How You Touch Me (3 page)

Deep. Inside. Her.

Julian groaned. The ache was too much. He wanted her
so much. His hand began to move, his cock throbbing painfully in his
palm. He wanted to move in her, slide his cock in and out of her and
feel the walls of her wet, tight pussy surround every inch of his
cock. He would keep moving, slowly at first, then harder and faster
as she raised her hips to him. He would pound into her and watch her
body moving and her breasts bouncing to his rhythm. He would keep
moving, sucking and stroking her nipples, until she came. The look
on her face when she orgasmed was the most beautiful thing he had
ever seen. Her face swam before his eyes, and he moaned, “Sophia.”
She was so sweet. He wanted to call her every night, have her in
his bed and fuck her every single night. “Sophia, oh
Sophia...” he gritted out her name.

His eyes opened a crack and through his hazy vision, he
saw her face. He blinked slowly, still groggy from pleasure,
focusing on her pretty face. He opened his eyes wide and her face
came into sharp relief. With a jolt, Julian saw her shocked
expression, and froze. He wasn't dreaming or fantasizing. Sophia
was really in his room, standing before him. She had been standing
by the side of his bed and watching him masturbate.

How long had she been standing there?

The reality should have hit him like a sledgehammer, but
the shock on Sophia's face had subsided. Her expression was soft and
shy. Her eyelids lowered and her lips moved soundlessly. She was
beautiful, and she was real. In the flesh, right in his room.

Julian covered himself quickly and stood up. As he
advanced towards her, she gave a start and spun round, stammering,
““I...I think I should just...”

“
Wait.” Julian sighed. “Please.”
Shit, had he frightened her again? Twice now, in one night.

Sophia shook her head and tried to back away. “I'm
sorry...I didn't mean to...I just heard something and I thought
you...you...”

“
It's fine. In fact, I think it might even be
good.” Julian touched her trembling lips lightly with a
finger.

“
Good?” Sophia blinked up at him. She
looked so adorable.

Julian took a deep breath and decided that this was it.
He had locked his heart away for too long. He would tell her
everything. She was the one. Slowly, he pulled his secrets and his
hurt out of himself and laid his heart bare before her. Sophia's
eyes never left his as he unburdened himself to her. He had lost his
wife and unborn child in an accident five and a half years ago. It
was a long time ago, yet he hadn't forgiven himself. But it was time
to stop dying and start living. It had been far too long since he
allowed himself to feel anything for anyone.

When he finished, she remained silent. Contemplative,
cautious. What burdens was she carrying? What past hurt did she
bury in that tender, fragile heart?

Julian reached out and held her waist. “Sophia,”
he whispered. He hadn't wanted anyone until this woman walked right
up to his gate and into his heart. He bent down and kissed her, a
soft, tentative kiss just at the very corner of her mouth, which
curved up ever so slightly.

“
I am very attracted to you, Sophia. And I think
now you know how much,” Julian said, and he felt his heart
soar. He was beginning to feel alive again. To feel desire and love
again. “The moment I saw you, I just wanted to get to know you
better. The moment I saw you at the gate, I wanted to rush out and
talk to you, to try to stop you from leaving. I wasn't even sure
what I'd have said, ask you to stay for supper? I really don't know.
I just wanted to hear your voice, and have you near. I...I've never
felt this way about anyone, any woman, since...”

“
Then why won't you...” Sophia bit her lip.

“
Sophia,” he whispered. “I want you.
I want you a lot, but...I cannot have you. Not before the test is
finished. I want to hold you, touch you, have you...but it will
interfere with your responses to the machine. So...I can't...but God
knows how much I want to!”

Julian felt his cock stir with need the moment he moved
his hand down her hips. She wasn't wearing anything under her long
t-shirt. With a surge of lust, he pushed her t-shirt up high over
her breasts. He just wanted to feel her bare skin against his. He
heard her gasp at his touch. God, he wanted to pull her breast full
into his mouth and suck and lick her senseless. Impulsively, he
lowered his lips to her nipple, but at the very last instant, he
managed to rein in his raging desire. Breathing heavily over her
heaving breasts, he closed his eyes and just inhaled her scent.
Trembling, he held her tightly against him, feeling the searing heat
of her body against his. He could remain like this forever. Hold
her forever and never let her go.

