Strung (12 page)

Chayton kneels up, still straddling me but now across my knees.

"Trust me?"  His eyes are blazing with some unnamed emotion and unable to articulate my words I just nod. 
I do!

Keeping his eyes locked on mine, Chayton gives me a gentle, reassuring smile.  I feel his fingers deftly pop the button on my jeans and the zip comes down.  I feel the nerves starting to build again.  I think he senses it because he pauses.

"Please!"  I beg.  "Don't let me think!"

He shifts smoothly and sweeps my jeans and thong down my legs in one swift move.  Damn, he is good!  It takes me three minutes to struggle out of those jeans.  The realisation that he is well practised is an unwelcome intruder on my thoughts.  Standing he strips off his own clothes and
I am in awe as the firelight highlights his toned body and his impressive arousal.  He kneels next to me, tracing patterns across my belly and I involuntarily squeeze my legs together, feeling the damp spread.  His eyes are glinting and a small smile is tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Clasp your hands together.” 
Huh? 
I look up at him in confusion.  He is still kneeling beside me, his hands now resting on his thighs as he watches my eyes carefully.

“Do it, Acacia.  Clasp your hands together and raise them above your head.”  I entwine my fingers and hesitantly lift my arms so that my hands are resting on the rug above my head.  His gaze drop to my breasts
, which now feel very exposed and pushed out by my new position.

“You are beautiful.  Your breasts present
themselves with a pride you should share.”  My skin goosefleshes with nerves my nipples pebbling almost painfully and Chayton takes a sharp breath.  “You would look fantastic draped over me under a full moon.  Open your legs for me.”

Against my will, my eyes widen.  This is a step too far for me and I shake my head.

"You are going to open up for me like a lotus flower, Acacia," he murmurs and my eyes widen further with apprehension. 
What?  What, the hell, does that mean?

"Don't worry.  You'll want to."  He whispers, grinning widely.  I watch in horrified fascination, as he lifts my knees and bends them, kneeling at my feet.  Keeping my legs pressed firmly together, his thumbs stroke my kneecaps slowly.  He watches my face and I nod.  Slowly his mouth comes down to kiss the small valley between my
knees, dipping his tongue into the gully like a honey bear lapping up honey.  I squirm but he holds my knees fast.  His mouth licks, sucks, bites and kisses it's way slowly, very, very, slowly along the valley from my knees, heading....oh no!  His tongue is hot and burning, his breath cool and chilling.  I groan as he continues his torturous caress towards –
Oh no!  He isn't!  Is he? 

He lean
s over the top of my knees, his hands still pressing them together and his mouth has reached that dark place.  He nuzzles through my pubic hair with his nose and I think I can just about bear this.  My legs are still firmly closed.  How much damage can he do right?

He takes a deep breath, and murmurs with satisfied appreciation.  "The sweetest, most delectable, fragrance in the whole world." 

I don't know if he is just trying to be polite but it has to be the hottest thing I've ever heard and I groan loudly.  It is as if he's talking directly to my libido and it starts to simmer.  I am embarrassed, turned on, and shy and wanting more and suddenly he pulls my knees apart and I gasp loudly at the unexpected rightness of it.  I writhe and squirm under his hands needing relief, but to my dismay, he turns his attention back to my knees. 

My fingers scour the rug in turmoil as his mouth slowly works its way up the inside of my left thigh.  His fingers are kneading their way up the inside of my right thigh at a matching pace, and I don't know what to concentrate on.  The sensations are so different and yet both so exquisite and as his mouth and fingers reach their goal together, my hips betray me again, rising impulsively to meet him. 

With deft fingers, he opens me, just like that water lily and he is so right.  I want this.  I do not know if it's right or wrong or if I am supposed to like this or not.  I just do and the need for more is driving me insane.  A simmering pool of molten gold in the depths of my pelvis; starts to boil, scorching me with its heat.  I'm awash with sensation as his tongue starts to explore my darkest secrets, running circles around the tight little button, dipping occasionally into my core and my muscles start to tense. 

