Chapter 10 Moments Of Divine Pleasure

It is the first night in my new home. Tyler is up in the main house; I am down here alone. There are so many noises coming from all over the valley. There are crickets, frogs and birds, that I can still deal with. The howling that is just plain scary. I have no idea how someone can live here and not be terrified out of their mind. I know I said no strings attached; I am going to bend my own rule just a little bit. The lights in the main house are all out; I know he does not lock the doors. I slip on a jersey and head to the top. The door is open; I softly let myself in and make my way to his bedroom. I look over to the bed; he is fast asleep. I drop my jersey to the floor; I make my way to the bed, slowly lift the covers, steady myself, and get on top of him. His eyes open, it takes him less than a minute to adjust "For fuck sakes, Jenna." "What?" I look at him shyly from underneath my fluttering eyelashes. "What are you doing on top of me?" he says but makes no attempt to move me away from him. "I was bored." It only takes him but another second; in total shock, he exclaims, "Oh my god." "What?" "Where are your clothes?" "Oh that, I forgot it." He flips me around in the greatest of ease and hovers his body closely over mine. I can feel his clear arousal starting to build up, and it brings a smile to my face that I can have this much power over him. "You are playing with fire, Jenna." "Then let me get burnt." "You like breaking the rules," he says as he presses every inch of that muscled chest into my naked body; every inch of his body is pressed closely against mine. My heart skips a beat, and I become breathless; I think it is him that has the power over me. But who cares about rules when it feels so right. "What rules?" I ask him as I bite down into my lower lip; I can see it drives him wild with desire. "You are the women that are going to make me come undone." "Is that a good thing?" "Depends." "Depends on what?" I ask curiously. "If I allow you to." "So I guess no sex tonight?" "I am still deciding," he says; I know that he wants it; it is written clear in those deep brown eyes. The sparkle hidden behind them is a lust, a craving, a need that he is keeping well guarded. But this shall not stop me, "Is there any way I can change your mind?" I move my fingers to the soft head of his erection, where I let them linger and explore, running the tiny, delicate pads over the heavily veined skin. I can feel myself become more aroused as prickles of pleasure moved through my arms as he grows harder in my hand. I squeeze instinctively, feeling the muscle throb and flex, forcing me to tighten my grip. More moisture drenches me in anticipation. With much force, I flip him around and lay his body next to mine. I wrap my hot hand around his erection, making it pulse. He pulls a gasping moan into his lungs. He can only watch as I slid down to put my mouth above his agonized erection. I brush my tongue several times across the tip then pulled it hard into her mouth. Barbs of lightning convulse through his body, intensifying his senses. The sucking sound of my mouth against his flesh, the sweet smell of my juices mixing with his own spicy scent, the feel of my hot soft lips caressing the sensitive flesh as they slid over the head of his erection, and the firm grip of my warm hand, all seems too hard for him to hold back anymore. After several seconds of divine pleasure, we both lay in silence for a few minutes, waiting for his world to stop spinning and his breath to slow to our normal heartbeat. "Fuck Jenna, you are driving me crazy." I slip out from under him and look for my jersey. He grabs me by the hand and pulls me closer, "Please stay," the mere words sending a tingle down my spine. He desires me, not only my body but my presence near him in quiet moments such as these. "Must I put clothes on?" I ask. "No." I fall asleep in his arms; I have not felt this feeling since my college days. His body is warm, the smell of his cologne lingers on his skin, his body is soft but yet toned. If only I met a guy like him all those years ago. I wake up the next morning, and the bed is empty; I look around for one of his shirts and slip it over my head. As I make my way down to the kitchen, it is empty, too; but he has left a note on the fridge. "Sorry, I had to run to town. See you later." I look around for my phone; it is still where he tossed it away a couple of nights ago. I make my way back to the other home. I am bored. What do I do with myself on this gigantic property? I find a bottle of wine, grab a towel, and head for the pool. There is no one around, so a swimsuit is completely optional. I discovered a music player here the other night; I pop my disc in and start listening to my favorite songs. And I find myself talking to myself again. "What am I doing? I have not stopped kissing Tyler since the day I have met him. What is wrong with me? I just want to have sex with him. But he is stonewalling it; he is not letting it happen. But I am enjoying it. There is no label to it; there is no commitment, there are no promises, no strings attached." I start singing to the next song. I got the sun on my face, the wind against my skin, that burning desire in my core. "I used to think…I had the answers to everything…But now I know…That life doesn't always go my way, yeah…Feels like I'm caught in the middle…That's when I realize…I'm not a girl…Not yet a woman…All I need is time…A moment that is mine…While I'm in between…I'm not a girl." I feel a shadow moving over my body; at first, the fear sets in, but as I hear him softly chuckle, I slowly peek through my eyes, "What the fuck." "What did I tell you about Brittney?" He asks with that sexy smile, towering me in all his splendor. "I can play it as loud as I want?" "Nice try." He waves his finger up and down my body. "I see clothes are becoming optional." "Are you complaining?" "No." He takes a seat next to me on the deck chair. His fingers linger over my skin as he fights the incredible urge to touch me. There is an unfulfilled desire in his eyes, a longing that has been dormant for some time now. He needs to feel the closeness, but something is holding him back. "Did you sort out your business?" I ask, waiting for him in so much anticipation if I can only but take his hand and let him roam at his free will. "Yes," he says. "I did. How do you feel about having dinner with Mr. and Mrs. James?" "I don't know who they are, but yes, let's do." "We leave about seven." He cocks his head as I stare at him with a wicked little smile that plays at the corner of my mouth. He knows that there is nothing but trouble brewing in my mind. "What do we do until then?" I ask. "Did I tell you there is a big jacuzzi on the other deck?" "No." "Do you feel like washing off all the sun and sweat?"