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His words were like hot, liquid sex. His passion for his craft ignites my soul as he speaks. “I understand,” I choke out.

“Good. I won’t leave you here through the whole set. I just want you to have this experience. And, I won’t touch you.”

I’m puzzled now. “You won’t touch me? Why?” I say trying not to sound desperate.

“Again, you need to hear the music. If I touch you, you will always associate my touch with their music. As pleasurable as you might find it, I don’t want you to like their music because you have memories of me doing naughty things to you. But, don’t worry. When, this is over, I’m going to touch you. A lot.”

I gulp, “Are you leaving me now?”

“Yes. But I will be close by.”

With that, I hear him walk casually away from me. The band begins to play. Josh is right. I have no idea what The Nora’s look like but I can hear them. I mean, really hear them. I’m not focusing on their stage attire or if they are dancing or thrashing around on stage. For all I know they could be ugly or beautiful, preppy or Goth. All I see is black. But, what I hear is super.

The Nora’s sound is truly unique. I can only compare them to Metric with a splash of Uh Huh Her. The second song is ethereal mixed with a bit of folk-tronic beats. By the third song, I’m grateful for the opportunity to hear the band without seeing them.

After the third song, the band takes a break and Josh comes to get me. As he approaches me, my heart grows with anticipation with every step. He doesn’t say a word, but I feel him remove the blindfold. My eyes take a few minutes to adjust. When I can finally see, all I see is Josh. It’s this moment I know what I have been missing.

I shyly look at him feeling exposed with my new heightened senses. Josh has made me feel so much in such a short period of time. “What’d ya think?”

“They are fantastic!” I really mean it.

He laughs. “I know they are good. But, how did you like listening to them blindfolded?”

“It was an experience like no other. I was so…I don’t know…alert.” But, now I am alert and yearning for Josh.

He grabs my face and kisses me slowly easing his tongue in to my mouth exploring and tasting me from the inside out. He breaks away leaving me breathless. “That was the point, love.”

I’m pulled from the seat and whisked back to Lena and Eric. I feel flushed and unmasked as if everything I feel for Josh is written on my body. Josh’s arms enclose around me giving me the armor I seek. “You okay?”

I lift my head to face him. “I’m more than okay.” I lean in to him inhaling his scent of spice and musk.

He kisses and nips the curve of my neck and I shudder in pure delight. I feel a pool of moisture gathering in the basin of my underwear. He whispers, “Oh, the things I’m going to do you when were done here tonight.”

Feeling playful, I whisper back. “I don’t remember making plans to be with you tonight.”

He discreetly nibbles closer and closer to my earlobe and then tugs the lobe ever so gently with his teeth. An inaudible sound escapes my mouth. Josh chuckles softly. “This has nothing to do with plans, Bree. We’re like fucking magnets. We couldn’t walk away from each other tonight even if we tried. Don’t you feel it? Every force in the universe is pushing us together.”

Damn it. He’s right. I feel it. Love is supposed to be a complex emotion. But, with Josh it was there when I saw him the first time.  Given my past, I should be careful. I should guard my heart and make educated decisions when it comes to picking someone to fall in love with. At least, that is what I told myself after Nick and I broke up. Well, shit. Looks like that plan is null.

“There’s no place I’d rather be than with you tonight,” I full heartedly mean it. I want to be with Josh tonight. Knowing that little teaser the other night was appetizer before the main course; I could hardly wait to be in his bed again.

His mouth stretches from ear to ear in delight. “Me too. Let’s finish this up so we can get the hell outta here.”

 

 

                                                                      JOSH

 

It doesn’t take too much convincing to get Bree back to my place. And, I’m thankful for that. I’m also thankful for having a wingman like Eric. It’s pure luck that he seems to be attracted to Lena. So far, he’s kept her attention so I can focus in on Bree.

As we enter my place, I glance back at Eric. “Make sure Lena gets home okay?”

Eric smirks. I know what he’s thinking. There’s a ninety-nine percent chance Lena isn’t leaving our place tonight. Just like there is a one-hundred percent chance Bree is not leaving tonight.

“Sure, man,” he responds.

“Lena? You good?” Bree checks in with her girl. I can see out of the corner of my eye that they are communicating with their eyes. I know all is good when I see Lena wink at Bree.

