Lost in Light (16 page)

Startled by the thrill of excitement that shot through me at the intimate touch of his tongue I gasped aloud, affording him the chance to claim my mouth in a slow and smoldering kiss. His hands were warm as they encircled my waist, the subtle callouses on his fingers making my skin tingle from the friction.

One hand moved down to cup the curve of my butt, squeezing and kneading my flesh, the other skimming along my spine to splay between my shoulders. I moaned against him, his tongue stroking the inside of my mouth and sliding against mine, mimicking the way I wanted the erection pressed hot and hard against my stomach to penetrate me.

“I want to feel you wet and naked,” he growled against my lips between kisses.

“I’m already wet and naked,” I replied in a brazen whisper, earning an almost pained moan from him as he attacked my mouth with renewed vigor, his fingers clutching at me with unrestrained desperation.

Grinding his hips against me he rubbed his erection against my stomach, smearing a wet trail of pre-come across my skin. Grasping me by the hips he lifted me up onto the edge of the vanity, the cold marble a stark contrast to the heat of his skin and mouth. With almost savage roughness he parted my legs, his fingers instantly seeking out the wet heat of my cleft, my folds already swollen and aching to be touched by him. My back arched towards him, my head falling back against the mirror over the vanity, and my eyes sliding shut when his fingers slid easily into me, first one and then two, stretching me slightly and making me squirm with the sudden need for more. Curving over me he captured a nipple between his teeth, tugging on the tight bud until my breath rushed out of me in a hiss of pleasurable pain.

My pulse thrummed in my veins and roared like the ocean in my ears, my heart hammering in my chest as he fingers worked me with expert precision. I almost leapt off the countertop when he curled his fingers inside me, pressing them firmly against the spongy ridge of flesh behind my pubic bone. I suddenly felt the need to pee as well as a surge of warmth that spread first through my abdomen and then out to my limbs.

“Stop… stop, I need to… use the bathroom,” I panted, cursing my body’s untimely need while trying to push him back, my hands sliding ineffectually against his shoulders.

“No you don’t.”

“Y-yes I do, please… oh God… please stop, I need to…”

“Hush, I’m rubbing your G-Spot, it’s normal to feel like you need to relieve yourself,” he explained slowly, pacing his words with the hypnotic stroking of his fingers inside me. “The feeling will pass soon.”

And he was right. Boy was he right!

Continuing to curl his fingers inside me, strumming them against that delightful little ridge he brought his thumb up to my aching clit and began rubbing in it small circles. A painless fire exploded behind my eyes, heat and light washing over me as my orgasm rocked through me. I was distantly aware of his rumbling encouragements as I spasmed around his fingers, my center clutching at him as fiercely as the fingers that dug into the corded muscles of his shoulders. My entire body was drawn tight as a bow string, my hands trembling upon his shoulders and my legs shaking against the vanity beneath me.

“Fuck! Oh shit… fuck. Jesus!” I cried out, my voice sharp and shrill against the distant rushing water of the shower.

“Potty mouth,” he murmured with a rich and dark chuckle that seemed to touch me as intimately as his fingers, wringing another series of shudders from me as I continued to gasp and spasm.

Gradually the motion of his fingers slowed, but only after he had continued to stroke me long enough to make me twitch and beg for a reprieve as I became over-sensitized and nearly incoherent. With his fingers still inside me, but thankfully motionless, he leaned into me and slid his mouth over mine. His kiss was still full of blistering heat and desire, his free hand rising to cup my breast, his fingers automatically moving to tease my nipple.

“Watch me,” he whispered, his voice strained and breathless as he slid his fingers out of me to grip his manhood. He didn’t need to instruct me, I couldn’t have pulled my eyes away from him even if I had wanted to. I was fascinated by the sight of his hand wrapped around his erection, his fingers slick with my come as they slid over the flared head to spread his own moisture over his length. The skin that I knew would feel like hot velvet was dark red in color, looking almost painful in its hardness, the thick veins straining against his skin.

