(Just because... Alex asked me for it. Really. He did.)
Alex stood for a moment and stared down at her. "God, you're beautiful," he told her, just in case she hadn't believed him the first 20 or so times he'd said it. They'd only been lovers for a short time, but already he was addicted to everything about her: her softness, her scent, her taste. She reminded him of a beautiful rose: every petal was perfection and he'd come to the realization that he was a bumblebee seeking out a sample of her nectar. He needed it, was starving for it.
Isabel, flushing under his intense regard raised her arms to him. "Alex," she implored. "Come here."
He took her hands in his and pressed soft kisses against their backs. "Just a moment, my love. Keep that thought," he ordered before he quickly left the room only to return a minute later with a small earthenware jar in his hands, which he placed on the bedside table.
He placed one knee on the bed beside her hip and whispered, "Now, where were we?" Leaning over her, he brought his lips down to hers and began a delicate exploration. He brushed his lips back and forth, lightly rubbing the contours of her sensitive skin.
She tried to press closer, but he held her back by bringing both of his hands up to cup her jaw. His fingertips traced small circles on the delicate skin behind her ears. "Alex," she entreated.
"Hush, love. There will be no hurrying here. The other night at your house was incredible, but I didn't get to explore every inch of your body as I wanted to. Today I'm in charge and I say we go slow. Real slow. House Rules," he informed her.
"What? No, Alex. I can't wait. I need you inside me now. Please," she pleaded. "We'll go slow next time, I promise."
"No," he whispered into her ear causing shivers to run down her spine. "My house, my rules."
"We'll just see about that," she said as she grabbed him. Raising slightly, she brought her mouth to his neck and began to nibble on the spot she knew would drive him crazy.
He found both of her wrists, and pressed her back down, using his body to hold her in place. She froze when she felt the hardness of his erection pressing into her thigh and he used that moment to pull her arms over her head. "I want you, Isabel," he said, thrusting his hips against her to make his point, "but I want this, too. Let me love you. I want to so much."
She couldn't resist the pleading in his beautiful blue eyes. Wordlessly she nodded.
With a grin, he released her arms and returned to kissing her soft lips.
"Thank you," he breathed between kisses, then sat up so that he was straddling her body not allowing his lips to leave her skin during the transition.
As he kissed a trail across her cheek to her ear, his hands were sliding to her shoulders and up her arms. He pulled them back down to rest comfortably at her sides, then began the enticing task of unbuttoning her blouse.
By this time, his mouth had found one perfect ear and he began to nibble on its outer contours. Isabel groaned and shifted beneath him. She loved having her ears nibbled on and he was fully aware of that fact.
He licked the lobe into his mouth and bit down gently before adding a slight suction. He nearly grinned when he felt her hips shift beneath his, but smiling was the last thing on his mind. He tongued the earring that pierced her flesh enjoying the slight metallic taste in his mouth. He was coming to understand the attraction of body piercing and wished briefly she had a few more. Was it possible to improve upon perfection?
Finally releasing her right ear, he ran kisses over each closed eyelid before moving to the other ear.
By this time, her blouse was undone and he eased the edges back to reveal her white bra. He cupped her bounteous flesh in his palms and ran his thumbs across their rosy centers.
With a gasp, she arched off the bed as her nipples tightened in response.
Catching both stiffened points between his thumbs and forefingers he began an arousing pattern of squeeze, squeeze, twist, squeeze, squeeze, twist.
Abandoning her ears, Alex kissed his way to her mouth. She was ready for him and the second his skin met hers, she thrust her tongue deep inside his hot cavern. He met hers with his own and for several minutes they pleasured each other in a foreshadowing of the kind of joining that was to come.
Isabel was going insane with need. She was wishing she'd resisted the impulse to watch the porn channel again for a few minutes before joining Alex in the kitchen. You'd think she'd have learned her lesson the last time. Once again, she'd gotten herself all worked up, then decided to see what she could do about seducing her incredibly sexy boyfriend. It had been a good plan, only it had backfired on her. Alex seemed determined to torture her with a slow, languid loving. But what a way to go, she thought, arching up under his hands.
Stifled from lying so still, she brought her hands to his shoulders and ran them down his back.
He immediately sat up with a chuckle. "Oh no, you don't," he admonished. "I like this shirt."
"Then take it off," she ordered with a smile.
In no time, he'd pulled the shirt off and tossed it across the room. "That's better," she said as she ran her hands down his chest.
"Yeah, and I can still wear it again, later. See how that works?" he asked with a grin. He was giving her a hard time for disintegrating his shirt the first time they were together in her hurry to get it off him. It had been his favorite shirt, too, but he couldn't regret its loss too badly. She'd more than compensated him for it. That didn't mean he wanted to lose his whole wardrobe, however.
"You're looking a little overdressed at this point," he murmured as he helped her sit up. Together, they removed her all of her clothing as well as the rest of his. The process was drawn out by their need to explore the other's body as each item was removed. When they were finally nude, Alex commanded her to lie back.
