Eagle's Destiny (48 page)

Angel giggled, “From across the room it looked like he was going to have his way with you right there at the bar.”

Debi giggled too, “Yeah, I could see that, Michael running his arm over the bar to clear all the drinks off and throwing you on the bar…”

“Okay ladies, knock it off.”  I said stopping Debi from continuing the comments.

Debi rejoined, “What?  You know we’re just jealous.”

The three of us carried plates full of food back to our table.  I sat my plate in front of Michael.  “Sorry there wasn’t much in the way of vegetarian selections, but I brought what I could find.”

“That’s okay Babe,” he said eyeing me hungrily, “I’m not very hungry for food right now.  Maybe later after I burn off some of this excess energy I have.”

“Oh, do you want to dance some more?”  I solicited innocently.

Michael pulled me down into his lap and whispered, “Now you know that is not the physical activity I am referring to,” he looked at me with intensity, “I’m thinking a bit more horizontal.”

It wasn’t his comment that made me blush as much as my thoughts did.  It was all I could do to wipe away the image of us making love especially since I was sitting in his lap and the evidence of his arousal for me was pressing against me.  Michael loved it when I blushed, so for him this was entertaining.

He reached over and picked up a bunch of grapes off the plate.  “Want one?”  He put it up to my lips and when I nodded, he dropped it inside my mouth. 

The grape was good and I picked up some cheese from the plate and waved it at him.  “Want some?”

We were lost in our own little world feeding each other the tidbits from the plate.  No one was interrupting us or for that matter paying attention.  The public display of affection was a little more difficult for me than Michael, who
obviously
had no problems with being demonstrative.  I
couldn’t remember a time that I would have sat on a boyfriend’s lap while we fed each other.  With Michael, it was different, I wanted everyone to know how I felt about him, and certainly didn’t want to hide it.

One of his hands was casually resting in my lap, but the other one was busy rubbing my back and playing with my hair.  Michael pulled me forward to whisper, “Let’s go home.”

I stared into his blue eyes, and the flood of desire was there so I smiled wickedly.  ”So, Mr. Hoffman, you’re ready for your night of pleasure to begin?”

He kissed me probing my mouth with his tongue.  I met his kiss head on matching his exploration with my own.  We both looked up suddenly when Joe taped Michael on the back. 

Joe stood above us smiling but he addressed Michael, “Get a room son.”

I turned around and Michael looked beyond my shoulder everyone at the table looked back at us grinning.  Michael grinned with them as if he was in on the big joke,

“That was just what I was telling Elizabeth.”  He lifted me off his lap so I was standing.  Michael stood up and buttoned his tuxedo jacket, “We’re leaving now.”

Everyone at the table applauded as we left.  I blushed.

The drive home was quiet.  I had my head on Michael’s shoulder and he had his arm around mine.  He pulled up in behind his house. 

“Drop me off at my house and after you’ve parked the car come over.”

“Oh?  Not my house?”  Michael questioned with a spark in his eye and a grin on his face.  He drove to the back of my house.
 
“Elizabeth, what are you planning?”

I squeezed his erection through his slacks gently, “I have to audition a new scene for my new book.  Hurry.”  I whispered in his ear. 

Michael visibly shuddered in response.

I entered my house and turned off the lights.  I lit the candles I had set up in the bedroom and drew the shades.  Pulling back the comforter, I folded it at the bottom of the bed.  The bedside drawer contained a box of chocolate covered cherries, which I unwrapped and left on the top of the table.  Then I removed all the pillows from the bed except a large one, which leaned up against the headboard.

The back door closed and Michael locked the door.  “I’m in the bedroom.”  I called to him. 

He leaned against the bedroom doorway still in his tuxedo.  His eyes were dreamy and hooded.  “Wow, you’re even more beautiful in candlelight.”

I took both of his hands and pulled him into the room.  Waiting a moment before I spoke,
“
Michael, this is your night, but my rules.  So, your
hands won’t be necessary tonight.”

“They won’t?”

I shook my head, “Let me tonight, okay?”

“Are you going to torture me?”

“There might be a little of that,” I giggled, hoping that I would be able to pull this off.  It was always easier to write about it in a book then actually to perform the magic.

Michael closed his eyes and held out his arms, “Do with me what you will my queen.  I’m your servant.”

I giggled again, “That’s good
.
I’m going to use it in the book.”

I slipped his jacket off his shoulders and hung it on the chair.  I untied his shoes and he slipped out of them easily.  Next, I stood in front of him, untied his tie, and let it drop on his jacket.  He reached up for the buttons on his shirt and I shook my head. 

“No, let me.”  He nodded and lowered his arms.  I kissed him on the jaw and trailed my lips over to his ear, “Thank you.”  I whispered softly.

Michael closed his eyes again as I slowly unbuttoned his shirt.  When I got halfway down, I kissed the hollow of his throat trailing my tongue down his chest to the next button.  His breathing became more rapid and he was straining not to help me finish unbuttoning his shirt.  I pulled his shirt free from his pants and undid the remaining buttons.  Smiling when I saw the cufflinks in his sleeves, it pleased me that he was old fashioned enough to wear them.  I set them on my dresser then went back to removing his shirt.

I walked around to his back and pulled his shirt down off his shoulders.  When I exposed his back after dropping his shirt where I stood, it was my turn to shudder.  His muscles were firm and they flexed softly as I ran my hands over his back.  I used my nails at the top of his shoulders and gently ran them down his back.  The muscles rippled as my nails moved downward. 

Soft moans were coming from Michael.  “Oh Babe, I want you.”

I pressed myself against his back, “You’ll have me.  You have to be patient.” 

