Beyond Touched

by Ashley Logan

  “Dysfunctional?” he says, watching my lips. “You have a little chocolate,” he whispers.

  I dart my tongue to the side he’s staring at. “I get it?”

  Leaning in, he flicks the corner of my mouth with his tongue. I don’t flinch or recoil in horror at his lack of questioning before he did it. I wanted it. Courting his tongue with mine, I invite him inside.

  Damon comes slowly. At first I think he’s resisting me, but I soon realize he’s restraining himself. Pulling back slightly after every subtle, sensual pass, he keeps from traveling too deep, as if the shallows are the safest place to keep me. My body aches for the deep, but when I move to draw him deeper, Damon pulls right back.

  “We’re not having sex,” Damon says hoarsely, as if warning himself more than telling me - but then, why say it out loud?

  “So, that’s a ‘no’ on orgasmic rewards?”

  “I didn’t say that,” he says, taking my mouth in another of his tender kisses. I try to ask what he means, but he keeps my lips too happy to stop and chat. When they’re finally free, I have lost the ability to form words, because his soft lips and tickle-y bristles are moving down my neck and there is nibbling involved. With a sigh of contentment, I lean my head away so he can lavish more wondrous attention on me.

  He whispers against my skin and I feel my name, rather than hear it. The resultant shiver travels the course of my spine and flows out to my toes. Damon moans softly and his lips make their way back to mine, nipping, sucking and licking as he threatens to deepen the kiss.

  Kissing him back with enthusiasm, I find myself leaning further and further into him. It doesn’t really make sense that I should be able to lean so far, until I realize he’s been moving back with me and is now half under me. Scooping my lower half up, he brings his long legs up onto the couch and re-settles me on top of him, never breaking his gentle, teasing kiss.

  Stretching my body over his now that he’s lying beneath me, I soak in every point of contact as I swallow another of his moans. It makes me hungry for more and I set about making him moan again by running a hand through his hair and down his neck. Damon doesn’t disappoint, gasping against my mouth this time as his body shudders under my fingertips. His erection strains against me and he curses under his breath as he tucks his arms beneath him; always so good at keeping to the no touching rule.

  Sitting up, I pull my sweater over my head as he stares at me.

  “We should keep our clothes on,” he whispers when I drop it on the floor. “I’m trying to keep this make out session from going R18.”

  “You don’t want me to take this t-shirt off?” I ask, already pulling it over my head. “I want you to take yours off,” I say, yanking it up to reveal his stomach. My eyes flash from his abs to his eyes and I bite my lip. “What are the rules of a teenage make-out session? Can we be topless as long as we don’t get bottomless?”

  Damon’s eyes travel from my bra to the skirt that has bunched at my hips like a thick belt. “You don’t have any bottoms on,” he says in a strained voice.

  “But you do. Can we take your top off? What are the rules?”

  “My pants stay on at all costs,” he declares, breathing hard and closing his eyes. “Let’s see... um, high school thoughts. Baseball. Home run is out of the question. Third base... I don’t have any fingers, and you hate that, so no problem there. Second base is boobs, but I can’t touch with hands, so yes - to being topless and taking my shirt off. Mainly it’s kissing, nuzzling and grinding, fuck. I don’t remember making out being this hot when I was a teenager.”

  Tugging on his shirt, I get him to sit up beneath me so I can pull it off him. “Maybe you were always wanting it to lead to sex so you were always focused on the end goal, and now that you’re avoiding the goal, the game becomes more interesting.”

  “You’re so fucking smart,” he whispers, sealing my mouth with his and setting my skin ablaze with his warmth. Pressing myself against his chest, I utter a tiny, approving whimper as Damon rumbles a louder one and lowers us back to the couch.

  My fingers run through his hair and over his beard, admiring his jawline beneath. Even a beard can’t hide the strength of his bone structure. Damon has the jaw of a classic hero, a hard hero’s body that feels great beneath me, and a brain that makes every minute with him interesting. How did I get so lucky?