He felt her stir in his arms, and she raised her face to
him. What he wouldn't give to kiss her right now. But he couldn't.
He mustn't. But he didn't want her to think that he was rejecting
her again. As softly and gently as he could, he explained to her
what the sex machine was supposed to do: explore and stimulate all
her senses, every part of her body, using various stimuli and
sensations. And he couldn't do anything with her that would
interfere with her responses.

When he finished, Sophia asked quietly, “You won't
hurt me, will you, Julian?”

He winced. Her question was like a punch to the gut.
“Sophia...I won't. I won't ever hurt you. How could I? When
all I want to do is love you and make love to you...” He meant
every word, but for now, it was enough just to have her near, to hold
her for the longest time.

Julian felt her shiver in his arms, and he was about to
speak when she pulled sharply away and regarded him with a cheeky
grin.

“
I wonder what else your machine can do, Dr.
James,” she teased. “I wonder how much more I can take.”

Julian stared at her. Gosh, this woman was full of
surprises. She could make him smile, and laugh, and feel more
intensely than anyone had ever done.

He loved having her around, having her so near him. But
when the contractual time of three weeks was up, could he let her go?

I wonder how much longer I can resist you.

Julian hugged her to him fiercely. To hide his inner
turmoil and anguish, he smiled down at her and said, “We'll
see. I guess you will find that out very soon.”

I wake up in a spacious, king-sized bed with soft, satin
sheets caressing my body. The oversized t-shirt I have on, the only
thing I am wearing, has been pushed up to my waist in my sleep. As I
move my bare legs slowly over the soft sheets, the memory of what
happened, or what nearly happened last night start flitting through
my still-drowsy senses. I had been in Julian's bedroom, and I had
seen him naked—and highly aroused. He had been stroking his
huge, beautiful erection and moaning my name. He was rock hard, just
thinking of me. I can't help the smile that creeps over my face at
the thought. He wants me. Just as much as I want him.

I glance languidly round my bedroom, one of the two
guest bedrooms in Julian's house. My hand slips under my big t-shirt
and starts toying with my puckered nipple. I can feel myself growing
wet at the thought of Julian's naked body stretched out on his bed,
his cock raging with lust as he yearned for me. What was he thinking
of doing to me? Did he want to suck and taste me, penetrate me and
thrust hard into me? The image of his large, glistening cock pushing
deep into me makes my clit throb with desire and I move my hand lower
down my stomach. My nipples are firm and erect and I release a
shuddering breath as I run my fingers over them and tug them lightly.
My right hand finds my clit and I rub it gently. Should I just take
care of how I am feeling right now, or should I wait? I did sign the
contract to allow Julian to explore every inch of my body and push me
to the very edge with his sex machine. There will be more orgasms
to come. I stop touching myself and turn to my side. Being aroused
is good. I haven't been so aroused by anything, anyone in such a
long time. This aching desire that I am feeling lets me know at
least that I am still alive. Stop dying and start living, like
Julian said. There is nothing to be afraid of. If that strange,
metallic sex machine can stimulate me with air, water, or any other
substances, then I should just surrender to the sensation and let
myself go. It is time to let go of my fear and my inhibitions.

Dr. Julian James, the devastatingly handsome expert on
human sexuality, is right.

If you constantly deny your body and your senses,
you'll slowly wither and die.

So.

Quickly, I slip out of bed and wash up. At the door, I
stop and frown. I am not wearing anything under my t-shirt, no
shorts, no undies, absolutely nothing. I can't go to breakfast like
this. Nervously, I open the door and peek out. I take a tentative
step out, and my foot nudges against something soft at the side of
the door. My eyes round and I kneel to see a pile of new clothes on
the floor. They are all women's clothes—some blouses, tank
tops slacks, skirts, denim shorts, bra, panties. They've been put
here, at my door, so they should be meant for me.

