Only Him
Page 23
Another heavy sigh. “Let’s go with thunderstorm. They always make me think of you.”
A shiver moved through me, and our eyes met in the dim light. “Same.”
I selected the track, put it on repeat, and set my phone aside. Then I went over to him and held out my hand. “Phone, please. I can’t have any interruptions.”
He handed it over, and I made sure the ringer was off before setting it on the mantel. Then I straddled his legs, my knees on either side of his thighs. Since this was going to be a sort of cross between a spiritual and a sensual exercise, I was taking some huge liberties with the practice, but I didn’t really care. The idea was to get him to relax, feel good, let go of negative energy, and build trust.
“Wow. This must be a very popular class at your studio.” He put his hands on my ass. “I bet you have a lot of male students.”
“This isn’t what I do in the class, silly. This is something just for you. Are you ready?”
“Yeah. I might like this more than I thought.”
I grinned as the sound of thunder rolled gently through the room, taking me back to another summer night, when I’d offered him everything and he’d given it right back to me. “Are you comfortable?”
“Yes. Except that my pants are really tight in the crotch.”
I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. “Don’t get too excited. I’m just loosening these up so I can reach all the places I need to. But I do want you to take your shirt off.”
He grabbed his fitted navy T-shirt from the back, yanked it off, and tossed it aside. At the sight of his bare chest, my insides danced around and I was very tempted to abandon my idea for his, but I stayed focused.
“Close your eyes, and breathe deeply and slowly,” I whispered. Reaching around to his lower back with my right hand, I slid my fingers down to the tip of his tailbone. “At the base of the spine is your root chakra. It houses your sense of safety and security. It relates to basic needs and physicality. I want you to imagine the color red as you think about the words I’m saying and repeat them in your head.”
He nodded slightly.
“I am safe,” I said softly. “I am grounded. I belong to this world. I have all that I need. I am where I need to be.”
Next, I needed to place my left palm on his taut lower abs, beneath his belly button. Since his erection was taking up a fair amount of real estate in that area, I had to concentrate extra hard not to get distracted as I slipped my fingers between his stomach and his cock. He opened one eye and looked at me.
“Sorry,” I whispered. “I have to touch you here. But I’ll be good.”
He sighed and closed his eye again.
“Your sacral chakra is related to emotional and mental acceptance. Creativity. Sexuality. Pleasure and desire.”
“I like this one. You should take off your pants.”
“Hush.” I concentrated on sending energy from my right hand to my left, pausing to take a couple deep breaths. “I want you to imagine the color orange as you repeat these words in your head. I embrace life with passion. I am a beautiful, sensual and creative being. My senses are alive and connected.”
After a moment, I moved my left hand up to his solar plexus. “The third chakra connects to your ego, will, power, and self-esteem. Imagine the color yellow as you think about these words. I am courageous and powerful. I accept myself. I make my own choices.”
It took me another minute or so before I felt like the energy was flowing freely between my hands, and I wondered if Dallas was struggling with a choice of some kind.
Next, I moved my left hand to his sternum. “The first three chakras were physical. The last four are spiritual. The heart chakra is the center of love, compassion, and devotion. Imagine the color green as you say these words to yourself. I am kind to myself. I am able to let go of the past, to forgive myself and others. I allow love to fill me up and guide me in all my actions. I love without fear.”
Dallas’s heart beat strong and steady beneath my palm, and I let myself get a little lost in the rhythm of it. His skin was warm, his muscles firm. My breath began to come a little quicker, my pulse kicking up a little higher. I shifted on his lap, and he opened his eyes. The thunder echoed.
“Careful,” he warned.
I moved my left hand up to his throat. “The throat chakra is the center of expression, communication, honesty and openness.” The muscles in his throat were tight, and I felt him swallow. His jaw was clenched, too. “Relax,” I whispered. “Close your eyes and imagine a beautiful vibrant blue. Say to yourself, I have a voice. I speak freely. I speak truth. I speak with love and compassion.”
But even as I said the words, I wasn’t thinking about speaking. I was staring at Dallas’s mouth, anxious to feel it against mine. In fact, before I could stop myself, I’d moved my hand up to his jaw and began rubbing his lips with my thumb. I leaned closer, sliding my right hand farther down the back of his jeans.
“Is there an anal chakra or are you going off script?” he asked quietly. His cock twitched.
“I’m a little off script,” I admitted.
He moved his hands to my butt again. “Then I’m going off, too.”
“Close your eyes. I’m almost done.” Before I completely lost control of the situation, I touched the fingertips of my left hand to the spot between his eyebrows. “This chakra is sometimes called the third eye. It relates to vision, intuition, and insight. It allows us to detach from subjective perception and see truth or symbolic meaning in a situation.”
