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Author’s Note: Hello. I don’t know where or when this story came to me, but I felt like writing it and Dangerous Liaisons wasn’t co-operating with me. I thought I’d write this as a sort of practice for future sex scenes in my stories since I have never actually gotten through an honest to God sex scene in any of the other stories I’ve written. There is a plot to this, at least, a point to this story other than sex. I hope you get it, because as usual, I have my doubts. I don’t know how it will sound to you guys but I hope it isn’t horribly awkward, but I needed to practice so I gave it a try. A little note though, it isn’t necessarily suppose to be romantic for the purpose of this story so don’t think that my scenes for Dangerous Liaisons will be exactly like this. I just needed to get past my shyness. :p Anyway, here’s the story, I hope you like it…or at least get it. :p
Silvered moonlight filtered through the diaphanous white curtains of her bedroom window. A small, silent breeze caused the delicate pieces of fabric to dance to an equally silent tune. She laid on her back amongst the mass of cotton sheets of her large bed. Alone. She watched the fluttering material with blank, honeyed coloured eyes.
He was going to be there any second now.
She turned her head and looked at the glowing numbers on her digital alarm clock and turned her head back to stare at the curtains. Her slender hand that was still at her stomach, moved down until it reached the top of her barely covered thighs. It was midnight. An anticipatory, completely humourless smile touched her delicate pink lips. Swinging her long legs over the side of her bed, she got up and headed, unhurriedly, towards the front door of her house.
He was here, she could feel it. She didn’t wait for a knock or the ringing of a doorbell; he never alerted her of his presence. She would always just know.
Still, she slowly turned the lock on the large white door and opened it for him. Like she had anticipated, he was walking up the stone path leading to the front door, watching her as she opened it for him. He didn’t smile at her or acknowledge their meeting. He simply watched her as he approached. His dark eyes roaming blatantly over her body. They traveled up her bare legs, to the edge of the red lace and silk that barely covered midway down her thigh, up across her stomach to her breasts that were clearly outlined by the thin silk, over the smooth skin at her neck and finally to her face, framed by tousled and wavy blond hair.
She watched him in return. He was handsome, harshly so. All rugged angles and lines with a certain allure she couldn’t quite explain. All she knew was the need inside of her. The need for his touch. She took it all in with a reaction that was purely feminine. Heat seeped through her body in anticipation.
Once he reached her, he didn’t stop. He didn’t even greet her, instead he reached out and cupped the back of her head, dragging it towards him. Her eyes fell closed before his lips crushed hers in a kiss that was rough, almost painful and entirely erotic. She responded to him without missing a beat, parting her lips so that his tongue could meet hers and caress it with an almost violent urgency. He walked her backward, away from the door as he kissed her, pushing the door closed with his booted foot. Her hands came up to bury themselves in his hair, pressing herself against him.
She needed him. She needed it.
He pulled away slightly and glanced behind her, still walking her backwards. He held her as they made their way towards her bedroom. She clung to him, hazy from their kiss, just like she did every night.
Once they were in her room and standing in front of her bed, he grasped her shoulders and held her away from him slightly. Again, his darkened eyes assessed her appearance with a searing heat. His hand let go of her and went to the hem of her nightgown. He touched the skin just beneath it on her thigh and pushed the material up, slowly, up over her hips, her stomach, her breasts, and up over her head. Those eyes never left her body as he discarded the flimsy garment somewhere behind him.
“Good,” he murmured, his voice a husky rumble in the silent bedroom. Just as he had instructed her the night before, she wore absolutely nothing underneath the red nightgown.
“Hurry,” she whispered harshly. She grabbed his hand and pressed it against her breast. “Just hurry.”
His lips lifted in a humourless smile. “As you wish.” He moved the hand that she had up against her, kneading roughly. “Like that?” he whispered.
She nodded, throwing her head back at the sharp pierce of pleasure shooting through her. Her eyes closed, letting herself savour the feeling of his hand at her breast for just a moment. “More,” she demanded with another rough whisper.
Without warning, he took his hand away from her breast and pulled back slightly. “What is it you want, sweetheart?” he murmured silkily. “Tell me.”
She opened her eyes and looked at him. “Don’t play games with me. Not tonight.” Impatience rippled through her. This wasn’t what she needed. What was he playing at? “Don’t call me sweetheart.” She grabbed his hand again and placed it on her inner thigh. “Just don’t.”