I wrapped my arms around and my hands ran down his chest.  I felt his nipples, and the muscles in his abdomen.  I flexed my fingers and ran them under his waistband and I touched the tip of his erection.  He took a sharp breath and reached out to hold onto the dresser. 

“Elizabeth, you’re torturing me for real.”  He groaned his voice barely above a sigh. 

I moved to face him and my hands didn’t leave his body.  Unbuckling his belt and the button to his slacks, I grinned at him, “I think you need to sit down.  You look like you’re going to collapse.” 

I kneeled down and removed his socks. 
His hands moved to his zipper and
I playfully swatted his hand away. 

“No hands.”  I shook my head slowly.  “Let me.” 

Still kneeling in front of him, I slowly pulled the zipper down. 
His
pants fell quickly around his ankles and he stepped out of them.  I picked them up and put them with his jacket while he stood by the bed.  Coming back to him, I knelt down again.  Everything was evident in his low-rise boxers.  It thrilled me to see the outline of his excitement for me.  Again, the effort not to touch me was creating
great
tension in his body.

I kissed the area just underneath his naval while I slowly pulled his boxers down.  I examined every detail of him and he watched me closely.  I stood up and put my hands on his shoulders. 

“Lay down.”
  I whispered hoarsely.  This was getting to me too.

He smiled and obliged me by putting his head on the one pillow remaining on the bed and stretching his body out.  I pulled the sheet up to his waist and tucked it firmly around him.  If this move surprised him, he didn’t show it because he stretched out and folded his arms under his head.  Michael’s expression was one of bemusement.

I stepped away from the bed, pulled the headband out of my hair, and shook my hair loose.  It fell around my shoulders and down my back.  Michael’s eyes were twinkling and I knew he was itching to touch my hair.  I untied the halter straps behind my neck and slowly let them down revealing
my
breasts.  Closing my eyes, I ran my hands across my breasts and cupping them with my hands testing their weight.  My nipples already
were
firm,
and
pe
e
ked out from between my fingers.  My eyes opened and I stared directly at Michael who now was thoroughly enjoying the show I was displaying.

I pushed the dress the rest of the way down exposing my red satin thong and Michael almost sat up when he saw it.  Standing only in my heels and thong, my hands moved over the sheet covering him, up his legs and to the area where his legs joined his body.  My fingers lingered on the sheet lightly massaging him and Michael moaned pressing his back into the mattress.  Slipping off my shoes, I climbed up on the bed and straddled him around his waist. 

He looked surprised when I reached for the chocolate box.  “You’re not planning on eating chocolates now are you?”  He groaned as he started moving his hips underneath me.

I nodded taking a bite off the top of the chocolate chewing it purposefully.  I inched up a bit so his hip movements were not touching me directly and he grimaced when I did so.  I only smiled and scooped the cherry out of the chocolate with my tongue and held it between my lips.  I leaned over and pressed my mouth to his and he took the cherry from me.

Next, I leisurely poured the remaining syrup from the chocolate over his nipple and bent over to lick it off.  His hands moved up from under his head to hold my hips.  I stopped and looked at him.  He removed his hands
and laid them out away from his body.  Smiling, I continued my clean up job gradually swirling my tongue around the firm little peak.  After licking him clean my teeth grazed his nipple biting down softly and he let out another groan. 

“Elizabeth you’re killing me.”

Grinning ruthlessly and taking another chocolate out of the box, I repeated each step for his other nipple.  This time however, I put the cherry on my tongue and offered it to Michael.  He sucked the cherry off my tongue as I twirled it around the inside of his mouth.  I wasn’t sure how much of this I could continue because at this point I wanted him as badly as he wanted me.

The third chocolate poured drop-by-drop down from his chest to his naval.  I had to scoot down and my body now was in direct connection with his hard length.  As soon as he felt me, his hips immediately bucked up and started a rhythmic dance against me.  Knowing I didn’t have long before Michael’s resistance would crumble and he would start breaking my rules, I scooted further down on his legs.  I lay down against him and licked the sticky syrup drops while I slowly moved my body against his heat to keep him contented.  Michael began to twist his body against me and the sweat started to bead up on his forehead.

When I finished licking his torso, I pulled the sheet down to expose him fully.  His erection sprang to life after sheet had bound him.  I grinned and reached for another chocolate. 

Michael grabbed my hand in his and with a growl said, “Don’t you dare.”

I giggled, “Oh okay.”  I sat up on my knees and he let go of my hands.  I wriggled off him.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m right here.”  I pointed to my thong, “I have to get this off first.”

“I’ll help” he grinned.

I had it pulled off in an instant without his help.  Michael eyed me with a gleam in his eyes and patted his thighs as a signal for me to come back to him.  I moved over him and I knew that in the fevered state both of us were in nothing was going to last for long.  He pulled me down to him and started kissing me.  I centered myself over him and moved against his length. 
The sensation made me breathless.

I lifted myself slowly above him, and as he slid inside of me
, we both let out deep sighs of pleasure.  We moved together building a steady rhythm, our breathing coming quickly.  The waves of sensation began to take me over as my cries brought Michael to the edge with me.  My mind centered only on the core of pleasure he brought me to and my ending movements brought him to the same place with me.  The sound of his release rang in my ears as pure joy.  He held me tightly against him, and the strength of his
tremors made me shudder with gratification.

I moved to roll off him but his arms held me where I lay.  “No stay.  I want to feel your weight on me.” 

We kissed the kisses of love and contentment. 

He smiled looking up at me with devotion on his face, “I love you my little
h
ellcat.”  Michael chuckled, “I will never look at chocolate covered cherries the same way again.”

My eyes gleamed slyly, “Oh would you like some more.”  I made a false reach for the box.