Overture (Rain Dance, Book 1) (Rain Dance Series) (18 page)

     
When I found my
favorite fruit, my mouth began to water. I greedily stole a few strawberries.
They were big and deliciously rich in taste.
Sweet and juicy
.
Yum.
I licked around my lips to clear off any juice and headed for the living room.

     
I didn't feel
like watching anything in particular, so I absently flipped through the
channels until I found something familiar.

     
Here I was, in
the very lovely home of a very wonderful man, eating his strawberries and
watching…
The Fifth Element
?

    
 
Yeah, sure, why not
? What did I ever
do to deserve such a pleasure?

     
I put the
volume on low and brought my feet up onto the sofa, wrapping my arms around my
knees.

     
About twenty
minutes had passed, maybe even a little more when I felt his presence.

     
"Did you
have trouble sleeping?" he asked after a minute.

     
"I slept
wonderfully. I just woke up early since I fell asleep earlier than I'm used to.
Aren't you supposed to be in bed?"

     
He joined me on
the sofa. "I also fell asleep earlier than I usually do."

     
"Isn't
that good in your case?"

     
"I don't
need that many hours of sleep to get through the day."

     
I frowned.
"Isn't that how heart attacks happen?"

     
He gently
tugged on my hair before wrapping an arm around me. Leaning my head against his
shoulder, I breathed in his scent and sighed contently.

     
We watched
quietly for a few minutes. But when Diva Plavalaguna took the stage and began
to sing 'Il Dolce Suono,' I felt a heavy shift in the air. I wasn't sure what
caused it, but suddenly I became all too aware. I could feel the heat of
Ethan's even breath against the skin on my head. The slight brush of his
fingers as they moved up and down my upper arm. The warmth of his body and the
feel of his hardened muscles as I leaned against him. I swallowed, my blood
starting to pulse with need.

     
I decided to
voice my problem out loud. "You're doing things to me."

     
"Am
I?" he replied after a moment, as though he were distracted by the
movie.  "What kind of things?"

     
Looking down, I
started chewing on my lip. After a minute, the first part of the song ended. I
waited for the next scene to kick in, but it never came. It was silent.
Did
he mute it?

     
I looked back
up at Ethan, only to find his head tilted towards me. He wore a devilish smirk
on his face. Pressing his thumb to my bottom lip, he set it free from the
clamping of my teeth. And then his mouth was on mine. My response was
immediate, my body going lax against his.

     
"You taste
like strawberries," he stated as he slowly pulled away.

     
My confession was
spoken quietly. "I may or may not have raided your fridge…"

     
"Hmm." He traced his tongue along my bottom lip, then took it
between his own teeth ever so gently and sucked on it for a moment.
"Sweet."

     
The next kiss
was methodical. He began tasting the innards of my mouth until, at last, our
tongues met. When he carefully began sucking on that, too, I was startled by a
soft, high-pitched cry that came from out of nowhere. It wasn't until a few
moments later that I realized it had come from me. I pulled back and looked up
at his face.

     
It wasn't just
that kissing him felt good…
really
good. His mouth had power over me. It
radiated throughout my entire body, most especially in the area between my
thighs.

     
More. I need
more.
Pulling his head down, I kissed him hard. His hands were on my waist,
pulling me closer. Slowly, I began feeling my way down his chest, relishing the
feel of his bare skin beneath the palms of my hands. He was hard but
unbelievably smooth to the touch. We had to take a moment to catch our breaths,
but I still needed my mouth on him. I brought my lips to the corner edge of his
jaw and started trailing along the line, down his neck. I felt his hands
tighten around my waist.

     
He spoke softly
into my ear, "You can always say stop."

     
"Don't
ever stop," I murmured against his skin.

     
Gripping my
rear with both hands, he raised me off of him before settling me down onto my
back to lie underneath him. When he began kissing the sensitive part of my
neck, another wordless noise escaped me. One hand cradled my face while other
slid down to my ankle before making its way up again, this time dragging the
hem of my gown with it.

     
"I want a
whole day when I take you," he said as he nipped on my earlobe. "So
I'll have to stop. But right now I need to finish tasting all of you."

     
His hand left
my face and hooked itself around my other ankle. That was when my heart
stopped. Excitement. Eagerness. But also fear. I would have gladly gone down on
him then and there, but for him to do the same to me…It was too close. Too
intimate. I didn't want anyone to ever do that to me again.

     
"I'm not
going to hurt you," he spoke softly, taking notice of the apparent fear in
my eyes.

     
"…I
know."

     
He leaned down,
bringing his mouth back to mine. Kissing was good. Kissing would distract me. I
didn't think about anything else when his lips were moving against mine. I
didn't even notice at first that the front of my gown had been pulled up and was
now spread all around my waist, leaving my entire lower half in nothing but…
Wait,
when did he take my panties off?

     
His mouth left
mine, but it didn't go far. His lips began leaving a trail down my neck, down
and across my collarbone. Instinctively, I arched my back as I felt his fingers
on me, stroking gently up and down and then around in small circular motions.
Inhaling sharply, I reached for his hair and kissed him fiercely, needing to be
distracted again. While he worked the most sensitive part of my body, I took my
time tasting the flavor of his mouth.
Good...His fingers feel so good.
I
pulled away to catch my breath, and at the same time he leaned back to look at
me.