His eyes glittered at her through the darkness. Slowly, he moved his hand up her thigh until he was touching her where she was aching to be touched. He took his time caressing her in slow, uneven movements. She was melting for him, slick with wanting it. She was also writhing with frustration at the aching pleasure he was delivering without any looming satisfaction.
“Please.” At the exact moment she whispered the word, he slipped a single finger inside her. “Yes.”
“Is this it?” He pressed. “Is this what you wanted?”
She wriggled against his hand. He stood perfectly still, his finger unmoving inside her. “Damn it, you know it is. I said not to play games,” she gasped. “Please. Please, not tonight.”
He took a little pity on her and began to move his finger in and out, deliberately, slowly. Her knees buckled suddenly and she fell against him, her forehead against his shoulder. He didn’t slow or quicken his pace as he held her. She tried desperately to move against his hand, but he wouldn’t let her, holding her firmly still as he had his way with her. She half mewled, half growled with frustration. She knew he was more than ready for her, she could feel the blatant evidence against her hip. What was he waiting for? “That’s enough,” she managed. “I need you right now.”
“We haven’t even started yet,” he murmured against her ear, torturing her still with the slow movements of his hand.
She impatiently twisted her head around. “No games,” she almost hissed.
He smiled that wry, humourless smile again. “All right. No games,” he growled softly. He pulled his finger out of her and pushed her away from him so that she fell backward onto her bed. She went up onto her elbows to watch him as he undid his belt and unzipped his pants. Within seconds he was on the bed and on top of her.
“Good,” she gasped when he parted her thighs roughly. “Put it in.” This time, he did exactly as he was told, lodging himself inside her with one smooth thrust. She let out a long, husky moan at the feeling of him finally being inside of her.
There, that’s what she needed. All she needed.
He didn’t pause, didn’t wait, driving into her roughly right from the beginning. She held on to him, matching him thrust for thrust. “Yes,” she breathed. “Oh yes.”
He smiled down at her, a satisfied, almost crude smile. She ignored him, shutting her eyes from the sight of him and strove only for release.
A face, a handsome face. Not his face, but another’s. A softer, more charming face with blue eyes and a dazzling smile. It floated tauntingly in her mind’s eye. “No!” she gasped. She tried to push the picture away, holding onto the shoulders beneath her fingertips. It was slick with sweat and her fingers slipped down his arm. “Harder,” she commanded in a whisper. She needed him to drive away the image.
He quickened his pace, driving into her more forcefully than even before. The image wavered and disappeared. She relaxed again and saw release looming, finally, ahead. She rode the wave of pleasure he was providing her, eyes still screwed shut. Yes, she was close. So close. The image flashed again suddenly and she let out a scream, her body shuddering with fulfillment. Dimly, she felt he must have finished too, but she didn’t care. She let the waves of ecstasy flow over her body until she was left…numb.
Her eyes didn’t open as she felt him pull out of her and move away from her.
“Goodnight, sweetheart.”
“Don’t call me that,” she murmured right before falling asleep.
“Yeah,” came the figure’s voice, sweet and honeyed. “Why aren’t you asleep?” She watched his shadow move towards her and she turned from her side, onto her back. Once he reached her, she looked up into his sweetly handsome face. He touched her forehead with his fingertips. His blue eyes flickered to the bedside table. “Is that your wedding ring?”
Panic rose in her throat but it was gone again instantly. She turned her head to watch him pick up the gold band. “Here, I’ll put it back on.” She reached for it with her hand, but he held the ring away from her and caught her outstretched arm. Very gently, he slipped the wedding band back on her finger. “I think I’m going to take a shower and get ready for work now,” she said suddenly, pulling her hand away.
“There’s still an hour before you have to get up,” he told her, confused.
She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and got up.
“What happened to your nightgown?” he asked when he noticed her nakedness. The shock on his face evident in the darkness.
She shrugged. “Must’ve lost it during the night,” she said calmly. She began walking out the door, but stopped and turned around. “Oh honey, you’ve got some lipstick on your shirt right there by your collar. Take it off so I can put it in the wash.”
“Oh, it must be from you when you kissed me goodbye this morning,” he explained just as calmly.
She smiled. “I don’t wear lipstick, darling.”
The colour drained from his face.
“Get some sleep, baby. You look exhausted.” She turned and walked out the door, leaving him staring after her.
I love you, darling. No one else. Never anyone else. Be my wife. I’ll make you happy.