Velvet Exhale

by Beth Mikell

  "Shh...quiet," he commanded. "At any time you're uncomfortable, tell me to stop, but I want to take you a step further, Reyna. Nod if you agree."

  There was no question, and I nodded.

  "Stand up. I want to peel you out of these clothes."

  Oh, shit! This was really happening and he took my hand and helped me stand. "Raise your arms up over your head." He pulled my shirt up and the blindfold stayed in place...I heard a spike in his breathing. "Oh Reyna..." His hands were at my waist, unfastening my Capri cargo pants and I felt him drop to his feet.

  "Lift your foot," he whispered, slipping off my ballerina flat, then the other. He tugged my pants down, pulling up each ankle to rid my body of the garment.

  Oh, my god...this was so hot! I'm so happy I loved indulging in sexy, matching underwear. I'm sure he's gotten an eye full of my black, lacy panty set, but I'm trembling, barely able to withstand the pressure of knowing he's staring at me.

  I felt him lean forward, planting his face against the front of my panties and I couldn't stifle a moan. "Shh..." He inhaled. "You smell exquisite, Ms. Lourde. And just a guess...but you're probably wet for me too."

  "Oh God..." Kinky much, but I'm passed caring. I wanted more.

  I think I heard him give a throaty chuckle, but the sound fled on the wings of his tongue stroking up against the fabric of my panties, licking softly...up...up and up until the top line of the elastic band. I'm strangled by my own breath! The man was good...too good, I realized. I never stood a chance the other day. I shivered, continuation of goose bumps commencing.

  "Sit." I sank back down on the sofa, but he didn't move to sit beside me. Rather, he parted my legs and moved between them. "How do you feel? Be honest...I have to know," he said, his velvet voice caressing over my ears.

  I blew out a tuft of lusty air, ready to combust--that's how I felt! I'm throbbing. I licked my dry lips, my mind racing over a reply. "I...I feel exposed," I whispered, swallowing hard. "Desired. Hot...flushed. Somehow...wanting more."

  "Good girl. Your arousal is a gift, Reyna, don't try to hide it--feel it," he breathed gently, "Place your arms at your side, baby and don't move them...at all."

  He leaned closer, his breathing picking up speed, but just his body heat caressed over me and I ached for his hands. Please.

  "Do you know which fundamental need is required for human beings, baby?"

  "Food?" My heightened awareness of my ears doubled without my eyesight and I think I heard him smile.

  "That's one of them, yes. Hunger is definitely, what I'm feeling for you, Reyna. But, another...is touch and not just any random touch...but the brush of a lover's caress--a whisper of flesh against flesh. Concentrate on my words...feel them. Imagine them on your skin. Burning. Alive."

  I am burning--alive!

  I gasped, pulled every direction, wanting Noah to finally touch me.

  "I want to run my hands up the side of your thighs." He leaned forward, blowing on my leg and I jumped. I'm so sensitive. "Up your hips." His lips brushed across my hipbone, slight, but I felt it. "I'll skim over your stomach." He blew across my heated skin and my hips flexed up, my sex blazing with hot sensation pulsing out of me, he's so masterful.

  "Touch me!" I exclaimed in a husky groan.

  "Keep still," he whispered. "I'll stroke over your hands...over your arms until your shoulders...across each breast...each nipple until you're drawn tight for my lips to taste." His breath fanned over each exposed area, his exhalation burning hot over my tingling skin.

  I moaned.

  "I'll thread my fingers over your jawline and thumb your lips."

  Shit! I'm ready to come...just from his words alone. I can't help but twist against his sensual onslaught.

  "I'll hold your beautiful face between my hands...look deep into your eyes...then take your lips," he hissed and I cried out.

  I'm almost jerking in place, and I'm so done.

  "Then...I'll mouth fuck your beautiful mouth...come for me baby. Come on...give it to me."

  I did...my body flew apart! I lurched forward, but Noah grabbed my arms, holding me in place as I convulsed under his velvet words and warm breath. I shook and shook, splintering into a million pieces bent over his sexy, erotic mind fuck. Unconsciously, my legs moved up and wrapped around his hips and he pushed against my panty-clad sex, slick with need--his erection obvious. He lunged hard against me, digging--burying himself as close as our mutual clothing would allow--a guttural grunt escaped his lips.

