How You Touch Me (7 page)

“
I want to do this.” I gulp and speak as
quickly, as loudly and as evenly as I can. “This is your
research, and I want to do what I am contracted to do. If the next
stage of the experiment involves cunnilingus, then do it. But I want
you to do it. Not the machine. I want you.” I tilt my chin
up and stare at him boldly. My false bravado is betrayed only by the
tremor in my last sentence.

Julian's lips part but he is speechless. The minutes
tick by and I start to squirm under his gaze. Have I been too
forward and foolish? Did I assume and imagine that he might want to
touch me and taste me? Maybe he would have preferred that the
machine do the job. My face begins to feel uncomfortably hot and I'm
sure that I must be beetroot red by now.

I stare at the floor and stutter, “If
you...d-don't want to do it...”

I hear him inhale sharply. “Sophia. Don't you
know how much I want you? I've wanted to put my mouth on you for so
long. I've dreamed and I've fantasized and I've struggled so hard.
To have my lips directly on you, on the most intimate part of your
body. The thought is enough to drive me out of my mind. I want you.
And I don't think I can wait.” The heat flares in his dark
eyes as he growls, “I want to do it to you. Right. Now!”

With that, he grips my wrist and yanks me up from my
seat. I whimper in shock, but I don't resist. Still gripping my
wrist, he pulls me up the stairs, two at a time, as I lurch after
him. A strange fear and thrill is churning in my gut. His raw lust
and fierce need is scaring me and turning me on at the same time.
His hands are forceful and strong, and he starts to strip me even
before I have made it through the door. He turns and pulls the
t-shirt over my head. Before my t-shirt has touched the floor, he is
already on his knees, sliding my shorts and panties down my legs. He
is staring at my sex with a predatory hunger. I close my eyes,
wondering if he is going to devour me right now. I feel his hands
moving up my waist, to my back and with a snap, the clasp of my bra
comes undone. He slides the straps of my bra down my shoulder to
uncover my breasts and I hear him take a ragged breath as the bra
lands between our feet.

He steers me to the machine and pulls my arms up to cuff
my wrists. I stand, rotating on my feet to watch him pound something
into the keyboard and control panel. He steps up to me and
immediately, I see the curved glass surface of the sphere seal shut.

“
Just a while,” he mutters. “Let the
machine record your breathing, heart rate and other patterns first
before I...”

Before I go down on you.

And kiss and taste you.

And lick you senseless.

And make you come with my mouth, in my mouth.

Julian's eyes burn deep into me, staring past my
defenses and seeing the wounds and the desire in my heart, in my
soul. His every breath speaks of his raging lust and need, and I
shiver at the thought of what he is going to do to me. He is
standing barely an inch from me, my bare skin brushing against the
fabric of his clothes. How I wish he was naked as well, but there is
something incredibly erotic in seeing him fully clothed and in
control while I am completely naked and helpless before him. I am
utterly in his control, cuffed and naked, while he has exposed
nothing of himself. This takes a tremendous amount of trust and
tenderness. With a start and a small jolt of fear, I realize that I
have, at this moment, given myself over to him.

I stare into Julian's dark, brown eyes and twist
slightly in my cuffs. This is the first time that I am on my feet,
instead of on my back, in the machine. This is also the first time
that I am not alone in the sphere. Julian puts his hands on my waist
to steady me, and I tremble at the contact. His fingers move over my
curves, feeling every inch of me. Julian's eyes and hands rake up
and down my body, as if he can't believe that his hands are actually
holding and touching my naked body.

His hands move down to cup and knead the fleshy swell of
my butt. I moan softly as he lowers himself and his hands trail down
the length of my legs. Kneeling in front of me, he eases my legs
apart and pushes his face towards me.