  Running my hands over his strong shoulders and down his arms, I feel every muscle he uses to hold me without needing to own me. My touch lightens as I get to the end of his arms and I trail my fingertips over his stumps. Yanking them away from me, he tucks them beneath himself. I pull back from our kiss.

  “Sorry. Did I hurt you?”

  With a small shake of his head, he resumes the kiss and does something very distracting in the pelvic department. Meeting his tilt, I gasp a little as I feel his erection notch into place between my legs. A pair of pants does little to disguise his desire, or his size, and I can’t seem to keep myself from moving against him, imagining how good it would feel to have him inside me.

  Moaning into my mouth again, Damon ducks his head to one side, kisses my neck and grazes his beard along my tender skin. Involuntarily, my body presses into him and it feels amazing. The heat, the hard. Looking down, I see my breasts pressing into him in a way that makes them balloon and it is hot! I move against him again, sensing it’s just as good for him.

  I have never ‘dry-humped’ anyone. It was never really an option to me, but if this is how it is, I like it. I don’t know how dry it is, given the state of me, but I like it.

  “This is what high school kids do before actually committing to sex?”

  “Some,” Damon whispers against my neck, sending a tremor through me that travels straight to my clit as it rocks against him. “Mmm. You feel so good,” he says, that strong jaw clenching a little as he seeks to control himself.

  “You feel good,” I correct him, unable to keep myself from rocking into him now. It’s as if my body senses what’s around the corner and can’t keep from seeking it out. Like some obsessed detective, my body won’t rest until it’s proved its theory. “I’m making your crotch wet.”

  “That’s so fucking hot,” he whispers, kissing me with renewed intensity as his chest moves rapidly beneath me. My own breathing has sped up without notice and I have to pull back from the kiss to gasp for air. As my panting lifts me from his face, it exposes my breasts to him more. Making the most of the opportunity, Damon’s nose trails along the lace of my bra cup and before I know it, he’s nudged it down and taken me into his mouth.

  I gasp and his eyes flick up to mine. Whatever he sees written on my face, it makes him smile. I don’t even get a chance to appreciate just how sexy it is to see this man grinning at me whilst still attached to my breast, because he does something with his tongue at the same time his dick strains between my legs and my eyes practically roll back in my head.

  My breathing is out of control and so is the rest of my body. With his erection bumping against my opening and my clit grinding him above, I’m about one sexy thought away from coming and if he does that thing to my nipple one more time, I’m a goner.

  “Damon,” I pant, drawing my breast from his hot mouth.

  “Alexa,” he whispers in response as his lips trail back up my neck.

  It’s almost enough to set me off, but I force my hips to still, even though I now realize Damon has been keeping a baseline of motion beneath me that is keeping me up on the edge. “I didn’t know this was possible.”

  “Anything is possible with you,” he whispers, somehow creating another subtle wave beneath me, reminding my body of all its hyper-alert parts.

  “Come with me then?”

  Damon stills beneath me.

  “Your pants will need to go in the laundry anyway,” I say, moving against him in an effort to convince him, but only serving to heighten my own arousal. “Please?” I utter with a touch of desperation as I find myself traveling toward climax with little chance of being able to
refrain.

  “You are the most beautiful woman,” he utters as my thighs close tightly around his rock hard dick and I continue to move, chasing the orgasm that was so close only a moment ago. I almost panic when I can’t find it. How could I lose it?

  Damon’s lips find mine and with gentle flicks of his tongue, he pulls me back into a dazed rhythm of calm in which my body remembers all of its previous, hungry sensations. Moving without conscious thought, my body renews its acquaintance with Damon’s. Every connection between us sparks back to life and more. I try to notice the changes in his body as much as mine, but it’s impossible. Every time I hear his breathing hitch, the sound of his pleasure intensifies my own and it’s all I can do to feel him; all of him, everywhere.

  “Damon,” I whisper as I begin drifting beyond the line of return; a balloon with nothing to keep it from floating away in the next breeze.

