Insatiable

“Rhiannon, baby, do I really have to wear this damn tie?”

Rhiannon opened the wooden bathroom door and peeked out, smiling impishly at the tall man who stood in front of his dresser mirror, his broad back to her. His navy blue dress shirt draped his body unbuttoned and loose, revealing a white undershirt that clung to his wide shoulders and flat stomach. A light gray tie lay in a crinkled mess around his neck, ruined by his frustrated attempts.

“Not if you don’t want to Jason,” she answered. His reflection smiled beautifully as the offending material was removed from his neck and tossed carelessly onto the bed.

“Are you almost ready Rhiannon? What the hell are you doing in there anyway? The junior high dance is starting soon and we’re expected to be there before it starts.”

“Jason, first off there are nine other chaperones. I doubt they’ll mind if we are a few minutes late. Secondly, it’s your fault I’m taking so long,” she said pulling her head back and closing the door.

“My fault?” he murmured to himself.” How is it my fault?” he called out, turning to look at the bathroom door. It cracked open; Rhiannon’s head squeezing out with a smug look on her face.

“Because if someone hadn’t gotten hungry and if we hadn’t stopped at that restaurant for an hour so you could stuff your face, I would have been ready long ago,” she answered matter of factly.

Jason snorted and turned back to the mirror, his long fingers deftly slipping small buttons into small holes.

“I did not stuff my face. I just ate more than a normal person should. I had football practice remember? That means I didn’t eat all day. And it’s just a small dance we have to chaperone Rhiannon, not a damn wedding.”

“True,” she conceded.” But as the presidents of our senior class we have to set an example. And you missed a few buttons on your shirt Jason.”

He looked down and only then realized he had. She laughed lightly at his muffled curse before shutting the door. She looked into the large mirror; smoothing her hands down the calf-length, form fitting, deep crimson dress. The silk clung to her body, emphasizing her slender, curvy body while the deep neckline revealed the generous swell of her breasts. Held up by two minuscule straps, the dress was, simultaneously, a mixture of innocence and wickedness.

She rolled her eyes as Jason cursed again, the volume of his voice gradually increasing, before grabbing the high-heeled shoes that rested on the floor near the toilet and opening the door. She managed to smother her laughter as she watched him try to button his shirt with no success, his growing aggravation only making the simple task more difficult. Though the bathroom door had sent out a small creak as it was opened, he took no notice, focusing instead on looking down at his shirt threateningly with narrowed eyes.

Chuckling softly, Rhiannon walked across the bedroom floor until she was standing before him, her hands on hips that flared alluringly. Her dress swayed at the bottom, catching his attention, and his brown eyes were wide as they traveled the length of her body in disbelief.

“I have worn a dress before in my life, you realize,” she commented dryly, swatting his hands away from the buttons. She unbuttoned them quickly, freeing the tiny pieces of clear plastic from their wrongful prisons.

“Yeah but you didn’t look half as beautiful then as you do right now.”

She smiled up at him, blushing slightly as she ran her hands down the undershirt, smoothing it down over hard muscle and warm flesh. His stomach muscles rippled under her fingertips, clenching tightly.

“This damn thing is going to keep bunching if it isn’t tucked in,” she said, her voice oddly light and melodious.

“So then tuck it in,” he answered, his deep voice husky. Ignoring the languid heat that flooded her veins at his words and the mental picture that it created and the rapid beating of her heart, she unbuttoned the khaki pants that rode low on his hips and tugged down the metal zipper. Not trusting her voice, she grasped the edges of the undershirt, pushing the excess material beneath the waistband of gray boxers, brushing heated male flesh. Her arms wrapped loosely around his waist, slowly moving toward the front of his body, intent on her task, trying desperately to ignore his body heat that flooded her, to forget the intoxicating scent that swirled around her, creating havoc on her senses, the scent that was all him and all male.