Julian starts slowly and gently, licking and kissing me
lightly on the insides of my thighs. Raising his head, he takes a
tentative lick at my clit and I shudder. He licks again, more
forcefully this time, pressing against my swelling nub with his lips
and tongue. Gripping the insides of my thighs to force them further
apart, he swirls his tongue in slow, small circles around my clit. I
am getting so wet and when I clench my vagina walls I can feel my
juices being squeezed down my thigh. Julian's fingers spread my
wetness over my thighs as he presses his lips to my pussy and starts
to kiss me. His kisses start soft and slow, then increases in
pressure and urgency. He laps at my clit, savoring it, grazing his
teeth over it then kissing and sucking it. The contrast between the
hardness of his teeth and the softness of his lips makes me throw my
head back and cry out in pleasure. I am so wet now, and I just want
him to push inside of me.

Sensing my need, Julian raises my legs and hooks them
over his broad shoulders. I am now suspended with my arms over my
head and my legs resting on Julian's shoulders. His hands grab my
buttocks to support my weight. Losing my footing and suspended thus
is even more erotic than I'd imagined. I pant in anticipation and
desire, resisting the plea that is rising to my throat.

Julian glances up at me and his eyes are full of lust.
With our eyes locked, he gradually lowers his face to my pussy and
his tongue starts to explore my vagina. He licks along my vagina
lips, and kisses them, licking and sucking them until they are red
and throbbing. He kisses my pussy lips as though he was kissing my
mouth. I squirt even more of my juices, and I have to close my eyes
to block out the intensely erotic sight of Julian taking me in his
mouth. I can feel his tongue pushing against my vagina, lapping at
the wetness and seeking my slit. He explores my opening, tickling it
with quick movements before penetrating me suddenly. My eyes fly
open with a gasp. He is deep inside me, moving slowly, tasting as
much of me as he can. He flicks his tongue in and out of me, making
me writhe in exquisite agony.

Moving his mouth quickly to my clit again, he sucks hard
and long at my swollen nub, making me clench hard as the first wave
of my orgasm starts to pound through my body. Julian licks me
furiously, his tongue relentlessly punishing and pleasuring my
engorged clitoris. I throw my head back as a powerful orgasm slams
into me. My whole body shudders violently and Julian wraps his arm
around me protectively and possessively as I come. When the waves of
explosive pleasure subside, he looks up at me and I see a smirk on
his face. His lips are glistening with my juices and he licks his
lips and his eyes flutter shut briefly. He inhales deeply, breathing
in the scent of my sex and my arousal. His lust-glazed eyes snap to
the monitors at the side of the machine and he untangles himself from
me gently. Lowering my shaky legs to the floor, he helps me stand
and asks softly, “Are you all right?”

I nod, unable to speak.

With another glance at the monitors, he pulls me towards
him and I feel his fierce erection at my belly. Circling my torso
with his hands, he bends his head towards my chest. I gasp sharply
when I feel his mouth on my left breast, and he starts to suckle me.
Blinking, I stare down at Julian's head, at the sight of him sucking
and tasting me with his eyes closed. I long to run my hands through
his wavy, tousled hair and press him even closer to me. My hands
jerk against my restraints as Julian sucks on my nipple, pulling it
erect. His hands move up and down my back, holding me tenderly in
his embrace as he licks and sucks on my nipple.

Disengaging himself, he stares at my wet, erect nipple
for a moment and kisses it softly. Without looking up at me, he
moves to my other breast and starts sucking it hard. My whole breast
is in his mouth and he pulls it deeper in, towards his throat. I
feel his tongue moving along the curve of my breast to find my
nipple. He begins to tease and torture it, licking, biting and
sucking it in turn.

I arch my back sharply, pushing against his face. His
fingers dig into my waist as he flicks his tongue in a frenzied
motion over my nipples. I am panting so hard, a tortured sound
escaping from me as I raise one leg and hook it around him. I want
him to go down on me again. I am so near, cresting up the cliff. He
just has to push me over the edge.

