Authors: Reese Gabriel
“I thought I already had.”
“It was a start, but you need to put a little more into it.”
“And what if I don’t?” he taunted.
“Oh gosh,” she said, feigning distress. “That would be so unfortunate for you. I would just have to play all by myself. I might let you watch…or not.”
Nikky
raked her fingernails up one leg, extending her toes seductively. His mouth went dry as she touched her labia, lightly teasing the puffy pink folds.
“You can go now, Ian,” she teased.
“I’ll stay.”
“On my terms?”
“Agreed.”
She smiled regally and offered him her hand. “You may commence, very, very slowly,” she advised with a wave of her fingers.
Ian captured her hand in both of his. He kissed each fingertip, one after the other. He could smell her sexual arousal. The juices glistened subtly, beckoning.
“I like that,” said
Nikky
.
Ian licked and sucked each finger.
Next he put his lips to her palm and then her wrist.
“That isn’t very slow,” she chided. “Maybe you should start all over.”
Ian swore mildly under his breath.
“Is there a problem?” she asked ever so sweetly.
“None at all.”
“Excellent.” She snapped her fingers and pointed. “You may suck my toes as a reward.”
He narrowed his gaze, letting her know that payback would be a bitch.
“Yes, your majesty,” Ian said as he lowered his head and proffered his lips.
“You’re learning,” she approved. “Let’s try my thighs. But keep away from my pussy until I tell you, got it?”
Ian muttered another epithet.
“I didn’t quite catch that.”
“I said
,
your wish is my command.”
“Indeed it is.”
Her thighs were smooth as silk. He let his tongue run up and down, savoring perfection.
Nikky’s
sighs gave him an idea. This seduction thing could cut both ways. If he could get her as excited as he was, maybe he could put himself back in the driver’s seat.
“That’s nice,” she said.
“Very nice.
Think you’ve earned a little taste of my nipples, big boy?”
“Sure thing.”
Ian moved his body deliberately, rubbing his muscles over her, being sure to make contact with every curve on his way up her torso, reminding her of his form, his strength.
Nikky’s
tiny groan indicated that the message had been received. It was a battle of wills now, not to mention a battle of lust.
Ian plucked her nipples with his lips rather than kissing them. He could feel the hot shivers going down her spine. He might outlast her yet.
“I said taste, not torture, buddy boy.”
“Am I torturing you?” he asked, offering an innocent little nibble. “But it’s just little old me…and my lips.”
“I distinctly felt teeth.”
“I am just worshipping, sweetheart. You are my goddess, remember?”
“Then you’d better start minding your manners.”
“I’m only doing what you told me to do.”
“You’re interpreting too loosely,” she complained.
Ian licked across her left breast, leaving a wide swath of quivering flesh.
“Sneaky bastard,” she accused.
He lowered his mouth, devouring, consuming. She arched her back, offering herself up for more.
“Oh…god,” she cried, grabbing at the back of his head. “You’re driving me insane.”
“Sorry.” Ian sat up.
She looked at him.
“I assumed you wanted me to stop.”
“I do.” She frowned, looking none too happy with her choice.
Ian grinned sideways. “Having a little trouble keeping ahead of the curve? I will take over if you like.”
“Absolutely not.
I am fully capable of controlling things.”
“Sure you are.”
Ian stroked his cock—nice, slow passes up and down his thick, pulsing, rock-hard shaft.
“What are you doing?” she demanded.
“You really want me to spell it out?”
“No, I know what it is. I want to know why you are doing it.”
“I’m just trying to amuse you.”
She licked her lips. “Well, it’s not working.”
“No?”
“Nope.
And don’t think I’m not on to your little tricks. You think I will beg you to take me, whimper like a little fool.”
“I don’t think you will do anything you don’t want to,” said Ian.
He reached out with just one hand, slow and deliberate, letting her anticipate.
“Keep away,” she ordered.
He found her belly. She moaned as he pressed with his palm, very lightly.
“That’s not so bad, is it,” he rasped.