  “I’m with you, Alexa.” His lips are on my neck, just below my ear. He breathes the words into my skin and I soak them up with a pleasurable gasp as every sensation becomes too much to ignore; his breath, his lips, his beard, his firm chest and thumping heart that matches my own. His heat surrounds me. The smell of his bare skin and the salty tang of its shine add to the pressure building between my thighs as I clutch him hard against my sex. Burying my face in his neck, I feel my breath catch and quiver as much as the sensation between my legs as I twitch against his length uncontrollably.

  “Oh, Alexa,” he cries in a hoarse whisper as one of his arms bands low across the back of my hips, keeping me in place as I continue to shudder against his dick. His own breathing catches and he stiffens beneath me, unleashing a low, guttural moan. Releasing the grip of my thighs, I relax onto him, just lying there, listening to our breathing start to even out.

  Eventually, Damon shifts beneath me and shudders. “I need a shower.”

  “Mmm. Me too.”

  “You want to come in with me? There’s plenty of room,” he says, propping himself up on his elbows as I sit up on him. Considering him carefully, I nod.

  “It’ll be another first for me.”

  “I’m not rushing you?” he says quickly, his face becoming concerned. I shake my head.

  “You’re teaching me how enjoyable a relationship can be,” I reply, testing the word out to see if it fits.

  “I care deeply for your education,” he says with an adorable grin. Wrapping his arm across my hips, he stands with me still attached to him and carries me to the bathroom.

  There is definitely plenty of room. The shower is huge - big enough for half a sports team, though maybe not a football squad. Damon sets me down and turns on the water.

  “What are you thinking about?” he asks, and I realize he’s studying my face.

  “How many players in a football team?”

  Laughing, he checks the temperature of the water. “American football, rugby football, or soccer football?”

  “I don’t really know. Which one would have about six if you halved it?”

  “Soccer,” he says with another laugh. “Why are you thinking about half a dozen ball players?”

  “I think that’s how many would fit in your shower.”

  Eying the glass wall that keeps the water from spraying all over the floor, Damon shakes his head. “If they wanted to be really close, maybe,” he says with a laugh before looking at his pants. Looking up with a goofy kind of face, he looks around the bathroom. “Do you need a minute alone or anything?”

  Shaking my head, I shimmy out of my skirt and bra. Damon watches, with wide eyes.

  “What? You’ve seen it all before and I’m going to shower naked,” I remind him as I loop my hair up into a bun on the top of my head.

  “I just forget sometimes that you are very comfortable stripping off.” Looking down at his pants again, Damon bites the corner of his bottom lip. “I’m a little more self-conscious, having just jizzed in my pants like a pubescent boy.”

  “You want me to turn around while you get in?” I ask, already turning my back to him. “Your bodily fluids don’t bother me, but if it makes you feel more comfortable, I’ll wait.”

  “I’m in now,” he says at the same time as I hear the sound of the water change.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  DAMON

  I’m not sure that I should have suggested showering together. I don’t know if I’m ready for it. Alexa steps into the spray beside me, looking up for direction.

  “I have a confession,” I say with a gulp. “This is a first for me too.”

  Her eyes widen in surprise. “You’ve never showered with a woman before?”

  “Um...” Looking at the ceiling, I shrug. “I’ve been showered by women before. I was post-surgery and couldn’t do it myself yet. This is different. Obviously.”

  “Because you chose it?” she asks, stepping closer. Some of the water that runs down her breasts falls from her nipples like tiny waterfalls and flows down my own skin.

  “Uh yeah,” I manage to stammer out as my eyes find hers. “Also, the nurses weren’t naked in the water with me.”

  Blinking slowly, her eyes curve up with her smile. “I think I like that we’re sharing a first,” she says, closing her eyes and tilting her neck to let the water run over her in a new, yet similarly fascinating way. I can’t seem to pull my eyes away from the drops on her skin as they grow and get too heavy to keep from sliding down her smooth skin.

  “Me too,” I whisper, unable to keep the hunger from my voice. Her eyes snap open. “I won’t touch you Alexa,” I assure her as her eyes drop to my growing dick. “I just appreciate what I’m looking at.”