     
"You
wax," he stated. I think he was surprised.

     
"…It's
more convenient." I quickly closed my legs and turned away, embarrassed. I
didn't like being inspected down there. He pried them apart with ease, of
course, and came back down to give me a chaste kiss.

     
"Do you
know what you do to me?" he asked quietly. "Do you have any idea of
just how perfect you are?" His eyes were heated. Open. Honest.

     
He's serious
.
I almost wanted to laugh - I saw myself in the mirror every single day. But
deep down, I was melting. He thought I was perfect. Not potentially pretty. Not
cute or sexy. Not even beautiful. But
perfect
. Whatever I might have
been, it was obviously right for him.

     
"Don't
ever hide from me. Understand?"

     
I could only
nod in return.

     
He kissed me
once more, his mouth hard against mine, and I felt one of his fingers enter me.
Gasping, I arched into him again. His finger was both longer and larger than my
own, but he moved it carefully, stroking my insides and spreading the growing
slickness in soothing motions. When I pushed my pelvis against his hand, he
pulled back and shifted his body away from me. I felt cold from the sudden lack
of his body heat, but was instantly distracted when his mouth closed around my
clit, sucking lightly before working it with his tongue.

     
My body jolted
sharply, as though I had been hit with a heavy current of electricity. It
triggered every cell within me, and the effect was staggering. My breathing
became shallow. I bit my lip so hard it reopened the small cut from earlier,
but the pain didn't register. Ethan inserted a second finger and I cried out.
It stung, but didn't detract from the pleasure I was feeling.

     
I'd had my fair
share of orgasms in the past, but this was something else entirely. I hadn't
even come yet, but what I was feeling was already more intense than anything
I'd ever felt before. Needing to hold onto something, I felt my nails digging
deep into my palms, but I was still too full of bliss to feel any pain. His
tongue was warm, wet, and smooth on my clit, which was somehow made extra sensitive
by the chill of his breath. I felt his lips close around me again, sucking as
his fingers began to speed up. Suddenly, my blood felt as though it were on
fire. My vision became blurry and I knew I was at my peak. I came hard. All the
cells that had been triggered were now zapping with a loud clash. One after
another, they went off throughout my entire body, creating a current of
absolute relief and satisfaction, causing my body to turn into a shaking,
quivering puddle of jello.

     
As I was coming
down, I faintly felt Ethan's tongue inside of me before it began to lick around
just outside of the entrance, as though he were getting every last bit of my
juices that he could. Eventually, he leaned up and licked his two fingers off,
all while staring at me intently with a wicked gaze.

     
"Holy
shit," I breathed shakily. "That was so much better than when I do
it."

     
He raised his
brows and I gasped, quickly moving to cover my mouth.
Did I just say that
out loud?

     
A wide-toothed
grin formed on his face as he laughed. When he bent down to kiss me, I could
taste myself on his lips and tongue. It felt dirty in the best kind of way.
Taking his face between my hands, I kissed him back earnestly.

     
"Can I
return the favor, then?" I asked.

     
His expression
went from surprise to thoughtfulness as he glanced up towards the window.
Wrapping his arms around my waist, he moved to sit back and lifted me up onto
his lap.

     
"I would
love nothing more than to have that sweet little mouth of yours around me. But
I have to get ready," he answered regrettably.

     
I turned my
head towards the window. The sky was now a few shades lighter than when I had
first come in here. Pretty soon, the sun would be rising.

     
"Later,
then." I kissed his neck and hugged him tightly.

     
He waited a
minute before speaking. "Since you're awake, I can take you home. Unless
you'd like to go back to bed?"

     
"I'll get
dressed."

     
As I got ready,
Ethan went to take a shower. Perhaps he didn't think I would be able to finish
him off within the short amount of time he needed to get ready...Well, I guess
he'd find out about that another time.

     
After I got
changed, I decided to mess around on the piano. I was in a very mystical,
dizzily happy kind of mood and there was a particular song I wanted to play. A
simple one that didn't require too much hand technique. It did take a minute or
two to figure out the right scale, though. Mostly, I was worried about how big
the keys were. I had small hands and could only stretch them so far, so hitting
certain chords was a cause for concern. But aside from that, it should have
been okay to play. I didn't have to know all of the proper notes. Once I got
into it, I would be able to play by feeling. Taking a deep breath, I began
playing, letting my voice carry the tune.

     
My singing
voice was sweet - annoyingly so, if you ask me, but it worked well with the
song so I didn't try to deepen or adjust it. "
…there
- oh!"
Whoops.
I completely fucked up on my right hand. After flexing my fingers again, I took
another breath and started over.

     
I was never
able to read music, so I had to rely on playing by ear. When I was younger,
more than drawing, it was fooling around on the piano that brought me peace. Or
at least it was up until it got my ass beat. I made it a few lines into the
second verse before I hit a wrong key on the chords. "Ugh!"

     
"You can
sing."

     
I jumped, not
realizing that Ethan was standing right behind me. He was freshly showered and
dressed in a dark blue suit that emphasized his long and lean body. Then again,
I had yet to see an outfit on him that didn't do that.

     
"How are
you so perfect?" I blurted.