“Yes…it is.”
“Why don’t you turn over, honey? Put that sweet behind in the air for me and we’ll see about giving you what you want.”
“No,” she said stubbornly.
“You wanted me to be inside you from behind,” he reminded.
“Pumping you hard and fast with my hands on your hips.
Or would you rather I grabbed hold of your breasts, molding them the way you like?”
“My breasts are perfectly fine where they are, thank you.”
Nikky
covered her chest, cupping her hands coyly.
Ian arched a brow. “A little old for games, aren’t you?”
“
Depends
what kind of game. Try this on for size. For every question you answer, you get to see part of me.”
“I have already seen all of you. Hell, I can see most of you right now.”
“Fine,” she pouted. “One question for each breast, answer the third one and you can do whatever you want with me after that.”
“Like you have the willpower to stop me right now?”
“First question,” she ignored him. “Where the heck did you go after high school? Did you ever go to college because I never saw your name anywhere and trust me, I looked.”
“I was at Cal Tech, but I dropped out my second semester. No real reason. Everything went stale, hard to describe.”
“You were obviously missing your crack high school science comrade,” she quipped. “What’s half a team? Watts without Crick, Penn without Teller?”
“Penn and Teller are magicians. Anyway, my parents were giving me hell for wasting my life so I decided to prove them wrong by going right to the source—the Tibetan Zen monks.”
“You would. All right, skip the details, I have another question.”
“Are you kidding? That should have counted for at least two. You have got to show me something in return.”
“Here you go.”
Nikky
held up her foot and wiggled her big toe.
He tickled her but she steadied quickly, holding her breasts captive. “
Welcher
,” he accused. “You promised me breasts.”
“Second question,” she giggled, refusing to give an inch. “Tell me about the accident.”
Ian rolled onto his back. They were thigh to thigh, their heads just touching on the pillow. It was a nice fit. “These aren’t questions,
Nikky
. This is an interrogation.”
“Call it what you want. If I were you, I wouldn’t waste time though. It’s going to take eighteen more answers just to work your way through the rest of my fingers and toes.”
Ian sighed. “I was doing a climb in the Alps.
Nothing spectacular.
I had been up much higher in the Himalayas. I was leading a small party of amateurs and we ran into some trouble, an unexpected snowstorm. I had to get them back down in a hurry. We came to this dangerous section, really big chance of avalanche. The safest thing was to let them all down ahead of me.
“I was all set to follow when one of them panicked. He screamed and that’s when it happened. It was like a rumbling train, this whole world of white coming at us at a million miles an hour. I pushed them all to safety over a small crevasse but it was too late for me. It was either make a blind jump and take my chances or die on the spot.
Nikky
was turned on her side, riveted, elbow bent, head propped on her hand. She had forgotten all about covering her breasts. “So you jumped, right?”
“Yep.
Mostly I made it, though my bones were pretty well shot. I managed to use my last burst of energy to send up a flare. The group found me. I told them all to huddle for body warmth and not to worry because we would all be just fine.
“It was a lie, or at least it should have been. No way
the rescuers should
have been able to find us in time. Call it blind luck or fate. The next thing I knew, I was waking up in the hospital. I knew it was bad. There was this hollow feeling, as if I was outside myself, but there wasn’t any light, no tunnel. It hurt like fucking hell and then I heard nurses and doctors shouting in mixed foreign languages.
“I don’t think I was supposed to be alive, much less conscious. Everything went black again and after another eternity I was flat on my back, able to stare at the ceiling. These doctors talked to me in English. I remembered how funny the words sounded, all grave and technical—Latin terms with a Swiss accent.
“Rehabilitation came next and that is about the most deadening fucking thing you can imagine, endless stretches of nothing—hearing the medicine drip and the mops in the hallway, and every now and again, an interlude of madness, men with hell hands who could have worked for the SS except they kept on saying it was for my own good.
“That’s when I really wanted to die. I crawled in deep, as far inside myself I could go. I got back as far as the accident itself and that’s when it hit me. I had never been alone. There had been an angel with me, or the memory of one at least.”