  "Take the pleasure, baby...immerse yourself. That's it...yes. Your pleasure is mine...to command...to give...to take. Mine."

  "Oh Noah..." I whispered, panting and needy.

  As the edges of my climax faded, Noah stood to his feet and gathered me up in his arms, and my head rested against his rapid, pounding heartbeat through his t-shirt. His drugging scent filled my nose, begging for a turn and my breath sawed in and out, my body tightly drawn.

  He nuzzled my hair, running his nose down over mine, brushing his lips over my mouth. "My good sweet, brave girl. I'm going to take you now, Ms. Lourde."

  "Yes...yes please."

  He carried me...up some stairs...laying me down, and I felt the bed give way as he sat next to me. Noah gently removed the eye mask and I blinked several times to refocus on his intense face staring down at me. A quick glance around the room disclosed a very modern bedroom, limited furniture and a wall of glass windows bathing us in late afternoon sun.

  "Hi," I murmured shyly, biting my lip as I stared up at him.

  "Hi yourself, Ms. Lourde. How was that?"

  I smiled. "Wicked hot."

  His mouth moved up in a crooked grin. "Really now? Are you ready for more?" He asked softly, running a hand up my thigh until he reached the edge of my panties, skimming the line to the inside of my leg.

  I gasped. "Yes," I managed to hiss out, my legs parting a fraction, but his finger remained, poised, incinerating my skin at his single contact.

  "What kind of birth control do you use?"

  My eyes widened at his question...but of course, he had to ask, though I blushed. "The shot. I just had one last Tuesday."

  Noah nodded. "And how sexually active have you been? Any risks or concerns?"

  Shit! He asked the tough questions, dampening my desire fast. "I-I haven't--I mean that is to say--I haven't had sex since my ex-fiancé--even then I was safe." Embarrassed, I wanted to end the madness of his exposé, but his finger slipped under the edge of my panties, testing me. Oh! I bowstringed up against his hand, my breath heaved.

  "So ready for me, Ms. Lourde," he murmured, moving his skilled finger up inside me, but I'm left wanting as he withdrew his finger and I cried out from the loss. I watched with fascination as he licked the edge of his finger, "Mmmm, you taste like more."

  Oh. My. God. He just did that! My heart pounded hard against my ribs, excited and achy. A chaotic fury of desire smacked through my veins, anticipating his every touch...finally.

  As if under a spell, I watched Noah stand, removing his t-shirt up over his head with one hand and my mouth went dry.

  He was beautiful. He took care of himself. Cords of muscle rippled and bunched with a fine matte of black hair sprinkled over his chest disappearing into the waistband of his jeans. A tattoo gleamed over his heart, an intricate dagger, and not something I would have imagined him having, but I ached to run my tongue over it.

  His shard-like blue eyes never left mine, full of simmering emotion. Without looking away, he divested himself of his shoes, and then removed his jeans and...boxers all in one movement. Wow! Adonis didn't cover it--in fact, there were no words. And even more, he's gifted with a heavy arousal that rivaled all three boyfriends and dummy Chad, I'm stunned. This was really happening!

  "Let's rid you of these," he whispered, easing my panties down and off my legs--tossing them aside and his pupils dilated.

  I had a Brazilian, it's one of the few indulgences I allowed myself, and I'm suddenly proud of the fact. He kneeled on the
bed, parting my legs and I inhaled sharply, but he changed tact. He reached for both my hands, tugging me upright until we were face to face--eye-to-eye, blazing, and wild.

  His hands skimmed over my shoulders, down behind my back to release my bra. "You're so beautiful," he breathed. With long, drawn out movements, he pulled the fabric off and threw it over his shoulder without care.

  Noah lowered his head, taking my lips...hard, and his hands sank into my hair, angling my head up. His need, feelings, and dark emotions pushed through his lips and into my mouth.

  I took it, moaning.

  My tongue met his, swirling together in a flow of lava heat, extreme and saturated with the unfulfilled. He tasted of his own unique blend…of darkness, freshness and musk…and me. The heady combination sent my equilibrium into dire vertigo and I brought my hands up to twist in his hair, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss, he groaned...guttural and fierce.

  He yanked back, panting, "You've bewitched me," he growled hotly. "Now...I'm going to fuck you."

