The last thing I expected when I woke up that morning was to be seduced by Joel, but now I was there in his home with his hands caressing my skin and his mouth hovering nearby. He kissed me in the dip where my shoulder met my neck. His lips were soft and gentle, something else I didn’t expect from this man who had more secrets than Area 51. Every touch, every kiss, every breath seemed laced with a reverential depth I didn’t think Joel was even capable of. With one hand on my waist, he used his other hand to push my hair past my shoulder, gaining access to my neck. I tilted my head and he descended without further invitation. His hands may have been gentle and patient, but his mouth was quick and needy. He kissed and licked his way up to my ear where he nibbled. The glass fogged as the breath from my whimper beat against the pane.

His hands felt like magic as he moved up the length of my arms, causing a wave of goosebumps to erupt in his wake. My shirt slid from my shoulders before I realized he’d even unbuttoned my blouse. His hands cupped my breasts from behind, pressing so tightly against my lace bra that I was sure he could feel my stiffened nipples beneath the fabric separating us. He squeezed and kneaded, tugging an invisible wire with direct access to the space between my legs that throbbed for his attention. Could he feel my heart racing between his clutching palms? Did he know the effect he had on my body? Did he know the response his touch garnered?

“Your body is so beautiful, Blaire. How could you try to keep this from me?” His fingers trailed down the center of my stomach, and I tried to tighten the muscles there so he wouldn’t feel the quivering of my body, begging to become his chew toy. That still didn’t stop the moan that fell from my lips like glass breaking against the stone floor, the sound echoing around the room, hitting us twice as hard from every angle.

My body grew stiff as his fingers crept beneath the band of my skirt, slipping past the resistance of my underwear.

“I would say your body missed me, even if you didn’t. Shall I find out?”

“Please, Joel.” I knew what my body wanted; we both did. I didn’t want him to draw this out another minute longer than necessary. I’d tortured us both long enough. All I wanted in that moment was him. There was no question of what would happen next. I’d be exactly what Joel wanted me to be.

He spun me around. Facing him, he pushed down my skirt, and I stepped out of the binding clothing. Joel pulled me close, and my hands slipped beneath his shirt, finding purchase in the muscles that acted like steppingstones to the rest of his body. My bra came loose, and soon I was standing completely naked before him. He took a couple steps back until he was flush with the bed, where he sat down and positioned me between his legs so he could feast on my body. He kissed across my collarbone and around my breasts, and I thrust my chest out, signaling exactly where I wanted those kisses. I dug my fingers into his hair, and the dark strands darted up between my clenched fists as I pulled his head closer. He took a hint and his tongue peeked out to lick each of my nipples as his fingers found their way between my legs. There were no tentative touches. When it came to sliding between my legs, Joel went straight for gold. He struck my pleasure center, circling my clit with those large fingers of his.

“What do you want inside this cunt first? My fingers or my dick?” he asked as his fingers circled my opening.

I didn’t answer him. Instead, I took his hand in mine and showed him just where he could put those fingers. I helped him enter my body and trembled as I welcomed two of his fingers inside me. He rocked in and out of me with gusto, taking my nipple between his teeth, so every part of my body was efficiently tortured. Joel pulled me closer, and I stumbled and fell into his lap with knees pressed on either side of him on the bed.

“I’ve missed watching you come. How your eyes flutter as I bring you to release. Like a hummingbird’s wings. Things are going to be a little different tonight though, Blaire, because when I make you come over and over again, I’m going to force you to look in my eyes so you and your body both know I’m the one who makes you come like this. Nobody else. Do you understand, Blaire?”

“Yes. Please, Joel.”

“Is my pretty bird ready for the first one already? I should torture this little pussy like it’s been torturing me. Tell me, Blaire, how many times have I made you come since the day you kicked me out?”

“I don’t know. I can’t remember.”

“Too many to count?”

“Yes, Joel, yes. It was too many…every day, Joel. You made me come every day. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. You were a sickness I wanted to purge from my body.”

His fingers escaped me, and before I had a chance to protest the emptiness he left me with, he began circling my clit—faster, harder, as if he couldn’t control the pace his fingers set.

“If I’m a sickness you can purge, then baby, I’m doing something wrong.”

His fingers shoved inside me again, and my body melded around the intrusion. It was the tight fit of now three fingers that sent my body into a whirlwind of bliss. My breath caught in my throat and my head became fuzzy with the lack of oxygen, but that didn’t stop me from moaning my pleasure.

My nipple fell from his mouth and he looked me in the eyes as he spoke, “That’s it, Blaire. Remember, eyes open, pretty bird. I want to see those pretty browns while I feel you dripping down my knuckles. Now let me feel you, Blaire.” And then he leaned forward to whisper in my ear, the softest of words, “Come for me.”

Every pump of his fingers worked those words through my body, syphoning the orgasm through my limbs and barreling down between my legs. It felt like I was having an out-of-body experience as my body completely took over, working to fulfill Joel’s command. My back arched and my fingers clutched Joel’s shoulders as the orgasm thundered through me. While my body felt like I was floating away, drifting higher, it was Joel’s eyes that kept me stationary, glued to this moment where there was nothing else but us.

A guttural moan ripped from my throat, and Joel was there, leaning up to kiss along the column of my neck. I couldn’t hear his moans above my own, but I felt them vibrating into my skin, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. Every kiss was a soft peck from full lips, reverential kisses that transcended what we were to each other. These weren’t kisses that you gave someone you lusted after. These were slow kisses after a long day’s work where it’s just the two of you doing dishes side-by-side after a quiet dinner alone. These were kisses of love.

“You have the softest, most delectable skin. Let me worship you.”

Who was I to argue? I arched my neck, allowing Joel to continue revering my body in any and every way he deemed appropriate. He rolled us over so I was laid out beneath him and he kissed me everywhere, pushing my arms out so he could kiss along my ribcage, rolling me over so he could plant his lips on the cheek of my butt, spreading my legs so he could kiss inside my thighs. My fingers roamed his body, outlining the ridges of muscles that read like braille in the dark. I touched him, committing every inch of skin to memory. I wanted to shower Joel with the same amount of adoration. I wanted to rain kisses across his skin that made his need for me palpable.

Between every kiss, a breath of air misted across my skin, sending sparks to my central nervous system. There was this undercurrent of electricity strumming through my body; an awareness of heat I’d never experienced before. I could lie in his bed and let him kiss me until I’m blissed out of my mind.

“If this is the last night I may ever have with you, I promise you, you won’t be getting any sleep.”