The Untouched: THE UNSEEN SERIES, #2

by Sheldon, Piper

  I lower my hand and run it along his stomach, pushing up his shirt to feel the muscles flex under my exploration. I slide my fingertips into the elastic of his briefs. His abdomen clenches and the tip of his erection reaches out to touch back. He’s hot and instantly hard for me.

  I grab his shirt and spin us so I’m pressing him against the door. “I think we’ve gone slow enough.”

  He chuckles as he lifts me by grabbing my bottom and heaving me up. My legs wrap around him and my ankles link. I love how tall he is. I love how his large hands easily encompass my healthy backside.

  He carries me farther into the house. The hall is dark despite it being the middle of the day. He bumps us into a table and swears. Both his hands still hold me tight to him. I drop my palm behind my back and push my powers into my hands to shine a little white light to act as a flashlight. I can see the light gleaming back at me from his eyes. They widen before focusing into admiration.

  “Show off,” he says, softening his tease with a kiss to my forehead.

  Being in his arms is like finally finding a home where I belong. I have no fear of hurting him anymore. I would never let anything happen to this man. Somewhere in the hours we’ve been apart it has become crystal clear that I have fallen hard. I will tell him that, too. For now, I want to languish in him. I want to give myself that much. After years of holding back and never allowing myself the simplest pleasures, I will take all that he offers me.

  In his bedroom, it is mostly dark thanks to heavy drawn curtains. A soft stream of light peeks through a crack in them and across the bed as though directing us where to go. He drops me gently onto a large bed covered in a navy comforter. It’s soft and luxurious and I feel swallowed up by the masculine, clean smell of him.

  He lowers himself on top of me fully clothed. His nose pushes the curls off my neck to nuzzle the base of my ear, spreading hot breath across my skin. My nipples harden in my shirt and my impatient body arches off the bed to find some sort of friction to satisfy me. I feel his smile on my neck. I think of that night at the brewery when I felt him studying me. I arch my neck to give him as much skin as he wants. Holding himself up on one strong arm, he shakes slightly and it ignites me. He slides my loose-fitting shirt off my shoulder; his gaze is focused on that bit of exposed skin. His thumb gently rubs under the strap of my lace bralette.

  “I love this spot,” he says.

  I awkwardly try to see what he is referring to. It’s a birthmark just below my collarbone. I look back up at him in confusion.

  “It taunts me. Whenever your shirt slides down in a meeting and I can see it …” He grinds himself into me with a frustrated growl. I match his movements and sigh. “I feel like I’m going to lose my mind. I feel like everybody must know my thoughts. I have spent so much time dreaming about tasting you here.”

  My breath comes out in breathy pants. I shimmy a little to get some space. He leans back on to his knees, straddling my hips.

  I pull my shirt off and throw it to the side. His nostrils flare and his hazel eyes go black as they move up and down my chest. I can feel how high and tight my breasts feel in this sheer bra top. He grabs the hem of his tee and I watch in utter delight as he pulls it up and off.

  A second later he’s back on me. The hot skin of his chest sears my body. His mouth is on my shoulder, tongue licking and mouth sucking.

  I gasp out in pure pleasure. I’m on fire. I need so much more I almost can’t handle it. I caress my palms down his back before finding his flexed triceps and holding on there. The hottest part of me demands satisfaction. My leggings are a thin material and I find myself helplessly rubbing against his erection through his sweatpants.

  “I need more,” I demand.

  Without speaking, Nathaniel slides down until he is eye level with my navel. The plans I see in his gaze has me stifling a moan. He balances on his forearms as he pulls my leggings down infuriatingly slowly.

  “Nathaniel.” I swear his name.

  His teeth graze my hip bone as he tugs the material down over my booty. He grips the roundness of my ass soon as he gets it free.

  “I love your body,” he says. “You’re so strong. And so soft.” His fingertips dig into the flesh of my ass to lift my hips. His nose nuzzles my damp panties. I clench and grip the sheets so I don’t accidentally hurt him with my impatient writhing.