  I swallowed...hard.

  With care, he pushed me back against the pillows, moving over me and his erection brushed against the center of my body. "I've never wanted a woman like I do you, Reyna," he heaved roughly against my cheek, trailing his hand down over my shoulder, breast and paused to pinch my nipple lightly.

  I arched into his touch, wanting more. "Noah...please..." I'm on the verge of violent meltdown.

  "Bring your knees up baby."

  I complied...he plunged deep into me.

  Shit!

  I cried out from his wide girth, jackknifing against his sudden entry--he's huge, stretching me, but remained unmoving. Sweat from his forehead dripped down on my face and I opened my eyes to stare up at him, my breath zigzagging through my lungs in a fast rhythm.

  "Y-you're so...much!" I croaked out raggedly.

  Noah flexed his hips, easing fractionally up and down, "And you're heaven. My heaven. Mine."

  He moved, setting a gentle pace...and I met each thrust, moaning, and lifting my hips, holding on to him. Where he pushed, I took...where I flamed, he burned hotter, filling me--all the way up to my belly. It's almost painful...but exquisite in another. I've never felt a man this strong within me--every ripple, every rigid curve. It's as if he completed some unfathomable puzzle, matching me. I'm flushed hot, slick with sweat and shivering down to my cellular level in the thunderstorm of emotion and physical tightening as he pumped inside me. I felt a quickening in my muscles orchestrated entirely by this sensuous man calling forth every unrealized moment of my past vanilla. My muscles constricted...a deep pleasurable release in the wings of...oh my God. I wanted it. I wanted to taste it…take it…own it! It's a tight winding buildup of warmth flooding through my veins until I'm shaking...shaking hard.

  "Come baby..." He whispered against my parted lips.

  I did.

  Sprinkled with a thousand lights scattered, webbing my eyes in a powerful surge of amazement. I'm undone as Noah's hips twisted, grinding hard against me, upping the intensity. Within another minute, he blazoned out my name, spilling into me and shuddering under his climax.

  For long moments, the only sound breaking the silence was our mutual breaths mingled in torment and gently his pace slowed and his head dropped down to my shoulder near my heart.

  His drenched hair rested against my cheek, and my hands caressed up over his arms, over his shoulders and down his back. He groaned his muscles shimmying under my touch, nuzzling my skin under his lips and planting a kiss over my heart.

  "Reyna..." He flexed into me one last time, before pulling out.

  I winced slightly, I'm actually sore, yet sated...happy.

  Noah rolled over, pulling me with him until I lay flush over his body, cradled perfectly into him. His hand sank into my hair; fanning it out and trailed his hands up and down my back in rhythmic pursuit of tenderness. He blew cool air over my feverish forehead, a balm of rejuvenation--so refreshing I'm touched by his thoughtfulness. There was no comparison to this mighty, darkly sensual man.

  Tears stung my eyes. He took me to the most beautiful place I never knew existed--as if he knew me--knew what I needed without understanding it myself. He took my ordinary...and perpetuated me into magnificence. God...

  He sensed my distress. "Reyna?" Noah tipped my chin up to stare down into my emotional face, concern etched in a frown. "What is it? Did I hurt you?" He rushed on before I could answer, rolling me over fast and hovering inches from my face. "I'm sorry, baby. I know I was...harsh. An animal even. I just...couldn't wait another moment to be inside you--"

  I placed a finger over his moving lips. "Stop. I loved it. I just wonder if you can top that? I mean it's a mighty fine man that can command a woman's body to perfection," I whispered lightly with a smile, smoothing my finger over his sculpted lips, which quivered under my caress. I'm thrilled I am allowed to finally touch him without fear he'll say no and make me wait.

  His uncertain eyes closed. "Only with you," he croaked out.

  Chapter 10

  “A part of you has grown in me. And so you see, it’s you and me together forever and never apart…” ~ Henry Austin Dobson, English poet and essayist

  The bathroom was miraculously at the other end of the room, architecturally designed in front of a divider wall (still part of the bedroom) beside two of the large glass walls overlooking the ocean. Noah drew a bath, tipping a generous amount of fragrant almond bath oil into the steaming tub. The scent warmed up the whole room, and the sound of water soothing.