She watched him curiously as he reached for the pot he'd set on the nightstand earlier. Her eyes widened as she realized what it was and what he intended to do with it.
"I was thinking before about how much you reminded me of a rose. Pink, perfect and in bloom. Too incredible to pluck, too intoxicating to ignore. I'm not the gardener coming to prune your leaves or snip at your thorns. Your leaves are gorgeous and I *like* your thorns. I'm more of a bee, buzzing around you, sometimes I dare to land," he said as he traced a path from the valley between her breasts to the dark hairs below her navel. "I want to reach through your petals in search of your sweet nectar." Her legs parted slightly as he sent one finger between her nether-lips searching for and finding the wetness there. "It reminds me of honey and I was wishing I could taste it all over your body, not just here." He gave her a look full of burning need before saying, "And so I shall."
He removed his hand and picked up the small wooden stick that was sticking out of the honey pot and allowed a small trail of the sticky golden treat to rain down over her pale breasts and across her tummy to her bellybutton. Satisfied that he had enough to get started, he set the pot aside and leaned down to capture one honey coated nipple in his mouth.
"Alex!" she cried, sliding her fingers into his hair to pull him closer.
"Mmmmmm" he moaned in ecstasy. She tasted every bit as good as he knew she would. He took his time, thoroughly cleaning her nipple of the sticky substance. Wanting to cover more of her skin for clean up efforts later, he trailed one finger through the pool of honey overflowing from her bellybutton and traced patterns on her abdomen.
Catching him by surprise, Isabel reached down and eagerly grabbed his hand. Bringing the honey-coated finger to her mouth, she sucked avidly causing him to raise his head. "Like that?" he asked with a smile.
"Mmm, yeah," she breathed.
"Me, too," he said before turning his attention to her other breast. Some of the honey had run down the soft globe to her side and he had to use his tongue and teeth to make sure he got all of it off before permitting himself to enjoy the flavor of her tight pink nipple. She gave another small cry and tried to move closer to the mouth that was giving her so much pleasure. She ran her hands restlessly over his back and shoulders, everywhere she could reach, as he had his way with her.
In less time than he would have liked, both of her breasts were completely clean, and so he began the slow torturous descent to her stomach. While he thoroughly licked away every drop of honey that surrounded her bellybutton, he sent one of his hands between her legs. With one digit, he traced around the delicate folds of her skin that hid her secret treasures. Over, around and down he went, but never touching the place where she needed him the most.
"Alex," she sighed as she shifted her hips. It was a plea, a request, a command.
"Yes, my love," he asked without removing his mouth from her skin.
"Please, stop teasing me," she implored, raising her hips again, trying to stop his fingers in their play.
Sitting up, he removed his hand all together. He ignored her groan of despair as he said, "Isabel, I don't think you understand the rules. Whose house is this?"
"Yours," she said with a pout.
"That's right. And whose room are we in?"
"Yours."
"Right again. And just so we're clear, whose bed are we on?"
"Yours."
"Very good," he said, leaning forward to suck one of her nipples into his mouth. Releasing it, he growled, "Very good," before giving equal time to the other one. "Now, since this is my house, my room, my bed, who is in charge here?"
"You are."
"I am," he said with a great deal of satisfaction as he stared down at her. "And I say we go as slow as I want. As slow as molasses, and what I say goes. House Rules," he reminded her.
"I am so gonna get you back for this, Whitman," she warned him.
He smiled as he leaned forward to kiss her mouth. "I look forward to it," he said. "Now where were we again?" he asked, staring down at her with a frown.
Isabel ran a hand down her body. "Here," she said, circling her navel. "And here." She took advantage of the opportunity to rub the small pleasure bud that was peeking out of her curls.
Catching her hand, he said, "Ahh yes. I remember now."
Isabel tried to relax and prepare for what she assumed was going to be a long, drawn out torture session, but Alex surprised her. At the same time he sent his tongue into the indent in her belly, he plunged a finger into her burning core. She arched up with a surprised cry. "Alex!"
She felt more than saw his answering smile. "Hmmm? Wasn't that what you wanted?" he asked as he began a rhythm that matched his tongue to his finger. In, out, circle, in, out, circle. She muttered something about him being the devil. Needing to touch him, Isabel buried her fingers in his hair as her hips joined in ever so slightly. In, out, circle.
Isabel moaned loudly and, in an effort to seduce him into coming closer to where she wanted him most, she widened her legs to make more room for him. Not giving in to her plea, he continued in his task. After he'd removed every trace of honey from her body, he looked up and met her eyes. "I think that's it," he told her regretfully. His finger was still inside her, working its magic. Despite his care to go slowly, she was painfully aroused and panting lightly. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride that he'd done this to her. He, Alex Whitman had reduced the untouchable Isabel Evans into a boneless pool of desire. And he was just getting started. His eyes gleamed evilly.
