ChapterFive
SKYE
I’m enjoying the dark of the lounge and Seth’s proximity, when he reaches out and turns the lamp back on, again. I’m reaching out to flick it back off when he shakes his head.
“No, Skye, leave it on. When I make you come, I want to see your face. I want to see your body tremble with release. Please don’t hide from me?”
There’s something about this last part that stills my hand. I’m not sure what he means, but there’s a hidden message there. I’ve not come to terms with what it might be when he speaks again.
“And don’t you want to see my face when I come?”
OMG, if I was aroused before, it’s got nothing as to how turned on I am now.
And damn it, why is he still wearing a shirt?
I grip the front of his t-shirt shyly for a start. Then the little devil in me has me dragging it up and over his head before I gaily toss it to one side.
Other than Seth’s general magnificence, I’m struck by the crisscross of scars on his chest, a testament to his military career. Tentatively, I kiss my fingers before tracing a few of the larger ones. Even these, as hard won as they’ve likely been, are beautiful to me.
I’m running my finger along another, when I whisper out, “So brave.”
Never in my life have I been this close to something as magnificent. However, it’s Seth’s stormy blue eyes that capture my soul. So much so that it takes a second to realize that while I’ve been transfixed by his battle scars, he’s already undone the top button on my shirt.
One-by-one, he takes his time, kissing each newly exposed piece of flesh as it’s brought into the light. I’m close to screaming with anticipation before he spreads the shirt wide.
“I like the pink. Let’s see what’s hiding here.” Then, with an ease that hints at experience, he undoes the front closing on my bra with a mere flick of his wrist. As he’d done with my shirt, he sweeps the lace to the sides, before reverently kissing each breast in turn.
He looks up, making sure he’s got my attention before he speaks. “They’re more perfect than I’ve dreamed of.” He drops his head back down, with my right nipple soon jealous of the left, although thankfully, not for long.
He then trails kisses down my body until he reaches the buttons on my jeans. Again, he takes his time undoing the rest, ramping up my anticipation. That he deliberately brushes his knuckles against my heat while he’s about it only builds on this.
Damn it, if he doesn’t hurry up, I’m gonna stand up and rip all my clothes off.
It’s a thought that has a giggle breaking free, and him looking up to see what’s funny. In answer to his raised eyebrow, all I can come up with is a breathy, “faster.”
And Seth does not disappoint.
Thanks to his military training or good-looking guys always having the moves, I’m soon as naked as the day I was born. I’d feel exposed but for Seth’s hot gaze sweeping my body.
He’s still taking too long, and so I arch my hips in silent invitation. He responds by sliding down my body, his lips and tongue swiftly claiming that most sensitive of gems.
Hah, and my friends said I was crazy having such a large sectional in my tiny lounge. I have to be honest though, when I’d bought it, I was thinking more of movie nights. I’d never pictured myself lying here naked and being pleasured by a man like Seth.
Not even in my wildest dreams. And I’ve had plenty of those since the first time I saw Seth in town.
Thanks to the size of the sectional, there’s plenty of room, with my body screaming out to make the most of it. I want to writhe against that gorgeous body of his, getting as close as humanly possible.
Seth’s got other ideas. His hands on my thighs hold me right where he wants me. This leaves the very center of my being at the mercy of his mouth and tongue.
As he builds on the layers of my desire, my senses are close to being overwhelming
My very core sings its approval of this lavish attention with it only a matter of time before I’m also hitting the high notes.
Actually, only two minutes pass before I’m screaming Seth’s name over and over, just as he’d promised. The orgasm rips through me and I embrace it. After all, it’s my first ever courtesy of a man. To say my love life to date had been underwhelming is an understatement.
I wonder briefly on how long it is since I’ve gone all the way with a guy. I hope I can cope physically, because Seth is in a whole different league from that last guy. We’re talking Little League versus Major League, here.
Will it even be physically possible? My eyes meet Seth’s and the knowledge I’m about to find out rushes through me. Strangely, though, I’m not scared, because my gut tells me he’d never hurt me. It also tells me he’s still wearing a lot more clothes than I am.