It’s then I drag Bree away and push her in to my room. I slam her against my wall and my mouth assaults hers. Her growl passed my through my lips in to my mouth.

Feeling Bree lose control with the simplest sexual experiences make me want to blow my load right then and there. But, I already did that the other night. I want to touch Bree, skin to skin, without any barriers this time around.

I pull away from her lips. In protest, she leans up and nips where my lip ring is jutting out. She’s making this a lot harder than I expected. Literally.

As she is happily lapping at my lip, my hands travel down to the base of her t-shirt and my fingers graze her stomach, circling her bare skin just below her belly button. In frustration, I grab the bottom of the shirt inching more and more of it up to reveal more skin to toy with. I feel her chest heave against mine as she trails soft, moist kisses from my lips to my ear lobe. Now, I know I’m in danger of losing it.

I feel her hot breath against my earlobe and her tongue begins to torment the soft flesh by dancing in circles.  “Fuck, Bree.”

In haste, I jerk her shirt up and rip it over her head exposing her black bra. The yielding, milky flesh juts out from the cups begging for release. I dive down, planting my open mouth on each mound. I feel her tense and sigh with anticipation of my next move.

To calm her, my lips seal hers as my hands skillfully reach around her back to unclip her bra setting her breasts free. Her bra drops to the floor and my hand slides from her back to the front tucking itself under her breast. My thumb makes a sweeping motion across her pink nipple. Her mouth leaves mine and her head drops back. “Oh!”

Fuck me. I’ve hardly touched her and the sounds coming from her mouth are pure torture.

With my other hand, I cover the other breast kneading it gently then swiping the pad of my thumb over her perky nipple.

“Oh god!” she moans. Holy fuck. If my hands are giving Bree this much pleasure, I start to wonder what my mouth can do.

My mouth covers the right nipple making a small popping sound as I cover it and then pull my lips back. “Ahhh,” she cries. Yep, I’m on to something here.

“Don’t stop,” she whispers. Not planning on it.

“Fuck. You have a tongue ring, don’t you? How could I have missed that?” she shames herself. I don’t plan on telling her I take it out sometimes. I want to see what she likes better. Right now, she likes the cold metal against her warm skin. So, I’m gonna keep it in for awhile.

As I work my magic with her breasts, teasing and swirling my tongue in patterns, she tightens her grip around my waist. Her fingers move to the hairline just above my low- lying jeans in a teasing motion. It’s like she wants to make a move but is afraid to unleash what already has begun. The inner war in her head comes to an end and it’s clear what she wants.

She lifts my shirt above my head and takes a step back covering the top part of her body with her arms. Her eyes meet mine then slowly drift down to where she has removed my shirt. I think she realizes that I’m exposed, not so much physically as I am mentally. So, she drops her arms allowing me to see her as she sees me. All of my tats on my body have meaning. But, the ones I keep covered have the deepest importance. They are for me.

Bree grasps what is happening and walks forward lightly grazing her fingers across my chest. “Our flames burn as one,” she whispers.

Never before did I feel like I needed to explain anything to anyone, especially a chick. Bree is different. Before she reads in to the meaning, I blurt out an explanation.

“It’s a from a song…by the Nixons. It’s about my sister.  She, um, died. So, I wanted to honor her in some way. This was our song.”

“It’s beautiful. And, I’m sorry about your sister.”

I don’t want to talk about my sister. I know she died a senseless death. And, I know Bree has probably been through some of the same shit my sister experienced. Right now, I just want to prove to Bree that she is safe with me.

I drag her in to me. We are chest to chest. Just looking in to each other’s eyes. She wipes my bangs to the side and runs a finger across my brow ring. Her finger then moves down the side of my cheek and caresses my lip where my lip ring overhangs. It’s like she is comforting me without words. Her eyes never leave mine. I know, in this moment, I am never going to let Bree go. She is mine.

My mouth covers hers and I dip my tongue in to her sweet opening. Our tongues find a comfortable rhythm. Her hands slide down my chest and reach the top button of my jeans and she flicks it open. Fuck. Where is she going with this? Wasn’t I the one supposed to be making all of the moves?

Her hand slides in to the front of my jeans and sneaks its way under my boxers. I’m am rock hard in her hand. She removes her mouth from mine. Her wide eyes tell me that she is not sure what she started. So, I put my hand over hers and begin to move it up and down.