  He massages the muscles there before sliding lower, pulling my panties down as he goes. Soon the tight material binds my thighs tight together as he stops his progress. I’m unable to spread my legs but they’re desperate to widen. His forearms cage my thighs as his head lowers to me. Just as his tongue teased the seam of my lips on our first kiss, he teases the slit of my most intimate area.

  I gasp as my hands go to my breasts, desperate for … more. I massage myself. It’s the only bit of control I have since he’s dominating my lower half. My abs flex as I lift my head to look at him. I groan and try to shift my legs.

  He senses me watching and his gaze slowly moves up from where he’s holding me captive. He’s enjoying the control way too much. An evil smile curls his mouth.

  His gaze moves to my hands, and matching me, he reaches one hand up to slide into the lace of the bralette. He cups and massages my breast with one hand as his tongue works me below. He tweaks and squeezes my nipple as he kisses me all over.

  The man really is just so multi-talented.

  “I can’t stop touching you,” he moans.

  “You don’t have to.” I smile at the ceiling feeling freer than I ever have.

  I have never been touched like this. From the calloused graze of his hands on my soft skin to the comforting weight of him on top of me to the way his body hair tickles me in unexpected places, every single touch is a sensation overload to my lonely body. It’s more glorious than I ever imagined it would be. Everything in this moment has been worth the wait.

  Still, I need more of him. A different heat grows inside of me. White light illuminates us in the darkened room.

  “Nathaniel, please.” I need to see him lose control. I want to make him as crazy as he’s making me.

  When he sees me glowing, he relents and pulls my leggings the rest of the way off. As he goes for his own sweatpants, I sit up to tug off my bra. He freezes to stare at me. I’m glowing, completely naked.

  I take a deep breath and do what we’ve practiced. On an exhale I lift my hand to release a beam of harmless light. My color returns to normal but I have found no relief. My nipples are tight and the light coming from the window lands right on them. He takes a moment to study me. I don’t flush or try to hide. I can see the reverence in his gaze and it makes me feel beautiful. He’s disheveled and sexy and I love this side of him.

  I reach for him as he reaches for me. Completely naked, heat sears where our skin collides. I will never tire of touching him. I will never take for granted what a gift this is.

  His want for me presses hard into my hip. We groan in unison as our mouths connect. We fall to the bed together.

  “I’ve been thinking about this so much,” he says.

  “Me too.”

  “I want to touch every inch of you.”

  “Yes,” I say. “Please.”

  His hands trace a path over every inch he can reach. My own hands squeeze at the strong, masculine muscles of his neck, shoulders, and back. Such a solid heat. I want to rub myself against him. And so I do. He groans into my neck, his body trembling. It’s nice to know I’m not the only one losing their mind.

  “You feel so amazing,” he says.

  “You too.”

  His palm cups my breast; his fingers pull lightly on my nipple. Energy shoots to that area. I quickly displace it harmlessly from my fingertips, releasing tiny sparks of light like fireflies.

  “Amazing,” he says before lowering his head to take my breast into his mouth.

  We fall silent and languidly explore each other. Occasionally, a word of encouragement.

  “Slower.”

  “Yes
, God, yes.”

  “Like that?”

  “Ohh.”

  Everything feels perfect and right. There is no fear, only trust. I let go, trusting that he will be there to catch me. And he trusts that I will do the same for him. Maybe that’s the falling part of falling in love.

  Soon I don’t have to think about the power flowing through me at all. Deep in my subconscious is the understanding that I could never hurt him.

  His hand is lower now, teasing and toying with me.

  “Slower there,” I instruct.

  He enjoys when I tell him what I like. He needs to understand how my body works and so I share everything I can.

  He takes his time to make sure I’m wet, spreading me gently with his large fingers, so I can take him. It’s not long until the heat is building and building. Not the light; this is traditional womanly heat gathering in my core, coming to a crest.

