Page 56 of A Lesson In Beginning

“I imagine it feels like those kisses.”

“Do not speak for the time being, unless it is to alert me to an issue. I want you focused on nothing but the feel of my touch and how your body reacts to it. Let me hear your delight through sounds of pleasure, and not words.” My lips closed tightly, slightly embarrassed at my poor attempt at levity in such a serious moment.

I felt his breath as he leaned over to whisper close to my ear.

“And for the record, that kiss was nothing more than a small warm-up to the amount of pleasure I hope to show you tonight.” The gravely, almost growling tone of his voice ricocheted through my body and straight to my core like a bolt of lightning.

His fingers danced along the neckline of my dress, dipping down to follow the curve of my breast to the middle, where the cut of the fabric showed just a hint of cleavage.

“Can you imagine my lips following this line? Can you almost feel the heat of my breath against your skin?” I nodded as his fingers moved outwards, the other hand joining the first as he danced along my breasts, finding the stiffened peaks with ease. He brushed over them lightly. I gasped, my breath panting out loudly. The music, combined with his sultry words, carried me into a state of arousal that was unlike anything I’d ever felt. It almost felt like what I imagined it would be like to get high, not that I had any more experience in that area than I did in this one.

“Feel me.”

Fingers grasped my nipples lightly through the fabric of my dress, pulling just enough to cause my eyes to spring open. Pleasure shot through me, making my thighs clench. I had expected him to be looking at my breasts, but his eyes were trained on my face, meeting my gaze with a hunger that surprised me, and yet matched my thirst for him.

His hands moved lower, following each bump of my ribcage, and lower, to the swell of my stomach. I had never thought to be ashamed of my stomach or the silvery stretch marks that marred my otherwise unblemished skin, but the feel of his hands caressing my curves had me sucking in, wanting to look more beautiful in his eyes.

“Relax your body, love. Let me touch you just as you are, without trying to be anything you are not. I am turned on by your body. Just as it is.”

With a deep breath, I released my clenched abdominal muscles and simply let myself feel his touch. His fingers danced down lower, over my hips and thighs before beginning the trek up once more. After what felt like an eternity, and also only a split second, his hands left my body. I whimpered at the loss, but Joel had a new command for me.

“Sit up for me.”

I obeyed, opening my eyes as he helped me to turn and sit on the edge of the bed. A single fingertip touched my chin, lifting until my gaze found his.

“Eyes on me. Don’t close them now.” I nodded slowly, feeling dazed as his hands found my thighs and spread them open. He knelt down, his hand cupping my cheek and tilting my head to the side as his lips found the line of my neck. His kiss was electrifying; soft lips brushing over my skin, caressing against the thundering of my pulse.

Lower and lower his kisses moved, his hands trailing up and down my curves, brushing here and there. A pluck of my nipple. Nails grazing over my ribs. My back arched as the sensations washed over me.

“Just like that. Feel me.”

His kisses moved lower, over my collarbone, making the same trek his fingertips had. This time, as his fingers found the neckline of my dress, he tugged the material over the curve of my shoulders and down my arms. In an instant and without any thought, he pulled the top half of my dress down around my waist, leaving me in nothing but the light pink bra that I wore beneath. Simple and unassuming, I was instantly aware of just how unsexy it must look to him.

However, that thought instantly fled as he reached around, unhooking my bra with a deftness that surprised me. His lips kissed and brushed over the swells of my breasts as he pulled the material away, leaving me bare to his viewing.

Instantly I yearned to cover myself, my hands lifting from the bed only to be met by his hands pressing them back down. Gripping my wrists, he held me still as his mouth moved over the swells of each breast and to the valley between.

“Joel.” My breathy moan filled the room as his lips wrapped around my nipple, tongue flicking against the stiff peak.

“Yes, say my name, love.” His breath fanned over my skin, just as he had described earlier, and with just as much pleasure as I had imagined. “Keep your hands down.”

I felt his touch move around my waist, applying gentle pressure as he sucked at my breasts, leaning me backwards to the point I had to rely on his strength to keep me upright.

Tongue flicked. Teeth grazed. Breath panted. Moans filled the room as his ministrations worked me to a fever pitch of needy arousal. My thighs clenched around his body, yearning to find friction for the tingling sensation that had begun between my legs, urging me to touch and find satisfaction.

He kissed his way back up my chest, up to my neck, where his lips sucked my earlobe softly. My hips shifted, thighs holding tightly around his torso.

“You want to be touched there, don’t you?” His delicious teasing only fanned the flames of my desire higher yet.

“Hmm?” I managed, my mind spinning out of control.

“Between your legs. You want to be touched there.” I could only nod, my hips beginning to rock slightly. I needed it. I needed to be touched more.

“Tell me. Tell me what you want to feel.” I faltered, words escaping me as I simply keened with longing. As words continued to fail me, I moved almost involuntarily, my hand finding its way between my thighs, only to be grabbed sharply by the wrist and pulled away.

“I told you to keep your hands down. And to tell me what you want. Use your words, love.” I whined again, hips shifting and circling as my body cried out for satisfaction, something to slake the almost painful need that had begun to throb in my core.

“Touch me. Please.” I cared little about the whining that spilled from my mouth, my head tipping back as his tongue licked and laved at my nipples, one after the other.

---