to moan and toss in sensual agony. When he could stand the tempting sight of her body no longer, he took a piece of the ice into his mouth and bent to her breast. The combination of melting ice and the hot heat of her flesh drove him mad.

  At this point she started begging in earnest. “Please…pleaseohpleaseohmygod, Gray!”

  He released her nipple with a little popping sound and took a long gulp of melted ice water. If it wasn’t for his own body’s demands he could keep this up all night. He wanted to keep this up all night. He looked at the glass in his hand and held it against his crotch. Ahhh…the instant shock of cold to his flesh would do it for a bit. He told Joey in excruciating detail what he’d done with the cup of ice and how he hoped it would prolong her torment as he took another ice cube in his mouth and moved to kneel between her legs. He grabbed an extra pillow and, with a gentle move, shifted her up to place it under her hips. He lowered his head…

  And feasted on her flesh.

  Joey decided she would die on the spot from heart failure. Gray showed her no mercy… She wasn’t sure she could take any more of his erotic torment. The shocking cold ice forced her brain to shut down and she struggled to separate the pleasure-pain of the ice from the intense heated pleasure of his mouth. The ever-changing onslaught kept her on edge and captivated between the competing sensations. The blindfold prevented her from knowing what he would do next and every nerve screamed with expectation.

  When his mouth wasn’t on her, his hands were. And he would tell her what her body did to him, what he loved about her body. He told her how his body hurt, how his cock pulsed with demand, how he wanted to grind his flesh into hers. The words wound around her, adding to the tormenting arousal. She wanted to come. But every time she thought she would climax, he lightened his touch, or used the ice to cool her down, or stopped for a few minutes. God, she was so close.

  The feel of his mouth on her, licking and sucking, and the ice melting into her core drove her higher. “Pleasefuckme,” she begged him. The cold was an almost pain, but it just made the heat of his mouth that much sweeter. Oh, so close. “Ahhhhhhh,” she moaned, on the brink of release.

  He stopped again.

  “Noooo. Damn you, Gray!”

  “I haven’t even touched the strawberries, or the whipped cream, or the chocolate,” he murmured wickedly against her inner thigh.

  Big mistake—there were way too many choices on the tray. She didn’t like the silence.

  “Gray, just forget about the tray and fuck me!” Once more her body started to calm a little…frustrating the hell out of her.

  Again, he ignored her demands and started from the top as he crushed strawberries in his hand to decorate her chest, filled her belly button with whipped cream, and drizzled chocolate over her using his fingers as a paintbrush. Then he started licking.

  And this time he let her come. And come. Her orgasms ran together like a string of pearls. She’d passed the point of being feral eons ago. After the fireworks and thunder climax of her life, he let her rest. With gentle fingers he untied her blindfold and went into the bathroom, returning with a warm washrag and a dry towel. With a few efficient strokes, he cleaned her off. Then he curled up against her on the bed and held her while she put the pieces of her shattered mind into some sort of order.

  When she could talk, she whispered to him, “Untie me, Gray. I need you inside me.” He looked at her with such tender caring, she wanted one more thing—him. She needed him buried inside her so deep there would be no telling where she ended and he began. She could feel the hard ridge of his erection push into her thigh. He kissed her, their mouths moving together for long, sweet moments in time. Then he pulled back and her gaze traveled the length of his body. From his chiseled jaw…to the tight muscles of his chest. His body gleamed with a light coating of sweat. Her gaze dropped further and his cock pushed out and bobbed with need. Oh, baby! Just looking at him made her muscles clench in eagerness, the sight enough to make her all set to start again. And if the jutting shaft provided any indication, he was ready too.

  Gray reached over and pulled first one and then the other scarf off her wrists and then he leaned back and did the same thing for her legs. They were a little sore from being held in one position while her every muscle strained to their limit, but she ignored the feeling.

  This time their lovemaking was slow. So incredibly sweet and gentle that Joey’s climax brought tears to her eyes.

  Chapter Eleven

  At some point during the night, they stirred enough to shower and move into one of the spare bedrooms. Slipping into a bed with clean sheets, they tumbled together, back into a deep sleep. Gray woke up first, with Joey’s body entangled with his. He kept still for several minutes just holding her, watching her slumber. When he realized what he was doing, it worried him. Getting pleasure from watching a woman sleep could not possibly be the actions of a man interested in simple lust… This was holding and wanting to keep. He needed to think about what he wanted, really wanted, from Joey.

  In slow motion, he pulled out of her arms, careful not to wake her. He decided to run home and shower and change. He didn’t need to work today. Or at least, what little he did need to do could be done on his laptop. He would grab it and, while Joey wrote, he would do a little work as well
. Then maybe this afternoon they could go for a drive or go out to dinner.

  He took a quick detour into town for lattes and muffins. He debated for a minute the wisdom of also bringing Joey a tropical bouquet. He wasn’t sure if it would alert her to the fact that he was thinking about more than helping her with her research. Oh, hell! He wanted to bring her flowers—he just wouldn’t worry about what they meant. It would be ridiculous to second-guess everything. So he changed his plans to include a stop in his garden, where he gathered several stalks of bird-of-paradise for her before heading down the hill.

  When he got back to her house, he found her still sleeping. Displayed in a boneless sprawl across the bed, her nude body was a temptation he couldn’t resist. Didn’t want to resist. God, she’s beautiful. The lush vision of wild russet-colored hair, sun-kissed skin and lush curves lay there just waiting for him. He bent over her to trail the pad of one finger over the firm high peak of a breast. Even asleep, her body reacted to his touch, the pale pink nipple tightening into hard nubs.

  Finding a vase and putting the flowers in water, he debated for all of five seconds whether he should wake her and give her the latte he’d brought or let it grow cold and arouse her in his own special way. The coffee could be warmed up in the microwave. He stretched, shifted…hot and ready for her now. Change of plans.

  Decision made, he stripped off his clothes and slid into the bed next to her and took her in his arms.

  Joey woke as Gray pulled her out of the blankets.

  “Morning, sleepyhead,” he whispered into her ear and then proceeded to nuzzle her neck.

  “Ummm. Morning,” she mumbled. “What are you doing?”