I'm tortured and wound up beyond belief, crying out loudly when his lips close around my button and suckle gently and I spasm and erupt violently, flying and falling and...
Oh, fuck!

I lie panting.  My mind numb; limbs feeling like lead.  What the fuck just happened?

"Hey."  I turn my head slowly through the treacle of my exhaustion to the whispered voice at my side.

"Hey."

"Are you alright?" 

"Uh huh."  I gaze in amazement at this incredible man's face.

"You look a little stunned."  He's amused.

"Uh huh."  My brain still refuses to function past visual appreciation and sated physical
self-awareness.

"You never had an orgasm with Robert, did you?"  His eyes are full of wonder but his voice doesn't hide the irritation. 

Christ, that's what that was! 
I'm not sure how I know, but I'm content that his irritation isn't directed at me and I bite my lip, blushing furiously.

"Was that you first ever orgasm?  You've never given yourself one?" 

Still blushing, I hide under a forearm but I can feel his eyes, as Chayton continues to gaze as me.  I peek and his expression grows perceptively harder and darker as we gaze at each other and the air between us starts to crackle again.  Slowly he brings his mouth down to mine and I let him in immediately.  Our tongues entwine, stroke and taste.  He tastes salty and knowing where his tongue has just been, I realise why.  Instead of disgusting me, it turns me on. 

I drag my fingers through his hair, and pull and our kiss deepens, becoming desperate and feverish.  Our breath mingles and my heart is pounding so hard I fear I might pass out if I don't come for air soon. 

I hear the tear of foil but his lips do not leave mine.  Finally, he shifts and moves over me, snuggling his legs between mine.  Taking his weight on one elbow, alongside my head, his free hand glides from my cheek, slowly down my neck, my breastbone and onto one breast, kneading gently; then sliding down the side of my ribs.  I feel his hand pause on my waist when I tug on his bottom lip with my teeth and he shudders, then it continues its journey over my hip and then between us, palming me intimately. 

A lone finger enters me, massaging me.  Then there are two and the tension is building to exquisite levels again.  I grind my hips subtly against him as his fingers stroke my front wall, slowly, expertly.  I feel him shift and start to withdraw.  I clench around his fingers, trying to hold them in and when they are
gone, I moan, sinking my teeth into his lip in protest.  Groaning, he nips me back then pulls back his head as he positions himself at my entrance and hovers there for an eternity, his eyes blazing into mine.

The teasing pressure is torture and I can't take anymore.  I wrap my legs around him and thrust my hips up to meet him, pulling him into me with my legs.  He groans and rears up on his arms, arching his back.  Hearing and feeling his arousal for me is intoxicating and I know
I am nearly ready to fall over the precipice again.  This time I welcome it as he starts to move his hips against mine, thrusting hard, and together we fly.

He is still lying between my legs, his head on my chest as I languish in the aftermath of the most incredible love making I have ever experienced, I twirl a lazy finger through a lock of his hair.  For the first time in my life, I know what it feels like to be treasured. 
I am not a fool.  I have not forgotten this is a 'no strings attached' agreement.  Nevertheless, I mentally hug myself because Chayton sure does know how to make me
feel
loved. 

Chayton
turns his head, nuzzling a breast playfully before lifting himself off and out of me, settling down beside me.  He runs a long finger around the edge of my face before kissing me chastely on the side of my mouth. 

His eyes have melted into soft pools and I gaze into them with reverence. 

"Don't let anyone ever tell you that you're no good at this Acacia.  Send them to me and I will set them straight.  Come, you need to catch up on some sleep.  Let's go to bed."

He stands and I take his hands.  He pulls me to my feet and tugs me close in a tight embrace before lifting me and carrying me to bed.  He puts me down and pulls back the cover.

"Lie down."

"You're not joining me?
”  I whine, feeling the cold pain of loss already.