She grabbed the final scrap of white cotton and slowly slid it down his taut abdomen. She heard his sharp intake of breath, felt his body harden, tighten. His large hands wrapped around her small wrists as they emerged from his boxers, halting them in their motions. She swallowed, looking up at him, unable to tear her gaze away from his beautiful brown eyes, eyes that darkened as they focused on her, shimmering with an intense emotion she wouldn’t dare place.

She let out a shaky breath, her full lips pouting slightly, sensuously, catching his attention. Her tongue darted out to wet lips that had gone dry, leaving them to glisten provocatively. He watched the movement, his gaze hot, ravenous, as his eyes met hers once more.

She wanted him to kiss her, needed him to kiss her, to take her, to make her his own. Her body tingled, desperate to be closer to him, her wrists sensitive as his hold on them lessened and his fingertips drew tiny circles on the bare flesh. He released a wrist and lifted one large hand, brushing back strands of golden brown silk from her face before letting it rest on the base of her neck, tilting her head slightly back. His other hand traveled to the small of her back, gently pulling her closer to his body. She complied, captivated by the hunger, the naked desire that dominated his soulful brown eyes. He lowered his head leisurely, brushing the corner of her mouth in a maddening soft kiss. Her eyes closed of their own violation, her breath shortening as her fingers tightened their hold on his lean hips.

“Rhiannon,” he murmured, his lips hovering over hers, brushing them tantalizingly. She whimpered softly and his control was forgotten as his fingers tightened in her hair, his arm enveloping her, holding her against him. He was mindless at the feel of her gorgeous body so close, every curve pressed sensuously against him, her feminine scent inflaming his passion, increasing it, flaring it to life. His mouth closed the small distance between them, his kiss desperate, greedy. She opened her mouth, a willing surrender, and his body reacted to her submission violently. He wasn’t gentle, claiming her mouth in fierce possession, fueling an already raging fire deep within her. She moaned as his hand left her hair, drifting lower to the zipper of her dress. She felt the material loosen beneath his touch, the thin straps falling down slender arms. She lifted her hands from his hips, sliding them under and up the thin white shirt, caressing his smooth muscled back, his hard stomach, his broad chest, even as his own hands skimmed the hidden curves of her body leisurely. His shirt bunched under his arms, unable to go any farther, creating a barrier. She pulled away from his mouth, slipping the dress shirt over his shoulders and the undershirt over his head. She trailed her fingers over the hot skin, pressing a sultry kiss on his collarbone, moaning softly as he hooked a finger under each strap on her arm and gently pulled down, revealing a red satin strapless bra. He exhaled sharply, watching as one long finger traced the tops of her silken breasts. They swelled under his touch; her nipples standing proudly even in their confinement. He bent his head, closing gently over the rigid peak, suckling through the fabric. Her fingers sunk into his short dark brown hair, holding his head to her, arching as his fingers skimmed up her spine, settling on the hooks of the bra and releasing them. He retreated to watch the bra fall gently to the floor, meeting her languid blue eyes as he lowered his head. He held her gaze even as his scorching tongue swirled, once, twice around the nipple, before enveloping it into his mouth, sucking voraciously.

He slid his hands down the sides of her waist, rubbing her stomach in tiny circles, drifting lower to push the dress over the swell of her hips. When his blazing mouth began to descend, traveling down her graceful stomach at a maddeningly slow pace, her knees very nearly gave out. Her trust in her own equilibrium in question, she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders to balance herself as he gently slid her black lace underwear down her slender legs. He caught her gaze then, his eyes smoldering, hungry, hot as they burned into her blue eyes darkened with unsatisfied passion. He didn’t look away as he slowly leaned in, placing a hot kiss there, between her legs. She moaned loudly as his tongue found the spot where he knew she would experience the ultimate pleasure. He lifted a leg to rest on his shoulder, her smooth thigh resting near his face, before sinking his tongue into her hot, wet core. His name was a litany on her lips as his hands caressed her, cupping her breasts then grasping her lower back, pulling her closer to his seeking mouth.

The heat continued building as his tongue and mouth explored, an inner tempest that swarmed and swirled within her, bringing her closer to contentment, until, in one maddening moment, release sang through her. She cried out his name, pressing his head even closer to her as her body convulsed in rippling spasms.