  I’m arching off the bed as he murmurs in my ear, encouraging me, watching me. His erection thrusting helplessly against my hip turns me on even more. It’s like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. I like how the air smells like us. I like the occasional spark of energy that flies out from me.

  I like everything.

  He’s assertive but attentive. He’s as passionate about me as he is about his work and it makes me feel like a goddess. He watches in awe as his fingers work me, splitting his attention between watching them and my face for clues. I can see him taking mental notes of what brings me the most pleasure.

  I grab his head and bring him to me. We kiss languidly and passionately.

  He beckons me over the edge with a crook of his finger in just the right spot. I break our kiss to go flying. The world whites out, energy shooting through me, but I let it free. It flows through me and out of me. It’s all so circular. Cosmic and microscopic. Energy and the world. Our lives in time. Infinite and not at all.

  Man, orgasms make me dopey.

  When I open my eyes again the room is filled with dancing lights.

  * * *

  Nathaniel

  She’s beautiful as she comes apart. I can’t even blink, afraid to miss one second of it.

  She is a prism, shooting out colors around me, every hue of the rainbow in every direction. Her body is warm but it’s not painful. I am hot but that’s to be expected.

  I kiss her gently as she comes back to herself and the lights dim around us like shooting stars sinking into the ocean. Spread out on my bed, her naked body is the most breathtaking sight. Her skin shimmers like a million diamonds. Her hand holds her hair out of her face as she pants back to normal.

  A swell of emotion grips my chest. My feelings for her are so intense.

  “That was … epic.” Her hands fall out to her sides and she turns to me.

  “Good.” I kiss her deeply. I love the feel of her under my palms as I slide them all over her body. Perfection. I’m not even close to being done with her yet. Not after all those weeks of longing and dreaming of this exact situation. I delve back into her, obsessed with her taste and smell, kissing every inch of her.

  I pause in my exploration only when she pushes my shoulders back to get me to look at her. Her eyes widen a fraction. “You feel okay, right?”

  “Miserable,” I say.

  She sits up. The movement puts her breasts in front of my face and so I take advantage and suck her into my mouth. She asks, “What’s wrong?” She presses the back of her hand to my forehead. “You’re really hot.”

  “You have no idea. I might be dying.” I gesture to the painful bulge pressing against her.

  Her eyes narrow as she gets my meaning. “Too soon to joke about that.”

  “Only you can help me. With your superpowers.” I take her other breast into my mouth, twirling her nipple with my tongue.

  I dip a finger into her again even though I just left her. It feeds my ego like nothing else to feel her so hot and wet for me. Her desire for me is as strong as my own for her. As if the light show isn’t enough.

  “Poor thing,” she says with a dramatic frown. “What can I do?” Her hand lowers and wraps around me.

  I groan, shifting my hips up, pressing deeper into her grip as I move to lay on my back. “That’s a very good start.”

  She sits up to get more leverage as she pumps both fists over me, alternating them, driving me absolutely wild. I take in every inch of her that I can but it’s almost too much. The way her curls and breasts bounce in tandem. The way she bites her lower lip in focus, just like when she takes notes in meetings. I will never be able to see that look of concentration the same way again.

  She is gleaming from her orgasm and working me so well. Little does she know I’m already so close. Then she gets to her hands and knees and lowers her mouth to kiss my tip. Her tongue laps at the drop of precum there.

  I groan. It’s too much. I’m too close.

  “Wait, wait,” I say and sit up to hug her to me. I’m drawn up as tight a spring; any more than that and I will spiral out.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Too good.” I kiss her deeply as she moves to straddle me.

  Her wet core is rubbing against my straining cock. I growl and throw my head back only to feel her bite my exposed neck.

  Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are bright. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. The light from the window illuminates her curls, haloing her.

  “Condom?” she asks.

  “We don’t have to tonight. Like I said, there’s no rush for me.”

  “I want to. I’m ready. Are you?” She glances down to my boner sticking straight up between us.