"Of course I am.  Lie down."  I lie down and he pulls the covers over me, tucking me in.  I watch his
well-defined, naked body stroll around to the other side of the bed and he climbs in next to me.

"Thank you," I whisper,
for so many things, for everything
.

"For what?" he snuggles up beside me and I curl up around him, my head on his shoulder.

"For making me feel...”  I trail off.  For making me feel what?  Loved, cherished, beautiful, wanted, sexy, important?

"Acacia, what did Robert do to you?"  He nuzzles my hair with his nose and his fingers rhythmically strum the small of my back.

"Gee where do I start?”  I mutter, not really expecting a reply.

"Well, you can start by explaining why you've never had an orgasm.  I don't have any special skills Acacia. 
I am not the Superman of the Sack.  I haven't done anything tonight that any normal adult male isn't capable of." 
I would not be so sure Mister.

Absent minded, I tug gently at a curl of soft hair on his chest in front of my nose.

"I guess the depth of Robert's egotistical madness was worse than I thought.  He made me believe that I should be getting my pleasure from pleasuring him and I...  well..."

"So you though because you had no pleasure, you were doing a bad job pleasuring him?"  He shifts his head to look into my face.

"I guess so - that and he frequently told me I was useless.  Besides, he was the only man I had ever...  Well, I didn't know it could be different.  It was all I knew."

Chayton sighs and holds me tighter, kissing the top of my head.

"Acacia, he was right in a way, but very selfish about it."  I lift my head to look at him in horror.

"He was right?"  My voice is small and I feel like I've been slapped.

"Relax!  He wasn't
that
right."  He is smirking at me but his expression softens as he continues.  "I get very turned on knowing that you're turned on and that maybe I had something to do with it." 

I process his words and realise he is right.  Hearing his groans and heavy breathing
and knowing I was doing that to him, was hot.  Yes, it was a major turn on.

"You're right."  I smile as understanding dawns.  "So do I!" 

Then my face falls.  So why wasn't I turned on when Robert was turned on? 
Oh, God this is so confusing!

"Don't waste your energy thinking about him.  He's all kinds of fucked up and should be locked away.  He doesn't deserve your thoughts."

"What does deserve my thoughts?”  I ask, pressing my hips into his suggestively.

He doesn't vocalise his answer, instead bringing his lips to mine and carrying me away.

~.~

29th March

Chayton is curled up at my back, his breathing soft and warm on my shoulder and his arm loosely draped over my hip.  Something has woken me.  Then I feel it - edging slowly and perceptively against my backside, growing and hardening.  I lay quietly, musing over the potential this new development has to offer. 

I always wondered about the mysteries of the 'Morning Woody'.  Is it a sexual thing?  I mean, is he dreaming about something or someone, right now, which has him turned on?  Is it right to take advantage of it?  Should I wake him?  Should I squirm suggestively?  Should I repay the favour from last night?  After all he did give me three mind-blowing orgasms and if I recall...he only had two...

I slowly move his arm from my hip and he rolls conveniently onto his back.  Perfect!  I shift slowly to study him.  His face is showing the first signs of fresh stubble and his hair a glorious mess.  I watch his eyes shifting under their lids.  His black lashes are so long.  I tentatively run a fingertip softly along his lips and his mouth opens a fraction. 
Oh, the things that mouth can do!
  This gives me inspiration and I'm grinning, wondering what his reaction will be when he catches me. 

Very slowly, so I don't wake him too soon
, I slide under the duvet and seek out the recipient of this morning's jackpot. 

General Lee, is standing to attention, rigid, silky and impressive as I wrap my fingers around his length.  His hips flex briefly but his breathing confirms he is still asleep. 
Not for long! 
Slowly I flick my tongue over the satin smoothness of his tip, tasting his saltiness as I lap up the dewdrop hanging there.  He shifts again, I hear him groan and I smile as he hardens more in my hand.