He stood then, gathering her to him when she would have fallen, her entire body something akin to hot liquid. Almost effortlessly, he picked her up, kissing her sweetly.

He explored, caressed, tasted her mouth with a tortuous slow pace that had her clutching to him in earnest, before placing her in the center of the bed. She rose on her elbows as he stepped back, shedding his remaining clothes. Her eyes glittered as he slid his khakis and boxers down his muscled legs, his shoes and socks quickly disposed of. Her body momentarily sated, she took her time, greedily examining his beautiful masculine form with a sincere appreciation. Standing at his full, impressive height, he let her look her fill, watching in fascination as her gorgeous blue eyes darkened even more with every passing second. She pushed herself to her knees, leaning over, grasping his sensually large hands and pulling him closer to her. She slid her hands up his solid, muscled arms, smoothing over and down his broad shoulders and chest. His hard stomach muscles clenched as she skimmed the hot skin with her fingertips, grazing, caressing. His own hands came to rest upon her slightly flared hips, but moved only his thumbs in slow, lazy circles, letting her explore. She lifted her head, meeting his smoldering gaze, pushing a hand through his short dark hair, caressing the back of his neck as she did so.

“Damnit Rhiannon,” he groaned as she pressed her body against his. “You should have stopped me earlier baby.”

“I want this Jason,” she whispered.

With a low growl he captured her lips, tasting, caressing, fueling a raging fire. He pushed her down, landing on top of her, his hands smoothing over curves. He moved between her legs, readying himself, unwilling to let go of her delicious mouth. Her hips moved involuntarily, pushing against him in a silent plea. He complied, sliding into her, filling her with his hardness, listening to her sigh softly against his mouth. He moved then, a slow, rhythmic pace that only grew in intensity. She moaned softly beneath him, gasping, raising a slender leg to allow him deeper access.

Her hands roamed his back, endlessly caressing, as his body met hers in fierce passion. He kissed her neck, her jaw as he moved, each thrust harder, deeper than the last. Her body was pliant beneath him, her sheath a molten liquid blanket that assaulted his senses, enveloping him, enclosing him, wrapping around him. Emotions raged with him, bring him closer to a satisfaction he knew he could only reach with her. Needing to have her with him, he slid a hand between their bodies, rubbing that hidden spot that he knew would bring her the ultimate pleasure. She shuddered once, twice, and in a cataclysmic moment, convulsed around him, squeezing him sweetly, bringing on his own release. The earth, his bedroom disappeared, his senses focused only on the woman beneath him and the soul shattering release that gripped him.

He collapsed on top of her, burying his face in her neck, his breathing erratic as she stroked his back soothingly.

“Are you alright Rhiannon?” he asked softly, his hand running casually down her side as he slid out of her. She sighed contentedly, pushing herself closer against him.

“Wonderful,” she answered back, her voice low and seductive. He pulled himself up on his elbows, looking down at her beautiful face, his gaze intense and searching. He kissed her jaw, nibbling softly.

“We still have to go to the dance Jason,” she murmured, her breathing broken as his kiss traveled lower.

“Shit,” he cursed against her neck. “Well we better get going then. We’re already late enough. How long will it take you to get ready again?”

“Give me five, ten minutes,” she said, pushing herself up and off the bed. He sat up to watch her as she walked towards the bathroom, her dress, bra, and underwear in her arms.

“Going to help me with my shirt buttons again baby?” he called to her, smiling arrogantly.

“Only when you’re getting undressed,” she called back over her shoulder.

“I’m taking you up on that when we get back,” he warned, leaning back against the pillows, his hands behind his head.

“Insatiable,” she mumbled, turning to look at him with a loving smile on her beautiful face. He only laughed before rising off the bed and grabbing his boxers.

“Not any more so than you Rhiannon baby,” he said, sliding the boxers up his legs.

“You’ll pay for that when we get back,” she cautioned playfully, before shutting the bathroom door.

“I can’t wait,” Jason said softly, looking longingly at the closed door before he finished getting dressed.