Tantric

A/N : Alright I had four chapters but took them off and have decided that I will update in a sort of routine manner...maybe. Depends on the mood really, but hope you enjoy.



We had spent so long waiting for this moment, our moment. Nothing had ever been more perfect, from the meal to the silence; there had never been a more perfect date. Now, it’s ending…only I don’t want to say goodbye, and I don’t think he does either. The look in his eye tells me he wants more than a goodbye hug and kiss.

I feel his arms come around me and I can do nothing but melt into his touch. His soft breath ghosting against my neck is driving me crazy. Everything about him is driving me slowly insane. I almost missed his words. I hear him mumble my name again, followed by the wet feeling of a cool tongue gliding behind my ear. I can’t help but moan.

“So, what do you like for breakfast?” he whispers.

I was almost shocked, but I have no idea why. I knew him almost as well as I knew myself. I think I paused too long, I felt him pull away from me, dreading the worst I grabbed him by his shirt, and pressed my lips to his. Never do I make the first move, but I figured it was either now or never.

Never had anything felt so right. I knew at that moment he was the air I was to breathe for the rest of my life….or at least until tomorrow afternoon.

Finally, the need for oxygen ended our kiss, although by the heat and passion that filled it made it seem it would be a great night. We looked at each other, trying to catch our breath. I studied his face, trying to find out if he was okay with what I did…I couldn’t help but fear I crossed a line. But he saved me.

He lifted me off the ground and pinned me to the door, kissing me just as passionately as I had him. His tongue glides over my lips, and I can do nothing but open my mouth to him. Our tongues meet and twirl together; I could feel him push his hips into me as our kiss escaladed. There was no thought, there was no worry, I knew what each of us wanted that night and nothing would stand in our way…except for the slight fact that we were still outside and I was pressed against a door.

“Keys….” I mumbled against his mouth. “Keys, where are the keys?”

“Who cares about the keys, keys can wait.”

I almost laughed except for the fact that my body was on fire and even in the search for keys his lips had not left my skin. I had to tilt my head to the side since he was determined to leave as many marks on my neck as possible while I was trying to dig into my bag. Finally the keys were found, and after a bit of twisting, turning, and arching, the door was unlocked…in our rush, the door banged open as he held me in his arms and pressed me against the wall.

His mouth crashed against mine, starting another searing kiss. I felt him kick the door closed. I had dropped my bag while we made our grand entrance, and my hands now slide up his arms, one resting on his shoulder, the other continuing into his hair. I felt my body being pulled from the wall, he turned us and pinned me against the other wall so he could lock the door behind us. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist and ground my hips into him. I could feel my skirt hitch even higher.

Pulling my head back just enough to end the battle of our lips, I licked his lower lip softly before kissing his jaw. I felt him relax against the wall and I, as I slide my hand slowly from his shoulder, down his side, and to his back. I pulled his shirt out of his pants, allowing my hands access to the skin I longed to touch and taste. My lips continued to kiss his jaw softly making my way slowly to his ear. My hands lightly slid up his back, making him arch into me as I nibbled softly on his ear. I knew what I wanted, I knew what he wanted, and I was bound and determined to make it the best. Things had started so fast, time to slow them down.

After licking and nibbling his ear, I kissed my way back to his mouth. Licking his lips, begging for entrance, I was allowed into one of my new havens. Licking his tongue I dragged my nails from between his shoulder blades down to the top of his pants. I felt him bite down on my tongue as he moaned deep in his throat, and knew that I had won this small battle. Giving his lips a soft kiss, I pulled back and looked into his beautiful eyes. I un-wrapped my legs from him and grinned internally at the look of disbelief in his eyes as I stood on my own.

“Well, that was a passionate goodbye.” I said to him softly. I knew I was pushing my limits with that one, so I removed myself from between him and the wall and walked to the kitchen to get some water. Things had gotten very hot, very fast, and there was no way I was letting him know what he did to me, so of course I was trying to ignore that weak feeling in my knees. I was supposed to be in control of myself, but I was also fighting a losing battle.

I heard him groan as I walked into the kitchen, and couldn’t help but smile to myself. He was going to kill me before the night ended. I sang to myself under my breath as I poured my water.

*“All your silence deafens me, I close my eyes but I can see…You long to taste I sense so much…”*

Next thing I knew I was spun around to face a very ticked off, horny man. The look in his eyes almost made me forget that I had spilled water all over the place, thanks to him. He lifted me and set me on the counter. “Your damn right I long to taste you,” he almost growled.

My breath caught as my eyes searched his face for his usual humor…I didn’t see it. I seen passion…and something else, but before I had time to search further his hand came up and tangled in my hair, yanking me forward, crashing our lips together in a most violent kiss. He forced my knees apart, standing between them. Obviously not satisfied with the position, he drags me forward so I am sitting on the edge of the counter. I feel him grind into me, and although I’m shocked at his actions I find myself even more turned on then before. The swirling of his tongue combined with him grinding into me through our clothing made me dizzy. He pulled his head back only long enough to pull my halter top above my head and threw it over his shoulder. His eyes scanned down my front quickly before a devilish glint appeared in his eyes as he reached back to undo my bra. I felt his fingers glide up my sides and couldn’t help but shiver at the gentle touch among the roughness. I arched back as he leaned into me to snap the clip of the bra…a pleased smile crept onto his face as he pulled the article from my body.