I gather them up quickly and spread them out on my bed.
All the clothes and underwear are in my size. It seems that Julian
has noticed that I have discarded the only clothes on my back in his
laboratory, and has gone and bought some nice, new ones for me.

I pick a matching set of bra and panties, and put on a
blouse and pencil skirt. This will be the first morning that I am
spending in Julian's house. I examine my outfit in the mirror. It
does look a bit too formal, but I guess it's better to be presentable
at the breakfast table. I don't want to look sloppy, not after how I
overreacted last night, crying and careening away from the machine
after the session. There is nothing wrong with being stimulated and
aroused, even if it is by a machine, I tell myself sternly.

Just do it.

Smoothing down my skirt one last time, I step out of my
room and walk down the stairs. I am not sure why I am tiptoeing
across the hall towards the kitchen, but the sound of cutlery and
conversation coming from the kitchen is making me feel rather shy and
apprehensive. Last night, Julian and I were alone in this spacious
mansion, and I'd had my first orgasm in his sex machine. I am not
sure how Julian will look at me now, in the harsh, sobering light of
day. Night always feels more private and seductive, making you lose
your sensibilities and judgment. But the morning after...well.
Wham, bam, thank you ma’am. I'm not sure I'm prepared for
that. Not from Julian.

At the kitchen door, I hear Julian's hearty laughter and
a woman's voice. The woman's admonishments seem to be more in jest
than genuine annoyance. Julian chuckles, and I imagine his solemn
expression softening and his rugged features lighting up. I take a
small step forward to try to catch a glimpse of his smile. At that
instant, Julian turns around and his eyes meet my own wide, uncertain
ones.

“
Sophia.” He scrapes his chair back and
comes to me. “Good morning, sweetheart. Did you sleep well?
This is Mrs Kenny, my housekeeper, chef extraordinaire, miracle
worker and light of my life.”

The woman moves away from the stove and smiles at me.
She is a plump woman in her mid fifties, with short, curly gray hair
and lively blue eyes. “Good morning. You must be Sophia.
Aren't you a lovely thing? I'm Mrs Kenny, and I am everything that
Julian says. He tells the truth, that he does. He is a good, honest
man, though I think he should get out more. For the sake of
everyone. Don't you think, Ms Sophia? Please, sit down. I'll get
you some pancakes.”

“
I'm very pleased to meet you, Mrs Kenny. Your
pancakes smell great.” I smile back.

Julian pulls out a chair for me at the long dining table
and whispers into my hair at I sit down, “But not as great as
you.”

He meets my startled gaze but looks away quickly with a
lopsided smile and starts pouring me a cup of coffee. When Mrs Kenny
turns around, he straightens his face and his back immediately. She
fixes him with a knowing look as she ambles over with a stack of
fresh pancakes. Julian reaches out to steal a pancake, and she
smacks his hand resoundingly.

“
Let the lady eat first,” she scolds him.

“
But I was here first!” he protests.

“
The lady comes first,” she says with a
slight inflection of her voice. “Remember that. That is the
secret to my lasting marriage. And I should know. I've been happily
married to the first and only boy I dated for more than thirty years
now.” She winks at both of us and turns back to the stove.

I blush deeply at the erotic turn of her words. Does
she know the purpose of my stay here? I look down as Julian heaps
the pancakes onto my plate. “Syrup, butter...?” he asks.

“
I...I'll help myself to the maple syrup.
Thanks,” I say awkwardly.

As I eat, I glance up frequently at Mrs Kenny as she
bustles around the kitchen, humming softly to herself. She is a
cheerful, sprightly woman, nimble on her feet and quick with her
hands and words. She continues bantering and joking with us as she
works. When she has finished her chores in the kitchen, she removes
her apron and pauses at the dining table on her way out. “Sophia
dear,” she says gently. “I'm really glad you're here.
You know, I haven't heard Julian talk and laugh so much in one
morning. You have brought joy back into this house, and to him.”