TouchStone for ever (The Story of Us Trilogy) (18 page)

The timbre of his
voice and use of the word
missy
is enough to spark a visceral reaction
in me. “What do you want to do?”

He peels my dress
from my arms until I am sitting across him, wearing only black lingerie and an
anticipative expression.

“To give you your
wish.”

“And that was?”

Quickly he removes
his shirt and tosses it to one side, leaving it to land over the mound of metal
and chainmail like a dusting of snow. “To make love to me.”

Oh!

I fashion an untruth.
“I’d forgotten.”

He knows better.
“Really?” 

I have no answer to
that. “No, but the moment has passed.”

“It has?” With that,
he rolls me over onto my back and arches his body into mine until I can feel
the soft pile of the carpet against my skin and the weight of his body on mine.

 “How do you expect
me to fly for 13 hours with an erection like this?” He unbuckles his belt and
pushes down his trousers. ”You want me, don’t you?” He licks his lips and waits
for my reply.

Instinctively, I look
down. What I see makes me draw breath and I avert my gaze, looking left and
right, anywhere but there. “I … do,” I mutter.

“Then how would you
like to make love to me?”

There’s no going
back.

He smirks in such a
way every muscle below my waistline constricts and releases in a kind of
internal spasm.

”I … I want to take
you to a place you haven’t been before …”

He tips his head like
an attentive pupil. “I’m listening.”

I reach out my hand
for him to pull me up. As he does so, I push him backwards onto the carpet
until I am lying on top of him like a human blanket. “Close your eyes.”

He does.

I lift my iPod from
the deck, scroll down to Shakira and press
Empire
. It starts softly but
I know the music will build to a roaring crescendo as he sprints towards his
riotous climax.

“Give me your hands.”
Obediently he holds them together as if praying and I reach behind me, open the
drawer of the bedside cabinet, and lift out our set of handcuffs. I raise his
arms above his head, sliding them under the lower half of the bed and attach
the handcuffs around his left wrist.
Click
. He body stiffens. I ease the
other of the handcuffs around the leg of the bed and attach his right hand
until he is totally disarmed and at my mercy.
Click.

Kissing the skin
beneath his ear, I whisper, “Now this is what we’re going to do… I’m going to
make love to you because you are my husband and I adore you. Your body belongs
to me now.”

His breath catches.
“I believe that to be true.”

I prepare him for his
sensual voyage of discovery by removing his trousers and boxers. In a matter of
seconds he is lying naked and highly aroused on the carpet with his eyes
closed, waiting, anticipating my touch. With the light of the bedside lamps he
is clearly visible; every inch of him rippling and moving like taut,
flesh-coloured fabric stretched over muscle. His eyes are closed but mine are
free to roam, returning again and again to his impressive cock as it points
upwards, dipping and rising as his abdomen undulates.

Quickly, I remove my
bra and panties and stretch myself across his muscular torso claiming him in
his entirety. “My husband could make me come with words; that was just one of
his talents. Today you’re going to experience exactly that.”

Hi face is alight
with expectation. “Let the lesson begin.”

With my fingers
outstretched, I descend his body, stopping along the way to kiss and nuzzle
chest hair; to dip my nose into the curves of his abs and his hips. I begin …
“Your heart rate is increasing;  you’re having to take deep breaths to control
your arousal and you want to be inside me …”

He’s breathing
heavily, clearing his throat to construct a sentence. It leaves his mouth in a
stutter. “I, I … do, very much.”

“Tell me how it feels
to be desired, like this.” I nip at his thigh and sooth the sting with a kiss.

“It feels … like
nothing else.”

“Go back and feel
what Ayden felt in my apartment. We are making love; he is coaxing me to come.
Say the words…”

While he seeks out
the moment, I clamber across him, rocking and grinding myself into him. My
clitoris catches against hard flesh and I call out, “Ah!” forcing him to open
his eyes.

What I see makes me
pull back. His pupils are so dark they have bled into his irises like an oil
slick. He begins to tug at the bed until the leg creaks and moves a couple of
centimetres. The muscles in his forearm are contracting and I’m fearful he’ll
free himself.

“I want you,” he
growls with the intensity of a rabid animal. He raises himself on the carpet
and arches his back in search of me.

“Ayden,” I call out,
“Ayden, look at me.” I have his face in my hands. “Look at me and centre
yourself. Absorb the feelings, don’t fight them.” I don’t know what I’m saying
but for the sake of self-preservation I have to say something. I can’t afford
to think of arrangements or adventures. All I must see is Ayden; to allow the
desire diffusing through my bloodstream to enter the chambers of my heart and
release itself through a display of erotic exultation. And, if that doesn’t
work, I’ll just fuck him until he begs me to stop!

But look at him. I’ve
fanned the flames of passion to such an extent I fear he is at the point of no
return.

The music increases
in volume and tempo, mirroring his agitated state of provocation.

“Don’t play with
fire, Beth,” he snarls, reading my thoughts. “I need to be inside you, now!”

Hearing his words and
watching how they escape through clenched teeth, reminds me of the intensity of
our connection. Seeing him coming undone like this is affecting my own
breathing; my heart is racing and I’m so moist he must be able to feel the
wetness. Taking this bull by the horns I tease him further …

“No. Not yet. I want
to taste you …” I run my hands across his abdomen, along his pectoral muscles
and take hold of his shoulders; rocking forward, I follow the line of his jaw
with my tongue and kiss the shadow of stubble forming there, spurred on by the
groans emanating from somewhere deep inside his core.

“Do you want me to
stop?” I ask breathlessly.

He struggles to say a
single word. “No.”

I descend slowly,
ravenously, like a woman finding her appetite for a delicious meal laid out
before her. “Tell me what you want.”

In a husky voice I
barely recognise he states, “You know.”