The look on his face could be described no better then that of a small boy in the candy store at his second glance of my nipple rings. I moved my hands, almost to cover myself as a blush crept onto my cheeks from the look I was getting, but I found my hands pushed behind my back and tied with one of my dishtowels.. Talk about ironic and kinky

“That’s better.”

I shivered at his tone, and anxiously awaited his next move. Obviously he knew this because he took his time studying my body. Here we were, in my kitchen, me sitting on the counter, hands tied behind my back, him between my legs, staring at me as if I was the first food a starved dog had seen.

I heard him mutter something under his breath, but before I could think to hard on what I had heard his mouth closed around one of my nipple rings. I cried out at the new feeling, and couldn’t help but arch myself into him. I leaned my head back against the cabinet as he nibbled softy on the pierced flesh. Never had anything felt so wonderful. His hand came up to the other, his fingers barely sliding over my hardened nipple, teasing. I felt his teeth sink into flesh when I tried to twist out of my bond, and couldn’t help the shocked yelp that escaped my lips. I felt his mouth curve into a grin around my ring, before he licked his way to my other nipple that had been slowly tortured by soft-touching fingertips. As his tongue made its way across my heated flesh, his other hand can up to the now abandoned nipple to pinch the flesh harshly as his mouth closed around the other. I arched into his mouth and hand, wanting more, but not being able to do much. I ground my hips into the front of his jeans and was happy to find a bulge.

*”My hands are tied…but I can touch…”*

As I ground into him he only sucked and bit harder on my nipple, almost bringing tears to my eyes. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter by the moment, and couldn’t help but moan deep in my throat. My body had begun to shiver, and the minute I began struggling more against the bond, his wonderful mouth left my flesh. He backed away from me, and picked up the half filled glass of water that I had had before I was accosted. I slumped back against the counter, trying to catch my breath. His mouth should not be able to make me breathless…especially when only on my nipple!

“Not very nice is it?” he said. “Not as fun when the tables are turned, huh?”

I glared at him, and his mocking grin.

“I was not intentionally teasing.” I couldn’t help but pout. It didn’t work.

He laughed, “Yeah, you would never intentionally tease and walk away…who would have ever thought you capable of such things,”

“See! I’m glad you understand, so where do you get off saying that I teased you?”

“That’s the point hun, I didn’t get off. So now, the ultimate goal is to get off as many times possible within the next few hours.”

“Well, hopefully you brought some nice magazines or something to look at because you’re not touching me anymore, especially after you’ve been so mean.” The moment the words left my mouth I knew I was in for it. If the devilish look that came across his face was not the give away, then the grin that shaped his lips was.

“See that, babes, is the great thing about a bond. You can’t really move all that much. And if you continue to insist on putting your two cents in, I’ll go find a ball gag for you.”

I could do nothing but close my mouth and glare. He laughed at me and then finished his water, or what was once my water rather. “Stop pouting, you’re only making it worse for yourself for later.”

I rolled my eyes, but at that moment he came and stood in front of me yet again. He reached behind and untied the almost impossibly knot that had held my wrists together. He lifted me off the counter and stood me in front of it instead. I looked up at him and couldn’t help but smile at the “oh-so-innocent” look that graced his features. Not knowing what his plans were I decided that while he made up his mind I would go take a shower. I figured he was following me so he could get to know his way around my house, so I didn’t say much about it. When we went into my room, he went and lay in the bed as I got my things together. I told him I would be back shortly and left him right were he was.

Feeling the water fall down my body took me to my own world. The hot water was relaxing my tense muscles and putting my mind at ease. I was so lost in my shower and the lyrics I was softly singing I never heard the door open, much less the shower curtain slide open. All I know is I almost screamed when I felt a body slide up behind mine and seen arms come around my waist. It didn’t take long to figure out who it was, but the point was he freaked me out. I felt him nudge my neck and I almost giggled.

“What do you think your doing?” I asked him,

“I’m coming to take a shower of course.” He said. I could hear the grin in his voice, and knew I was in for it.

He took the soap out of my hand, and instead begins to wash my body for me. When he finished with my back, he turned me around to face him. I stood before him, almost shyly, as his eyes skimmed down my body, although I couldn’t resist doing the same. I watched him as he began to wash me. His hands extremely gentle as they washed my body. I was almost too lost in the sensations to realize that I had been urged to lean against the wall. I looked down to find him on his knees, with one of my legs resting on his shoulder as he bathed it. I watched him lean forward, knowing what was going to happen, and not being able to say anything.

He kissed my navel ring. He licked over my tattoo…almost tracing the complex lettering. His tongue slipped down the half inch to the V of my thigh and followed it down. I moaned and tangled my hands in his hair. I felt his breath on me. It was almost too much when his tongue gently lapped at my clit. I moaned and arched myself into his face. I closed my eyes and just leaned my head back against the shower wall, lost in the feeling of his tongue traveling up and down my slit. His tongue dipped down into me and I knew I was lost.


Another Note : This is not the end of the chapter. I have the rest of it and am holding it ransom until I have a few more reviews...even if they are bad reviews. So...tell me your thoughts, and Ill tell you a story