With one final, fierce suck on my breast, Julian hoists
my leg up with a hand under my knee and kneels. He doesn't wait.
His mouth is on my vagina lips, kissing me hard. His tongue works
furiously over my clit, my whole pussy, my opening. Nipping and
sucking at my pulsing nub, he thrusts his tongue into my slit and
tongue fucks me with a vengeance. He thrusts hard and fast, going as
deep as he can. I tighten over his mouth, shivering at the
impending, inevitable climax. With one final thrust, I explode,
screaming his name as I come. I don't know if the glass surface of
the sphere shattered with my scream but when I open my eyes, I have
been released completely. Without the restraints to hold me up, I
collapse into Julian's arms, and he holds me tightly while I try to
collect my splintered thoughts and senses.

He strokes my hair softly, whispering my name over and
over again. “Sophia, darling, how are you feeling?” he
asks at last, looking worriedly into my face.

I look down, and see that he has gotten his erection
under control. I smile shakily. “I'm good, so good.” I
put my arms around him, and he pulls a blanket off a side table and
wraps it around me.

I twist round to glance over my shoulder at the beeping
monitors. “Did you...get what you want?” I ask,
referring to the readings.

Julian waits for me to turn back to him. Pulling me
closer to him, he holds my chin and tilts my face up. “Yes.
And what I want, is this.” With these words, he crushes his
lips to mine. I blink repeatedly, the air whooshing out of my lungs.
I feel his lips kissing and caressing my lips tenderly, hungrily,
longingly, but I can't believe it. Is he...is he really kissing me?
Julian pulls back, feeling me tense and shiver in his arms.

I stare up at him, at his lips which are still wet from
my juices. “Did you just kiss me?” I mumble, confused
and delirious.

“
Yes, and I am going to kiss you again.”

“
B-but, but...your research...” I stammer.

“
The machine got everything, all our responses.
My breathing, your heart rate, our pulses, every change and reaction
in both our minds and bodies. It's all good. It is perfect.”
He smooths the hair from my face. “It's done.”

“
Done? So...are you saying that—” I
gulp. “That your work is done? And...I—I am no longer
needed?”

“
Not needed? Sophia, I need you,” he says
fiercely. “I need you and I want you,” he whispers.

The searing hunger and longing in his eyes both thrills
and terrifies me. “Julian,” I begin softly. “You
just gave me the most earth-shattering orgasm. I can hardly stand up
right now.”

He laughs, his face creasing with deep happiness and
amusement. I reach up to cup his handsome, happy face. This is
something I could get used to. Seeing his laugh, hearing him laugh,
feeling him laugh.

“
I'm glad to hear that,” he smirks and the
lust in his eyes deepen. There is an unspoken promise that this will
not be the last orgasm he will be giving me.

His expression becomes serious, and he grabs me. “I
will give you more and I will take you, Sophia,” he growls.
“But not tonight.” His voice softens. “Tonight I
just want you to sleep with me. Just sleep, and feel safe with me.
I just want to hold you and have you in my bed. And wake up with you
in my arms. Tonight, and every...” He stops himself, seeing
my eyes round.

Tenderly, he holds my face, running his thumbs over my
eyelids, my cheeks, my lips. “I have watched you and felt you,
Sophia. I can hear the buried fear and hurt in your words. You are
a lot like me. I don't know if that is a good thing or a bad thing.
You handle your emotions and your life in a manner that is
startlingly similar to how I handle mine. I've watched you swim your
cares away in the pool. You swim lap after lap, not stopping to rest
or catch your breath. You just want to exercise and exhaust your
body, to block out the world as you listen to the muted sounds
through the water. I've seen how your express and resist your urges,
and how scared you are to trust anyone. I know, Sophia. I know how
hard it is for you to put your trust and your body in my hands. I
have seen and feel you struggle. It tore my heart to pieces, but I
know I have to give you time. I don't want to press you. I want to
protect you. And...I wanted to protect myself. From the moment I
saw you and heard your voice and held you, I was attracted to you. I
can't explain it. It just hit me hard. And then I talked to you,
saw your fears and your tears, your smile and your strength, and I
just kept falling faster and harder. I'm still falling, Sophia. I
don't think I will ever stop falling for you.”