“Right now all I want is to detach you from your clothes.”
That was all I wanted too, but I was determined to finish this. I placed my left hand on the top of his head. “The crown chakra symbolizes enlightenment, pure awareness. It brings us knowledge, wisdom, understanding, spiritual connection, and bliss.”
“Will it bring you to sit on my face? Because that sounds like bliss to me.”
My thigh muscles clenched around his. I had to close my eyes so I wouldn’t see him and be distracted. “Dallas. Focus with me. Imagine the energy flowing up through all the points I touched.”
“There is definitely something flowing up in me.”
“Picture the color violet.”
“I’d rather picture my dick in your mouth.”
Oh, fuck. I opened my eyes and brought my hands to his shoulders. “You would?”
“Yeah. Does that make me an unenlightened brute?”
“Probably.” I kissed him softly, traced his lips with my tongue. “But I’m going to give you what you want.”
“You are?” His hands tightened on my ass.
“Uh huh.” I slid backward off his lap until I was kneeling on the floor, then pulled his jeans down just enough.
“Oh, Jesus,” he said as I took my blouse off and reached behind my back to unhook my bra. “You’re so beautiful.”
I laughed and ran my hands up his thighs. “You’re just saying that because you want to see my mouth on your cock.”
“No.” He shook his head. “I mean that. It doesn’t matter what you do or don’t do, you will always be the most beautiful girl I’ve ever known.”
My heart soared. “Really?”
“Yes.” His hands fisted in my hair. “Now put your mouth on my cock.”
I’d given Dallas a few awkward blowjobs when we were together, but I never knew what I was doing and I was always scared that he would come in my mouth and not tell me first. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to do that for him, it was just that the thought of it terrified me. Would I choke? Gag? Make a weird face? Getting something as big as his dick in my mouth was difficult enough, and sometimes when the tip of it hit the back of my throat, there was this terrifying moment when I thought I might suffocate. He never pressured me, and it usually only lasted a few minutes before he wanted to have sex, anyway, and we’d be scrambling to get the condom on fast enough.
This time was different.
I wanted it all—and I wanted him to watch me take it.
So this time when he said Maren, stop, I didn’t. I pushed his hands away. I went at him faster. Sucked harder. Took him deeper. (I might have quit the stage, but I still knew how to put on a show.)
A shiver moved through me, and our eyes met in the dim light. “Same.”
I selected the track, put it on repeat, and set my phone aside. Then I went over to him and held out my hand. “Phone, please. I can’t have any interruptions.”
He handed it over, and I made sure the ringer was off before setting it on the mantel. Then I straddled his legs, my knees on either side of his thighs. Since this was going to be a sort of cross between a spiritual and a sensual exercise, I was taking some huge liberties with the practice, but I didn’t really care. The idea was to get him to relax, feel good, let go of negative energy, and build trust.
“Wow. This must be a very popular class at your studio.” He put his hands on my ass. “I bet you have a lot of male students.”
“This isn’t what I do in the class, silly. This is something just for you. Are you ready?”
“Yeah. I might like this more than I thought.”
I grinned as the sound of thunder rolled gently through the room, taking me back to another summer night, when I’d offered him everything and he’d given it right back to me. “Are you comfortable?”
“Yes. Except that my pants are really tight in the crotch.”
I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. “Don’t get too excited. I’m just loosening these up so I can reach all the places I need to. But I do want you to take your shirt off.”
He grabbed his fitted navy T-shirt from the back, yanked it off, and tossed it aside. At the sight of his bare chest, my insides danced around and I was very tempted to abandon my idea for his, but I stayed focused.
“Close your eyes, and breathe deeply and slowly,” I whispered. Reaching around to his lower back with my right hand, I slid my fingers down to the tip of his tailbone. “At the base of the spine is your root chakra. It houses your sense of safety and security. It relates to basic needs and physicality. I want you to imagine the color red as you think about the words I’m saying and repeat them in your head.”
He nodded slightly.
“I am safe,” I said softly. “I am grounded. I belong to this world. I have all that I need. I am where I need to be.”
Next, I needed to place my left palm on his taut lower abs, beneath his belly button. Since his erection was taking up a fair amount of real estate in that area, I had to concentrate extra hard not to get distracted as I slipped my fingers between his stomach and his cock. He opened one eye and looked at me.
“Sorry,” I whispered. “I have to touch you here. But I’ll be good.”
He sighed and closed his eye again.
“Your sacral chakra is related to emotional and mental acceptance. Creativity. Sexuality. Pleasure and desire.”
“I like this one. You should take off your pants.”
