I placed my hands on Reed’s shoulders and began to rub them. He put his head down and started to make sounds. I could tell that what I was doing was helping, so I continued, until Reed reached up and grabbed one of my hands. He turned to look at me and smiled. “You’re making it real ha
rd to pretend that I don’t want to kiss you.”
I smiled, thankful that he couldn’t see me blushing again. “I’m standing behind the couch. It’s not like we’re face to face. Besides, I’m not scared of you anymore. It’s not like you could even catch me if I tried to run away from you.”
We both laughed.
Then Reed did something so quickly I couldn’t react. He took ahold of my hand and pulled me over the couch. My body tumbled on top of his and I was left looking up at him, while lying across his lap. “I may not be able to run, but I can certainly slow you down.” He moved the hair away from my face while I stayed still, staring into his eyes. This was not how I’d envisioned ending up in his arms, but I certainly wasn’t complaining. After my dream, and then his accident, it was exactly where I wanted to be. The only problem was giving in to what I secretly desired.
Reed spoke softly, his voice breaking as the words came out. “What’s a guy got to do to get a girl’s attention?”
“You’re already doing it,” I said in a whisper.
We started moving toward each other, both knowing what was about to happen between us. We’d played this cat and mouse for some time, both ending up in the same situation. I was tired of denying what I wanted. Our lips met in a kiss that was both powerful and passionate. Unlike my dream, where it felt so real, this was definitely happening. Every inch of my skin begged to be touched, and I wasn’t about to stop him when he tried. My hands gripped his wet shirt, lifting it over his head. He did the same, pulling mine over my head and tossing it on the floor. I got off of his lap and backed up onto the floor. Reed ducked down, finally getting on his knees to face me. We kissed while he removed my bra. Our tongues collided right as I was pulling him down on top of me. The plush rug beneath me added cushion, and I had a feeling we weren’t going to move from this spot.
I began to shiver, not from being chilly, but from knowing what was happening. Reed tugged down my yoga shorts, bringing my underwear with them, just like he had in my dream. He kissed my hip then ran his lips up to my belly button. Pure emotions ran through me, traveling from my fingertips to my toes. I was completely naked, eager to get him the same way. I used my feet to tug on his shorts, letting him know that we were on the same page. There was no need for words. We both knew what was about to happen.
There we were, both completely naked. I was wrapped in those strong arms, ready for whatever was in store for us. Reed lifted himself over me, looking down at my body. I started to cover myself, but he shook his head. “Don’t. You’re beautiful. I want to see all of you, Erica,” he said in a soft whisper. Our lips met, and I forgot all about feeling shy. He had me captivated, totally engulfed in his every move.
His dog tags were cold against my naked breasts as he came in for another kiss. Each time our lips met I felt my hunger for him growing. I wasn’t just depriving myself pleasure for so long, I was also without companionship, never realizing how lonely I’d been. It only made this encounter seem desperate. I yearned for some kind of acknowledgement that I was a woman, in need of attention, and gratification.
As our affections intensified, Reed pulled away. Out of breath, he traced my lips with his fingers. I closed my eyes and appreciate the way it felt to be touched so gracefully. “Stand up, Erica.”
I wasn’t sure what his intentions were, but I knew he only wanted to provide me with pleasure. I was willing to do anything he asked if my end result was release. All of my pent up frustrations were clouding my ability to give my all with work and life in general. As much as I’d been against this encounter, it was beginning to give me hope.
I stood up, feeling the natural pull of my body, my breast standing at attention, while Reed looked me over. He stood up and walked around me, while my body continued to shake. I wasn’t scared of being with this man. I was afraid of not being good enough. “How long do I have to stand like this?”
“I need to see all of you,” he said against my ear. Butterflies gave my stomach a twirl, while I tried to accept my actions. “What does the air feel like on your nipples?”
His question embarrassed me. The prude in me wanted to not answer, but the wine was making it hard to deny what else was happening inside of my head. “It tingles. I can feel them getting hard.” I had to close my eyes as I spoke, even though I knew I was doing it because I couldn’t accept that it was out of character for me.
I felt him brushing over the hardened tips of my breasts. New sensations overwhelmed me. His breath was on one of them, blowing heat. “Do you like that?”
I nodded silently.
He pinched one, holding his grip until I let out a little cry. “Want me to stop?”
I shook my head, because I didn’t want him to. In fact, I wanted him to keep going for as long as humanly possible.
I opened my eyes to see him sucking one of my nipples in between his lips. The sheer delight of what he was making me feel was overpowering. As soon as he pulled away I wanted to grab his head and shove him back onto my breast. He licked the tip, watching me watch him.
I could see my heavy breathing as I watched, but couldn’t calm myself. What was happening was too intense to relax.
Reed backed up and got down on his knees. He grabbed my hips and twisted my body so that the front of me was facing the fire. He made a sound when his concentration focused on my pussy. I fidgeted my legs, trying to hide that part of me from him. He grabbed them and forced them to stand apart, while laughing at how I was acting. “Close your eyes.”
Reluctant, I did what he said, trusting him with my body. The moment he touched my sex I knew it would be difficult to keep my balance. I’d neglected that kind of contact for entirely too long. My depraved area was on fire, and it burned for the man that I could feel inching toward it. First he kissed my inner thigh. Then with such compassion, he gradually kissed me right on my pussy. I was on fire again, this time allowing the burning to make me lose control. While panting, I felt him pulling me down to the carpet. Reed laid me down on my back and stood up. I focused on watching his every move, especially when he turned around and flashed me everything he had. He limped, but not as bad as he had before. I was surprised by his arousal, and knew from his size that he was going to give me enjoyment.
“What are you doing?” I asked as he moved further away from me.
When Reed came back he was holding the first candlestick in his hand. He lit it against the burning pillar and walked back over to where I awaited him. “Keep your eyes closed, Erica.”
I closed my eyes, silently praying that he didn’t have some kind of fire fetish, that would leave me needing hospitalization. Utter shock hit me when I felt the first drop of hot wax touching my skin. My eyes shot open as I watched him tipping the candlestick so that more would fall to my tender skin. “Reed what are you -?”
He didn’t let me answer. “Shh, close your eyes, Erica. We’re just getting started.”
For a few seconds I was literally petrified. Thinking that he was going to hurt me, I contemplated kicking him and running back upstairs, but then the second drop hit my nipple, and as much as I expected to feel pain, a shot of pleasure rushed through every inch of my body. I let out a cry, full of need. He knew that I wanted to feel it again. I could hear it in his laugh. Then I felt it when he sucked on that same nipple. I opened my eyes and dug my hands into his hair, holding him against my tit. “Don’t stop,” I cried out.
He let go and flicked it again with his tongue. I pulled him up to my face and kissed him hungrily. The storm that was happening outside had become only a backdrop for what was occurring inside of the old bed and breakfast. We were too captivated by each other to care about anything else. The bottles of wine had allowed me to open a side of me that I didn’t know existed and I was ready to explore it.