Copyright 2006 by Markee 2baad-sosaad. No part of this work may be reproduced without the written permission of the author. E-mail: phlyonzawahl@shaw.ca.
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She giggled.
He sighed.
‘Do at least TRY to be serious, ok? Trying to set a mood here.’
‘I'm sorry, it's just...I've never done this before.’
He paused, reflecting for a moment.
‘High time, then, wouldn't you say? Unless you're getting cold feet?’
‘Well, actually my feet ARE a little chilly, but that's probably 'cause the floor is cold!’
‘Such a funny girl. Maybe I'll warm 'em up for ya.’
‘That'd be nice.’
‘If you're lucky.’
‘Right. Don't want to get ahead of ourselves, do we?’
‘Got to know your place.’
‘With proper guidance, I'm sure I can be trained.’
‘I have faith.’
He brushed the hair away from her shoulders, regarding the sunburn that ran down toward the arc of her areolas. The sight of her stiffening nipples caused him to stiffen in equal measure.
‘Some burn you got’, he said, trying to distract himself. ‘Heard of sun screen?’
‘I used it! She pouted. ‘Guess I didn't use enough, huh?’
‘Not hardly.’
‘…look, I don't mean to be pushy or anything, but are we just gonna sit and banter, or did you have something more in mind?’
He paused again, lightly running a finger from one side of her bare shoulders to the other. As she shivered at his touch, he marveled at the heat generated from her sunburn. Seeing goose flesh appear on her arms and legs, he smiled.
‘Yes, we're going to sit and 'banter'. Yes, I have something more in mind. Feeling frustrated, are we?’
‘Maybe. Just a little. Yes.’
If she knew how desparate he was to loose himself from his trousers while she sat in a chair just in front of him, she'd realize she wasn't the only one ready to burst. How he wanted to meld his flesh into hers, ravaging and leaving her entire body as red as her sun-scorched shoulders -
This was a good exercise, though. An exercise in control - for both of them.
Perhaps sharing some of what he was feeling wouldn't spoil the mood, though.
‘…I lied.’
She flushed, her cheeks reddening just below the blindfold. ‘Wha - what do you mean?’
She held her breath, waiting for her worst fears to be realized.
‘I DO want to fuck you.’
‘Shit!’ She gasped, expelling the breath she was holding. ‘Don't DO that!’
‘Do what?’
‘Scare me.’
‘I WANT to scare you. In a good way.’
‘That wasn't a good way. You had me worried, and that scares me in a not good way.’
‘I see. We're getting off-topic, j.’
‘Right - sorry. You WANT to fuck me? I see. I think.’
‘Sure - you remember when I said I didn't? Well, seeing you here, naked, legs spread wide, with your womanly essence filling my nostrils...it's fucking exciting, darling.’
‘Really…’
‘It's all I can do not to rape you right here and now.’
‘Hmmm - guess I should be flattered.’
‘If you'd like. Flattery isn't why I mention it, though.’
‘No?’
‘No.’
The blush on her cheeks traveled toward her nethers, and warmth seemed to be traveling from her feet upward now.
‘Better get a grip, then.’
‘Was just thinking the same thing,’ he said, gently kneading her arms just below her shoulders with his fingertips. As his kneading intensified, he began nibbling on the nape of her neck.
‘You taste good.’
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