As she is hand fucking me, I try to pull my brain out of my dick. My hand is supposed to be down her pants right now. I need to find a way to reverse the table but her warm hand on my cock is really distracting.

She is watching my face as she is working me and I can tell what she is doing to me is turning her on. I want the same for her. I quickly pull her hand from my crotch and throw her down on my bed. I’m standing over her with my pants hanging off my ass and decide to discard them. As she watches, I place my hand over her curvy stomach and make a swirling motion just above the zipper of her skirt. I rip the zipper down and pull her skirt from her body. The only thing that is left on her body is her thigh high fishnets and black undies. In my mind, I’m silently cursing the inventor of fishnet stockings. They are a fucking wet dream.

I slide her panties down over the stockings. Her breath hitches. “I’m going to leave these on,” I slide my hand up and down her thigh. “Did you purposely wear these to torture me?”

With an innocent look on her face, she answers. “No. I’m sorry.”

She’s fucking kidding me, right? “Baby, don’t ever apologize for turning me on.”

With that, I spread her legs apart and slide my hand into her warmth and cup her. “Oh!” she lets out. I begin to swirl my fingers around the area that is begging for attention using her juices for added pleasure. 

My finger-tips leave the nub and dip down to enter her. Using one finger, I enter her. Most. Amazing. Feeling. Ever. Knowing that I made her this wet is blowing my mind. On top of that, she is tight as can be. I slip a second finger in to her and her head falls back and her mouth opens in an ‘O’ shape. She’s close and I can feel it. My fingers never leave inside of her but my thumb reaches up to caress the spot that started it all.

Bree is bucking against my hand and I am watching her in awe. Her actions are raw and animalistic. It’s the most beautiful scene that I have ever witnessed.

I have never wanted to please a woman so much as I do know. As a matter of fact, if this were anyone else, I would have let them finish the hand job I was receiving just minutes before. Then, I would have kissed them on the cheek and shuffled them to the front door.

I see Bree grip the sheets and her movements are matching my fingers. There’s desperation matched with ecstasy on her face, “Josh…Josh…please!”

I move my fingers faster inside her and apply pressure with my thumb, “It’s okay, baby. Come for me. That’s all I want. I just want to see you come.”

And, with that she explodes all around my hand and me. She pulls her grip from the sheets and claws at my chest that is hovered above her. I lean in and insert my tongue in to her mouth.

As she finally calms beneath me, I pull my fingers from inside of her. “That was amazing.”

She blushes, “Shouldn’t I be the one saying that?” I sense a bit of bashfulness. The last thing I want is for Bree to be shy about coming in front of me. If only she could see what I just saw. The look on her face as I was pleasuring her…well…it was just stupefying.

Her flushed cheeks and satiated appearance is a sight for sore eyes. “You are so beautiful, Bree. I mean it. Everything about you is beautiful.”

With that, she reaches up to kiss me and runs her fingers through the back of my hair. She slides her hands down the back of my naked body until she reaches my ass. I feel her gently push me in to the side of her leg. Momentarily, I am torn. It is taking everything I have right now not to bury myself inside of her. My dick is aching for it. But, this is different. Bree is different.

              She senses my hesitation and looks me in the eye. “Everything okay?”

              “Yeah…it’s just…” she cuts me off.

              “You don’t want to do this with me. Do you?” I can see the disappointment on her face. What she is thinking is the exact opposite of what I’m thinking. I want to keep Bree around. She’s not a one-night stand or a fuck buddy. She’s the real deal. As much as I want to fuck the hell out of her right now, it’s too soon.

              “Bree, I want to. I want to so fucking bad…it hurts. A lot. But, I think we are rushing this part.”

              She’s thinking. I can tell. She is biting her bottom lip and that in its self is a turn-on. Taking my face in her hands, she pulls me down to her mouth for a quick, deep kiss and suddenly lets go. “You have a point. I want to look forward to the day you take me. I want to fantasize about it when I’m not around you. I want to anticipate every touch and movement you have planned for me, Josh. I can only imagine what you can do with…this” she takes my cock in her hand and squeezes it, “Because…what you did with your fingers was nothing less than fucking amazing.”

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