  He came back and gathered me in his arms without ceremony as if he's done so for years. "I can walk a couple of feet, ya know," I protested with a smile.

  Noah hugged me close. "I like carrying you, baby," he said, setting me on my feet and opened a side drawer beside the sink. It's filled with every kind of hairband, clip, headband, makeup, and lotion--anything a woman could possibly want.

  "I didn't know what you might like," he offered sheepishly.

  I lifted a brow. "Expecting me, Mr. Alexander?"

  "Hopeful." He swiped the tip of his index finger off the end of my nose before turning away to adjust the water on the tub.

  I grabbed a hair clip, deftly winding up the mass, and moved closer to the tub. He offered his hand, helping me in. I gasped. Ouch...it burned. I'm sorer than I thought...or rather he's bigger than the average man. Lucky me and I couldn't stifle a smile.

  "Gasps and smiles, Ms. Lourde, which is it?" I glanced up to see his wolfish smile and my breath caught. His beauty was almost painful. "What?" he asked when I didn’t answer...continuing to stare--gawking like a teen after her heartthrob.

  I shook my head returning his smile. "Nothing. As much as I love staring at your Adonis type body, are you joining me?"

  His smile faded. "Would you like me too?" He actually seemed fearful, wary.

  I nodded scooting forward a bit, though there was probably enough room for three more people in the wide tub. I sighed as he entered the water and pulled me up close, kneading my shoulders in the most divine way. He's perfect. Any woman would be delighted in his repertoire of sensual, but as soon as I had the thought, a snaking jealousy curled through my stomach. I wanted him. I didn't want anyone else to have him. Was that so wrong after such a short time? I had a sudden fear this was all too good to be true...like something on the edge of obscure with goodbye as the fallout threaded through me. Mentally, I tried to shrug off the unwelcomed thoughts.

  "Like that do you?"

  "Hmmm. You rival the best day spa--you're good with your hands." Crap! Did I just say that?

  Noah chuckled warmly, his chest hair tickling my back as he laughed. "Indeed, Ms. Lourde. I'm ready for all possibilities, baby." He leaned forward, his breath caressing over my ear. "In or out of the tub." His teeth sank lightly into my earlobe and his teeth traveled down my neck, nipping.

  I felt the stirring of his erection growing. I'm empowered by my newly discovered femininity. He wanted me. Oh my. "May I ask y
ou something?"

  "Anything."

  I hesitated, rethinking my question, but steamed ahead. "What are your hard and soft limits?" I thought of the wealth of Dom/sub knowledge I gained Friday morning, wanting to understand his likes and dislikes.

  His hands stilled. "Pleasure. I don't have written limits, Reyna. I'm not like other Doms. I don't need to beat the shit out of a woman to be turned on. I like intense word play--a few implements and light bondage. The occasional sexy spanking is as hard as I go. For the most part, it's all about the intensity level. I like to push limits, but never into extreme pain...though pain has its possibilities, but not hardcore."

  Implements? Light bondage? A sexy spanking? Holy wow! Could I do any of those things? Instantly, I think I could. I mean, he made me...fly apart with a blindfold, chocolate mousse, and hot words. I'm sure I can follow and enjoy anything else. Yes, he's hot...in many ways and my heart was pounding ready for more. I tried to stamp down my over eagerness.

  For some strange reason, Animal Wacko popped into my head and I have a sudden urge to tease him. "And what's your view on animal play?"

  Noah turned me in his arms, his blue eyes wild and hooded. "Is there something you'd like to share, Ms. Lourde? For an innocent post vanilla woman, you have the most curious mind and the naughtiest questions."

  His face was impassive, unsmiling and I chuckled. "I'm sorry. I'm teasing. Friday morning at Avalon, I added an extensive amount of BDSM words to my vocabulary."

  Noah's lips curved into a smile and he leaned forward to kiss the end of my nose. "I'm teasing too. Try sticking to Webster's dictionary, Ms. Lourde--it's safer. I honestly like your innocent mind--untainted and pure. You...are refreshing." He dipped down and brushed his mouth over mine, swirling his tongue inside my mouth.

  I moaned. My breath plummeted into my center...sanctifying my desire for more of him.

  "Oh Reyna," he breathed against my lips. "You don't know how long I've waited for you," he groaned.