“Great, so now I’m an angel
and
a goddess.”
Ian grinned. “There wasn’t anything too holy, don’t worry. It got to be a running joke how the nurses found me every morning with a hard-on.”
“You poor thing,” she said sadly. “And you couldn’t do a thing about it.”
“Not unless I wanted to rip out a million wires and tear apart all the carefully knitted bones. Hell, I don’t think there was a part of me that didn’t break. I have the scars to prove it. But you got me through it.
The only thing that got me through it.”
Nikky
touched his eyebrows, smoothing them. “I am glad you healed up, Ian Hamilton. Now you don’t have to fantasize anymore.”
Her hand was weighing his tight balls.
“What are you doing?” he queried. “You wanted more questions.”
“Hardly seems fair to put you through hoops.”
“Okay, I will have one of my own. Why did I want to make love to you for one night only?”
Nikky
kissed his chest, letting her hair fall over his hard stomach. “Because your reservation for the room was going to run out?” she ventured.
“No, that is not it. And don’t say it’s because I didn’t want to spoil the magic by too much contact with you. That’s a load of crap and I hope you know it. Any man with half a brain and half a libido would have his hands full with you for the rest of his life.”
“Is that a compliment?” She kissed the head of his cock. It strained in response, lying hard against his belly, just like in the hospital.
“I would say it’s halfway between a compliment and a conundrum.”
“Now you’re using big words so an airhead like me can’t figure it out,” she teased.
“Oh no, nothing gets past you,
Nikky
. It never has.”
“Well, give me a clue at least.”
Ian answered the question with another. “Ever heard the saying, ‘
If
you love something set it free’?”
“Meaning…”
“I wanted you to have no obligation to me. I was so hell bent on righting other people’s wrongs that it never occurred to me how badly I wanted to be the man to set your heart on fire because I have always known I am the one who will never hurt you.”
She looked at him strangely. “You’ve really been in love with me, haven’t you, all this time?”
“I’d say it’s a good hypothesis.”
Nikky
rolled her eyes. “Spoken like a true geek. So where do we go from here, oh high-and-mighty partner in the laboratory of life?”
“We steer clear of Bunsen burners for one thing. Other than that we take everything real slow.”
Nikky
looked disappointed.
“Everything?”
“Maybe not everything,” he conceded.
Nikky
beamed. “In that case, you better get busy, buster.”
With that she flipped over, rising onto all fours. “Here you go,” she teased, shaking her butt playfully. “It’s all yours. Come and get it.”
Ian gave her ass a playful pinch. “So you are finally ready to be ravished? You’re admitting I am the superior lover?”
“In your own mind, maybe.
In reality, I’m your goddess and your angel and soon to be your worst nightmare if you keep me waiting any longer.”
Ian moved into position, tucking himself behind her. For a quick moment he paused, enjoying the feel of
Nikky’s
eager, exquisite body. Sliding his hands up the line of her back, he positioned his cock at the juncture of her thighs.
“This may not come across as worshipful,” he warned.
“Just make me scream loud enough to wake the dead and I’ll be happy.”
Ian released a groan as he pushed his cock into her wet channel, a single slow-motion thrust, a perfect fit. A total confirmation of everything they had been through up to this moment. “I think this could get addictive.”
“I wouldn’t mind if it did,” said
Nikky
, thrusting her ass back up against him to maximize the penetration.
Ian laughed, withdrawing his cock nearly to the tip. “Hey, you’re supposed to be begging.”
“And you are supposed to be thanking me for saving your life.”
He impaled her for a second time, hard and quick. “How long you plan on holding that over my head?”
“I don’t know,” she groaned.
“The rest of your life if you’re not careful.”
There were implications to her statement—big ones. Such discussions would have to wait though. They were much too busy making up for lost time, right now. Their bodies melded—shaking, re-invoking the rhythm they had begun working on their first night together.
Pure and delicious and animalistic.