The Awakening

Temptation beckoned but did I dare...
My breath caught as I walked into the room. He lay sleeping, sprawled on the chair completely unaware of the picture he presented and the hunger in my gaze as I took in the sight. I should have knocked but didn't he always tell me that I was the only one he trusted within the walls of his private sanctuary? Would he still trust me if I gathered the nerve to walk across the room and give into the desires raging through me? Would I see shock or delight in his blue eyes when he awoke to find my hand curled around his hard--
The thought ended as he stirred in his sleep, shifting the towel lower on his hips and increasing my awareness of what might lie beneath. I held my breath and waited to see if he would awaken but he merely settled once more, his chest rising and falling in a steady, even rhythm.
It was now or never.
As quietly as possible I closed the door and crossed the room. It was late, and I should be at home, but I'd stayed to see to some last minute requests he'd made over our lunch together. Had he forgotten I was still here?
I glanced toward the picture window and the moonlit night beyond. Would he dare get this comfortable knowing he wasn't alone in the house? If the answer to that was yes, was it an invitation of sorts?
God, I was thinking too much! I needed to act, or leave.
I took a deep breath, swallowing the scent of him that tormented me whenever he was near, which was too often for my unsettled emotions to handle at times. Was it natural to want someone to the point of pain? I really didn't know, nor did I have the courage to ask anyone.
I could barely think now over the pounding of my heart, which should have pleased me since it meant no more procrastinating, and yet, I stood there unmoving except to sweep my gaze over every inch of him. It couldn't be natural for a man to possess such beauty, and yet, here was such a man.
Perfect in every way, though I wondered how objective I was about such a thing.
He made a soft sound in his sleep. Did he dream? Of me?
Oh, now I was being truly silly. What was I to him but the woman he relied on to see that things got done in a timely fashion? I was like a reliable watch, or worse, a well programmed computer.
Feeling ridiculous for even believing for a moment I could touch him, I turned to make my way back to the door. Thank God, he couldn't see my tail tucked between my legs and my pride in tatters at my feet.
Something stopped me as I reached for the doorknob. A noise? A premonition? Perhaps nothing more than the stirring of the hairs at my nape, whatever it was, I turned and realized I'd never forgive myself if I left now.

I'd dreamt of what his skin might feel like but my dreams had gotten it all wrong.
I trailed the very tips of my fingers up his muscled thigh and thought of satin until I encountered the edge of the towel. My ears popped as I swallowed and then I pushed my hand beneath the red cotton. His skin was warmer where the towel had covered it, warm and a bit damp. Oh God..
I forced myself to go on and my nails brushed over crisp, unseen hair.
Two options screamed in my head: Run or go further.
I dropped to my knees and knocked the towel from his thighs which were spread just enough to allow me to wedge between them. Watching his face, though I longed to memorize the length, width and texture of him, I curled my fingers around his flaccid penis and dragged them toward the tip.
His entire body stirred in response.
His thighs pressed against my arms, his rippled abdomen contracted and the muscle in my hand throbbed to life. Terrified, I froze and waited.
Oh so slowly, his lashes lifted and his sleepy gaze locked on my face. There was a moment of confusion, long enough to make me wish I had something to hide under but not long enough to formulate a good excuse for my current position. My mind raced to find something to say but my mouth was too dry and my tongue refused to work.
A sharp squeak rushed from my throat as he grabbed my wrist. I expected him to pull my hand away and order me to go and never come back. I expected anger or disappointment, anything but what I saw fill his eyes.
"What took you so long?"
I blinked and struggled to find my voice. "Wh-what?" I moistened my lips but they still felt dry and I wondered if the stroke of his tongue would be more effective.
His fingers flexed around my wrist before he tightened his grip to tug me forward. I fell over his lap, crushing his erection between my breasts. There was no way he couldn't feel the wild beat of my heart.
"Do you know how long I've fantasized about your hand on me?"
I gaped. Really, what else could I do?
His chuckle stopped my heart for an alarming amount of time. Oh God, don't let me die now. Not yet...
He straightened in the chair, cupped my face and tilted it to receive his kiss. The gesture shocked me to my toes and stole my wits enough that I was on his lap, straddling his hard thighs before I could comprehend the movements it took to get there. He pulled his mouth away to tease the edge of my jaw and I felt the gentle glide of his tongue.
Embarrassed by how much his touch made me shake, I gripped his shoulders and squeezed my eyes shut. If only I could calm my heartbeat.
"We can do this with your eyes closed but I'd prefer not to."
I forced my eyes open and met his sparkling blue gaze. "Do what?"
He pushed his hips up under my crotch and the moisture from my body soaked through the linen pants I wore. His smile was all the proof I needed to know he felt the liquid warmth of my arousal.
"Be a good girl and take off your clothes." He set me on my feet and then slouched in the chair with his arms crossed over his broad chest.
I felt brave enough to do anything while looking into his eyes, so the pants and the blouse landed on the floor, leaving me in nothing but cotton panties. I covered my breasts as heat flooded my face.
He held out a hand and beckoned me within reach. Catching my wrist again, he pulled me onto his lap and kissed me before I could throw up any form of defense. One strong hand cupped the back of my head, holding me still for the force of his tongue, while the other fumbled between our bodies to get my panties out of the way. The thick head of his penis stretched me wide, and I gasped into his mouth as he worked his way inside.
Oh God...
He touched the back of my throat and the deepest recesses of my body at the same time, and I dissolved in his arms....

L Rosario 3/8/07