  Her eyes return to my face, dark and intense. “What if I want you to touch me?” she asks, her voice carrying a hint of the same husk as mine had had as her fingers trail down my arm and begin lifting it towards her.

  “You don’t,” I say firmly, moving my arms behind me, folding them behind my back.

  Her eyebrows dip a bit as she thinks about that.

  “I don’t know if you said that because maybe you know me better than I know myself,” she says slowly. “I don’t know if that’s true, but it feels true sometimes when you do things that make my body happier than I knew it could be. But maybe you said it because you worry that I’ll react badly to a man touching me, or that I’ll feel differently about us if I can’t get past it. Maybe you said it because you’re suggesting you wouldn’t be able to keep yourself from taking it further because you like what you see, but that would defy the current no-sex agreement and you don’t want to be the one to break that. Or maybe you don’t actually want to touch me...”

  “Alexa?” Looking up from my chest, where she has been staring as she thinks aloud, she blinks at me expectantly, as if I have the answers she seeks.

  “I have a genuine desire to touch you, and while I’m not entirely certain of the precise events that could follow me touching you, I can say with clarity that I’m not ready for it.”

  It will repel, or even repulse you and I don’t want to see the look of disgust on your beautiful face, because I love the way you’re looking at me right now. I’m strong enough to carry whatever you need me to, but I’m not strong enough to lose you forever.

  Staring at me blankly a moment, her eyes then travel my body. “May I touch you?”

  “Any time it pleases you,” I say with a relieved smile, denying the urge to gather her into my arms.

  She turns to view my shelf of cleansing options. “Was it hard?” she asks, pumping some shower gel into her hand and rubbing it all over her body. I can only watch appreciatively, and when she rinses off and is still waiting for my response, I can’t even remember the question.

  “Huh?”

  Rolling her eyes, she shakes her head and pumps more gel into her hand. “Was it hard to feel so helpless?” she asks, rubbing her hands together before reaching up and running them over my shoulders. “Turn around.”

  Doing as I’m told, I brace my arms against the tiled wall as Ale
xa’s hands glide over my back in slow, sensual, sweeping movements. Cursing under my breath as my dick jerks up again, I press my forehead against the tile too. “Well it sure never felt as good as this,” I manage to say as she moves closer.

  Her breasts press against my back as her hands slide around me, stroking their bubbly film over my chest and stomach and lower... Sucking in a breath as her slippery hands explore me in the hottest shower I’ve ever had, I wonder if I could ever return the favor and worship her in a similar way.

  “Alexa?”

  “Mmhmm?” she asks, sounding happy in her activity as she moves down one of my legs.

  “Ah! Did you just bite my ass?”

  “Mmhmm.”

  Laughing as I turn to face her, I make the mistake of forgetting my dick is hard. She stumbles backwards to avoid being hit in the face. Hooking my arms under her armpits, I pull her upright, apologizing profusely, despite my inability to keep a straight face.

  “It’s all fun and games until someone gets a dick in the eye,” she says, making me laugh again.

  “I love you. I’m so sorry,” I say between laughs. “I’m going to kiss you now, if that’s okay?”

  “Well, I think you’d better,” she says, rising onto her toes, closing her eyes and tilting her chin up, waiting. Grinning, I silently sink to my knees and run my tongue through her crease. Gasping, she jumps back against the wall, staring down at me.

  Grinning up at her, I move towards her on my knees. “I didn’t say where I was going to kiss you. That was a mistake, maybe. Can I finish now?”

  At first her shock morphs into an eager smile, but as her hands fan out on the tile behind her, the smile disappears and she practically leaps off the wall and into my arms. Looking down at me, she shakes her head. “I don’t want to be against the wall.”

  “I won’t ever force you Alexa,” I say, trying not to grit my teeth in anguish at how she’s been treated. Staring up at her as the water stings my eyes, I hold her to me, scared she might run. “Forget walls. We’ll have none. Will you stay with me tonight?”