His breath shuddered out of him as he slowly stroked his hand down the length of his erection to the base where his balls hung heavy and tight. Sliding his hand back up he squeezed tightly just beneath the head, drawing out another pearly bead of pre-come and then used the pad of his thumb to smear it over the head. The muscles in his stomach trembled, rippling beneath his skin, as he stroked up and down his length, his breath coming harder and faster as he rocketed towards orgasm.

Risking a glance up at his face I was shocked to see his brilliant green eyes open and fixed intently on me, shining with almost feverish clarity. The hand at my breast tugged and twisted my nipple with increasing savagery, but I was unable to break away from his gaze and the intensity I saw reflected in the depths of his eyes.

“Shit!” he exclaimed with a ferocious growl, his brows furrowing in an expression of near agony though his eyes remained open and locked on me as he came, his semen spurting from him in hot jets that landed on my stomach and thighs. Abandoning my breast he curled his fist in the hair at the nape of my neck and drew my lips up to his in a vicious kiss that left me breathless, while he stroked his manhood with slow motions to coax the last of his semen out onto his fingers.

“That was… amazing,” I sighed, the languidness of sleep beginning to steal over me when he finally drew back, his eyes now slightly glazed with his own post-orgasmic weariness.

“
You’re
amazing,” he replied with a smile, punctuating his words with a tender kiss against my brow. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he added as he stepped back and offered me a hand to help me down off of the vanity. Sliding down onto still unsteady legs I followed him eagerly into the shower.

We took turns bathing each other, running soap slick hands over each other to explore the swells and valleys of our bodies, though neither of us moved to deepen the contact into more. Still, I almost came undone when he washed and conditioned my hair, the sharp trail of his nails against my scalp making me purr and mewl like a cat in heat. Moments later I smiled in triumph when I returned the favor and earned a similar rumbling purr of pure hedonistic delight from him combined with a tightening of his grip upon my hips.

“You’re hired,” he groaned low and deep, leaning into the fingers that massaged his scalp.

“What’s your benefit package like?” I teased.

“You tell me, you’ve already seen my package,” he quipped opening one eye to pin me with a heated look as he waggled an eyebrow at me lasciviously. Rolling my eyes and giggling I eased his head back into the flow of water to wash the suds away, taking the moment to admire the youthful smile on his face.

Once we were both thoroughly washed and starting to resemble prunes, he ushered me out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist before wrapping another large fluffy towel around my shoulders. I couldn’t help smiling and giggling as he peppered my face with intermittent kisses while using another towel to dry my hair. He surprised me further by having me stand with my back to him in front of the mirror, still swaddled in my towel, while he methodically brushed out my hair, making me hum in pure bliss at the sensations dancing across my scalp.

This is way better than going to the salon!

With quick and sure fingers he secured my hair in braided pigtails, smirking deviously at me in the mirror in reply to my raised eyebrow when he gave each of them a firm tug.

“My turn,” I said, dropping my towel to puddle at my feet, earning a smoldering look from him as I plucked the brush from his suddenly loose grip. His now empty hands rose automatically to cup my breasts, but I quickly slapped them away, threatening to rap him across the knuckles with the back of hairbrush if he didn’t turn around.

“Bossy little wench,” he grumbled as we switched positions, his protests melting into a low moan of pleasure soon enough as I began to brush out his hair with the same methodical slowness he had used on mine.

Contentment flowed through me as I glided the brush through his long hair, the silken strands moving through my fingers like water. Resisting the mischievous urge to give him pigtails like my own, I tied his hair back in a simple ponytail before relinquishing control of the brush to him and murmuring a quiet, “Thank you, Sir.”

The sharp click of the hairbrush being laid on the countertop made me flinch, panic flooding through me at the sudden stiffness of his shoulders. Alarm bells sounded in my mind when he rounded on me with dark and hooded eyes. I tried to think what I could have done wrong, what had inspired such sudden stiffness in him.