I skirt along his
pubic bone. “Tell me.”

His body begins to
quiver. “Tell you or show you?” he asks, causing me to lift my eyes to meet
his. “Enough!”

As if in slow motion,
the bed begins to move; it appears to be floating upwards off the floor just
high enough for him to slide his hands beneath the leg supporting it. In one
languid movement he frees his hands, still handcuffed, and the bed descends. My
mouth falls open and my eyes widen out of trepidation.

He sits upright,
outstretches his powerful hands and takes hold of my waist, keeping me in
place. His hot hands inch upwards, the chain almost at breaking point. He finds
my breasts and his thumbs rotate around my nipples in tiny circles until I am
shaking with a heady cocktail of fear and anticipation.

“You asked me to tell
you what I want,” he says with a charcoal grey stare, so penetrating I fear
that simply witnessing it will cause my palpating heart to explode. “Darling, I
want to fuck you so hard and so deep, I can barely contain myself.” He tips his
head to the right. “Does that answer your question?”

All I can do is nod,
feeling the power radiating from his hands as they take hold of my neck; his
thumbs caressing my throat, feeling the movement of a hard swallow before
easing their way to my face; the chain from the handcuff skimming my lips as he
rests it there reminding me of who is really holding the reins. Inside I’m
clenching, alarmed yet so aroused I’m starting to pant.

“What am I going to
do with you?” he asks, shaking his head from left to right a split second
before lifting his hands high above my head in a wraparound movement. His palms
are wide against my back. “You said you wanted to make love to me. Well, here I
am. All yours for the taking.” He smiles in such a way, I realise this is just
a game. He’s being Ayden, exuding danger but using it to trigger my arousal. He
really has been reading Ayden’s thoughts.

I feel my body
deflating, so rigid had I become with fear. I know now, Ayden’s influence is so
powerful that he won’t allow him to hurt me. He might tease me mercilessly and
scare me half to death, but he won’t gain any pleasure from my pain.

“I think you’re going
to be a demanding pupil with your extra-terrestrial talents.” I glance sideways
to the bed. “I’ll have to take you in hand.” I lower my right hand to his
impressive erection and take hold of it, feeling the sensation of the velvety
soft skin that encases it. With his flattened palms, he arches me into him and
finds my mouth; first with his moist tongue and then his lips. I feel his
tongue touching mine as he deepens the kiss until it becomes a fiery fusion of
extended sighs. With my free hand I grab at his hair, feeling the dampness of
perspiration at its roots.

With my right hand I
continue to run my fingers the length of his cock at a quickening pace; I feel
it growing in my hands, thick and unyielding. Droplets of pre cum cover my
fingers, making me moan into his mouth.

His hands descend
and, at one and the same time, he grasps my buttocks, squeezing and lifting me
aloft.

“I’m ready for you,”
I confess, resting both my hands on his shoulders.

“Are you sure?” he
asks, smiling behind a kiss.

I descend onto him,
not stopping to reply. “Ah!” I call out, feeling the sensation of something
unfamiliar and imposing. But, I’m so desperate to feel him inside me I push on
regardless. I lower myself onto him, feeling a tingling sensation as sensitive
tissue stretches to allow him access to my sex.

Fuck!

“Can you feel how
hard I am for you?” he asks, beginning to rock my body forwards and backwards,
coaxing me to feel the exquisite rub of ribbed flesh internally.  “Slowly, I
want to savour the tightness as you grip me.”

I hold off, but my
arousal is evident in my quickening breaths and feverish moans of pleasure.

A growl escapes from
his throat. “Ah, the exquisite grasp of your body. You are something, Beth.”

With us melded
together, I hear a single click and know exactly what it is. His containment
had been no more than a charade. He knew all along about the release catch.

His grip tightens on
my buttocks. “Come on Beth, show me what you can do with this delectable body
of yours,” he says, baiting me, his mouth switching between an involuntary pout
and a roguish grin.

I slide both hands
into his hair and pull his mouth onto mine. “You haven’t the faintest idea what
I’m capable of,” I state plainly, claiming his mouth with my tongue. “Lie back
while I fuck you!”

I push him backward,
taking hold of his hands and slamming them down either side of his ears with
our fingers entwined; the handcuffs dangling from his left hand like cheap
jewellery.

I arch my back and
reposition myself so our union becomes a slick assembly of moist flesh and
matted hair.

“This is not the
woman I married,” he states, goading me on.

“That’s because I am
not
the woman you married,” I remind him, beginning to rock steadily up and
down, gripping him like a gentle fist.

He closes his eyes.

“Look at me! Open
your eyes and look at me,” I call out. “You watch me come because that’s what
you want; to have me capitulate, to reveal my soul to you at that very moment.
Now witness what I’m giving you and take delight in my surrender.” I pull my internal
muscles and squeeze him in a vice-like grip. I feel him shuddering at the
sensation and reinforce my offensive with circular movements to stimulate nerve
endings, and it works. He is groaning with pleasure; a deep growl vibrates in
his throat, leaving his mouth like the final roar of a dying animal.

“Fuck!”

“You’ve been spending
too much time in Ayden’s head. Now you’re even swearing like him,” I announce,
knowing my words will be lost in the heat of the moment.

I lift myself up and
away from him until he is almost separate from my body then slide down again
and again, taking him in one long thrust. I have to tighten my grip on his
hands to displace the sensation of a simmering orgasm. I must close my eyes.
With them closed I hear Ayden’s voice.

I’ve let the genie
out of the bottle …

He’s right, I don’t
recognise myself. With that declaration I dive into that endless sea headfirst,
making ripples, hoping they will merge and form into a tidal wave that will
remain unforgotten for a lifetime. I writhe onto him and lose myself, release
his hands and succumb to the ecstatic embrace of carnal sex.