Isabel, who'd wanted to rush headlong into her climax before, was now worried this delicious game was over. Somewhere in the last twenty minutes, she'd come to appreciate the finer points of anticipation. "No, there's more," she assured him.
"Are you sure?" he asked, running his free hand from her breasts down to her curls. There was no trace of the sticky treat anywhere. "I don't feel any. I think I got it all."
"Check…" she gasped out, "check with your other hand."
Pretending to notice for the first time where his hand had gone, Alex said in a surprised voice, "Why, look at that. I believe you're right, there is more honey there."
She giggled lightly, but her humor was replaced by something darker when he told her in a rich voice made husky by desire, "And it's not just any honey. It's the best kind there is, the Caviar of honey, the Grey Poupon of honey, the nexus of honey." As he spoke, he moved his body so that he was lying at the foot of the bed and pushed her legs apart as wide as they would go, leaving her completely open to him.
"Honey used to be considered ambrosia for the gods, traded only for the finest silks and satins…" He nuzzled against her softness as he breathed, "And spices." She was trembling against him and he could see her flushed folds glistening with moisture. A moisture he'd put there. It was a heady sight and one he could definitely get used to. "The kings and queens hoarded their supply of it, unwilling to share their bounty with the lowly peasants who worked their fields day in and day out. But you're not like that, are you, my sweet princess? You'll share your honey with me even though I'm a lowly servant who isn't worthy of it, won't you?"
"Not worthy? Alex, you're the most incredible person I know. You're honest and giving," she ran her fingers through his hair, "loving. You're the only guy on the planet I want. No one else does the things to me that you do."
"What things?" he gently teased, his breath warm against her waiting sex.
"You know what things," she said as she squirmed a little closer to his hot mouth.
"Like this?" he asked as he lowered his head. He deftly caught the nubbin of her desire into his mouth and sucked hard on it for just a moment before releasing her.
"YES! Alex! Yes, like that! God, don't stop. Please."
He had no intention of stopping now that he had her right where he wanted her.
He scraped along the sensitive flesh with the rough side of his tongue and his teeth for several long, incredible minutes. Isabel moaned loudly, tossing her head against his pillows. Using his fingers to separate the protective folds of skin, he dipped his tongue inside her searching for more of her sweet honey.
"Mmmm," he said against her, the vibrations stimulating her. He ran his tongue from bottom to top, pausing to repeatedly flick the pointed tip against the spot she needed it most. Time and again he returned to sip at her deep well.
"Alex!!," Isabel cried again. She was getting so close, could feel the orgasm building inside her. Her legs tightened around his shoulders. Alex, intent on giving her a mind blowing orgasm, sucked a little harder on her clit as he pushed two fingers into her soaked passage. Having learned its location the very first time they'd made love, he had no trouble now finding and stimulating her G-spot. She nearly screamed as she arched off the bed.
Alex held on without breaking his stride. He knew his Isabel, and had been ready for her. Knowing it would be over soon, he realized that he wanted to be inside her when she came. There was nothing in the world like her muscles tightening around him in need and he wanted to feel it again. In a rush, he was up over her and reaching into the nightstand drawer.
With him finally within reach, she eagerly moved both hands to his erection. While he retrieved a condom, she stroked his hot skin, making it hotter by the second. He handed the protection to her and she rolled it over his hard flesh, turning the chore into a beautiful caress.
Settling himself over her soft body, he thrust into her without the usual niceties. It was too late for any of that. They both wanted it hard and fast and NOW, and that was what he gave them. His hips were bucking furiously, slamming into her with all his might. She was meeting him thrust for thrust, each breath sobbing out of her over-sensitized body.
Her legs raised to capture him against her, her thighs squeezing him as her insides began to wind tighter and tighter, until they exploded outward in a rush of pleasure that left her sobbing his name. It was all he was waiting for, and in three more quick thrusts, his climax broke over him. She held him as he rode out the storm.
Afterward, he collapsed on her and she stroked his back and shoulders as their heart rates returned to normal. "Wow," was all she could say.
He chuckled slightly and raising up to peer into her face, he teased, "You can say that again."
Groaning, he rolled away from her, breaking the contact between their flushed bodies. He disposed of the condom and pulled her against him so that her head was pillowed against his shoulder and drifted into a sated slumber.
With a happy sigh, Isabel snuggled in a little closer. Before closing her eyes, she caught sight of the honey pot sitting so innocently on the nightstand, and her cooling body heated up all over again. She envisioned what she was going to do to him the next time they were at her house. Honey, Tabasco and Alex, the perfect sweet and spicy treat. What could be better?
Oh, yeah.
House Rules. Can't forget that. She was gonna have to come up with a whole list of rules he'd have to obey the next time he came over.
With and evil grin on her beautiful face she drifted off with her mind busily planning her retaliation.