My fears were washed away seconds later as his hands closed around my shoulders and crushed me to him, his mouth slanting over my lips in a searing kiss that brought me up onto the tips of my toes. Instantly I melted into him, my arms moving to encircle his waist. My fingers danced along the edge of the towel wrapped around his waist, itching to loosen it and reveal the soft skin of his butt to my touch. His tongue traced the edge of my lips, asking for permission to explore the depths of my mouth, and eagerly I opened to him. Time lost all meaning beneath the passionate onslaught of his lips, teeth, and tongue.

Eventually breaking the kiss he rested his forehead against mine, his heavy breaths swirling in the space between us.

“Never have those three words sounded so sexy.”

“You suddenly went all stiff, I thought I had done something wrong.”

“I went stiff because I was fighting the urge to bend you over that counter and fuck the living daylights out of you,” he mused with a laugh.

“Oh!” I squeaked with a giggle, my cheeks suffused with the familiar heat of my blush.

“Now, get dressed before I give in to those desires and you end up going home bow-legged.”

I wavered for a moment in the doorway, wondering if he really would bend me over and take me in front of the mirror, but the threatening look in his eyes quickly cooled my ardor long enough for me to scamper out of the room and down the hallway to collect my clothes from the spare room. I couldn’t help but smile when I found them folded neatly at the end of the remade bed.

He was already dressed and waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs when I emerged from the guest room. I couldn’t help wondering if he had chosen the same faded grey jeans he had been wearing at the coffee house a couple weeks ago when this all started, or if it was simply a coincidence. Somehow I didn’t think he believed in coincidences, the hint of a smirk curving his lips when I met his gaze lending credence to my suspicions. Slipping into my shoes that stood waiting beside the door I accepted my purse from him and felt my mood sour. I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to lure him back up the stairs to his bedroom, or perhaps even venture once more down into the basement playroom, and give myself over to him.

Seeing the dejected look on my face he opened his arms to me, resting his chin on the top of my head when I buried my face in the front of his t-shirt.

“Do I have to go?” I whispered against his chest, my fingers fisting the soft fabric. Smiling with obvious warmth and patience he gently disentangled my fingers, guiding them down to my side.

“I’m afraid so, little dove. I have work to do and you need time to think about all that we have done and talked about. In fact…” he trailed off as he ducked into his office and plucked a dog-eared paperback off one of the shelves. “I think this might help to answer some of your questions,” he said as he held out the book to me.

Accepting the book I looked at the cover and blushed. It had a simple black and white cover that showed a fist clutching some kind of rod or stick while the words “SM 101” were emblazoned across the bottom in large black letters. This was definitely something I couldn’t read openly in the apartment if Liam was around. Seeing my embarrassment he became serious for a moment and grasping me by the shoulders looked down into my face.

“Read it. Please. I do believe that it will help.”

Discomfited by the change in his demeanor I nodded and murmured, “I will, I promise.”

Stashing the book in my purse, I sagged slightly in relief when his attitude softened and he leaned in to place a tender kiss upon my forehead.

“Good girl. Now, run along before I drag you back to bed and neither of us gets anything accomplished today!”

Leaning in to him, hoping to persuade him to do that just, I laughed aloud as he physically spun me around and landed a none too gentle swat on my backside before opening the door and ushering me out into the sunshine.

Pausing in the doorway I impulsively leaned in to him, pressing my lips against his in a lingering kiss, delighted by his startled inhalation that was immediately followed by a low rumble of enjoyment. Pulling back several minutes later, his eyes sparkling with hunger and his jeans looking considerably tighter he admonished “Vixen,” though his voice was warm with repressed laughter.

Sighing wistfully I stepped back from the door and flashed him one last smile before practically skipping down the steps and through the gate at the end of the walk. Digging my keys out of my purse I looked up at him standing in the doorway, looking far too delicious in jeans and a t-shirt. He waved as I unlocked my Jeep, and waving back I slid into the seat and shut the door. Starting the engine I looked up into the rearview mirror and couldn’t help grinning at my reflection.

So much had happened since I had pulled up outside his house the day before.

I had been transformed by his touch and words, changed from the naïve and innocent girl I was before into the fiery and passionate woman that now looked back at me glowing with confidence as she slid on her sunglasses and flashed me a saucy grin.