“Hush.” I concentrated on sending energy from my right hand to my left, pausing to take a couple deep breaths. “I want you to imagine the color orange as you repeat these words in your head. I embrace life with passion. I am a beautiful, sensual and creative being. My senses are alive and connected.”
After a moment, I moved my left hand up to his solar plexus. “The third chakra connects to your ego, will, power, and self-esteem. Imagine the color yellow as you think about these words. I am courageous and powerful. I accept myself. I make my own choices.”
It took me another minute or so before I felt like the energy was flowing freely between my hands, and I wondered if Dallas was struggling with a choice of some kind.
Next, I moved my left hand to his sternum. “The first three chakras were physical. The last four are spiritual. The heart chakra is the center of love, compassion, and devotion. Imagine the color green as you say these words to yourself. I am kind to myself. I am able to let go of the past, to forgive myself and others. I allow love to fill me up and guide me in all my actions. I love without fear.”
Dallas’s heart beat strong and steady beneath my palm, and I let myself get a little lost in the rhythm of it. His skin was warm, his muscles firm. My breath began to come a little quicker, my pulse kicking up a little higher. I shifted on his lap, and he opened his eyes. The thunder echoed.
“Careful,” he warned.
I moved my left hand up to his throat. “The throat chakra is the center of expression, communication, honesty and openness.” The muscles in his throat were tight, and I felt him swallow. His jaw was clenched, too. “Relax,” I whispered. “Close your eyes and imagine a beautiful vibrant blue. Say to yourself, I have a voice. I speak freely. I speak truth. I speak with love and compassion.”
But even as I said the words, I wasn’t thinking about speaking. I was staring at Dallas’s mouth, anxious to feel it against mine. In fact, before I could stop myself, I’d moved my hand up to his jaw and began rubbing his lips with my thumb. I leaned closer, sliding my right hand farther down the back of his jeans.
“Is there an anal chakra or are you going off script?” he asked quietly. His cock twitched.
“I’m a little off script,” I admitted.
He moved his hands to my butt again. “Then I’m going off, too.”
“Close your eyes. I’m almost done.” Before I completely lost control of the situation, I touched the fingertips of my left hand to the spot between his eyebrows. “This chakra is sometimes called the third eye. It relates to vision, intuition, and insight. It allows us to detach from subjective perception and see truth or symbolic meaning in a situation.”
“Right now all I want is to detach you from your clothes.”
That was all I wanted too, but I was determined to finish this. I placed my left hand on the top of his head. “The crown chakra symbolizes enlightenment, pure awareness. It brings us knowledge, wisdom, understanding, spiritual connection, and bliss.”
“Will it bring you to sit on my face? Because that sounds like bliss to me.”
My thigh muscles clenched around his. I had to close my eyes so I wouldn’t see him and be distracted. “Dallas. Focus with me. Imagine the energy flowing up through all the points I touched.”
“There is definitely something flowing up in me.”
“Picture the color violet.”
“I’d rather picture my dick in your mouth.”
Oh, fuck. I opened my eyes and brought my hands to his shoulders. “You would?”
“Yeah. Does that make me an unenlightened brute?”
“Probably.” I kissed him softly, traced his lips with my tongue. “But I’m going to give you what you want.”
“You are?” His hands tightened on my ass.
“Uh huh.” I slid backward off his lap until I was kneeling on the floor, then pulled his jeans down just enough.
“Oh, Jesus,” he said as I took my blouse off and reached behind my back to unhook my bra. “You’re so beautiful.”
I laughed and ran my hands up his thighs. “You’re just saying that because you want to see my mouth on your cock.”
“No.” He shook his head. “I mean that. It doesn’t matter what you do or don’t do, you will always be the most beautiful girl I’ve ever known.”
My heart soared. “Really?”
“Yes.” His hands fisted in my hair. “Now put your mouth on my cock.”
I’d given Dallas a few awkward blowjobs when we were together, but I never knew what I was doing and I was always scared that he would come in my mouth and not tell me first. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to do that for him, it was just that the thought of it terrified me. Would I choke? Gag? Make a weird face? Getting something as big as his dick in my mouth was difficult enough, and sometimes when the tip of it hit the back of my throat, there was this terrifying moment when I thought I might suffocate. He never pressured me, and it usually only lasted a few minutes before he wanted to have sex, anyway, and we’d be scrambling to get the condom on fast enough.
This time was different.
I wanted it all—and I wanted him to watch me take it.
So this time when he said Maren, stop, I didn’t. I pushed his hands away. I went at him faster. Sucked harder. Took him deeper. (I might have quit the stage, but I still knew how to put on a show.)