  I grab her hip as I twist to get a condom out of the side table. I quickly rip it open with my teeth and free hand and roll it on, all the while I continue to hold her tight to me. I don’t want to break contact, not even for a minute. Since I have been given the gift of touching her freely, I don’t know that I can ever stop again.

  She falls forward to place her hands next to my head. I hold her gaze as I grab myself, and tease along her heat, rubbing the moisture all around.

  She whimpers. I am so rigid with desire, every sensation brings me closer to the edge. I summon every bit of strength I have to do this slowly, make this right for her. At her entrance, I tease her a little more, testing just the tip of it. I arch up a tiny fraction to press in a little deeper, taking my time.

  “Are you okay?” I growl between clenched teeth.

  “I’m fine. I’ve, uh, practiced. At home. With toys.”

  I groan loudly, tossing my head back. Imagining her riding a toy to bring herself pleasure is too much.

  “Trying … so hard … to go slow,” I grind out.

  She growls. In one swift but careful motion, she lowers herself to completely sheath me. We both call out in pleasure. I still just a moment to make sure she is comfortable.

  “Sorry. Couldn’t wait any longer,” she says as she starts to move up and down, slowly making room for me in her body. Her heat grips me perfectly, teasingly.

  “Never. Ever. Apologize for that.” I huff a laugh, painfully close to the edge.

  I match her movements. I wrap one arm around her waist and sit up a little to bring her as close as possible. She groans as this shift of weight hits something she likes. I match her movement, arching up off the bed, using every muscle I have to hold her and press as deep as possible into her. We’re rocking in tandem, sweaty and shaking with pleasure. Her hand lowers to where we meet.

  “Yes, please,” I beg. “I need to feel you come again.”

  She is lost in ecstasy as she breaks apart. Her head is thrown back as the white light explodes out again, breaking across me like tiny sparks of heat that only add to the pleasure ratcheting to impossible levels inside of me. I would love to say that I made her come five more times before I lost myself. But it’s been weeks of wanting her. It’s a miracle I’ve lasted this long.

  Her sounds of pleasure is what finally does it.

  “Julia,�
� I cry out as I come harder than I ever have just seconds after her. My forehead drops to her shoulder as I pulse. I see stars again, but this time they aren’t from her.

  We hold each other for a moment, foreheads pressed, panting and recovering. Eventually we break apart to stretch and clean up.

  A few minutes later, we’re laying on our backs, grinning at the ceiling. All of my feelings for her are so clear I can’t keep them locked inside any longer. I roll onto to my side and study her sweet features soft with satisfaction. I flyaway curl tickles her forehead with every breath in and out. I gently brush it away with a hand that shakes slightly from the emotions swelling in my chest. I swallow and then clear my throat.

  “Julia, I need to tell you something. And I don’t want you to think it’s because of this.” I gesture to our panting bodies.

  She props up on to her elbow to look at me. “Okay,” she says seriously.

  “I’m falling in love with you. Nope.” I shake my head. “That’s not true.”

  “Oh, okay.” A little line of a frown creases her forehead.

  “I’m not falling. I have fallen. I love you.”

  Her eyebrows shoot up. “Oh.”

  “I know it’s too soon. People might think I’m crazy, but I know it. I know it. I love you.” I shrug like the situation is hopeless.

  “Well, okay then. I guess you should know I love you too.” Her eyes are wide with sincerity but she shakes her head. “It’s ridiculous. And hopelessly incurable. But there it is.”

  “We both love each other,” I say with a serious frown.

  “It’s too fast,” she says.

  “Definitely. We’re fools.”

  “One hundred percent.”

  “There’s really nothing we can do.”

  “It’s terminal,” she agrees.

  I turn on my side and pull her so she’s facing me. “I’ve never been so absolutely sure about anything.”

  She shrugs on a sigh. “Same.”

  “Okay,” I say.

  “Okay,” she agrees.

  Then her features soften into something more serious. She leans in and kisses me. I slide my hands into her hair and kiss her back. My hand slides down from her shoulder and cups her beautiful backside, bringing her back to me.