Seduction--Part Seven

Téa watched as Todd unfastened one cuff link and removed it. Her eyes never left his as he removed the other and tossed both casually on the floor. He unbuckled his belt and pulled it loose, throwing it aside. Téa lightly touched his knee with her fingers. After the powerful emotional experience they had just shared, she hated to be physically separated from him--even for a few moments...

Sensing and sharing her need, he raised her hand to his face and pressed his lips softly against the inside of her wrist. She touched the side of his face delicately with her fingertips. He felt the slight tremor of her racing pulse as she touched him. Leaning down, he kissed her mouth reassuringly...

Téa fluidly drew him back down into her embrace. As he lingered there and the kiss deepened, she slid her hands inside his shirt and pushed it back over his shoulders and down his arms. Breaking away from his lips, she hugged him close and tongue kissed the smoothly muscled slope from his neck to his shoulder...

He let her cling to him as he eased his shirt the rest of the way off and pushed it aside. Then he gently brought his hands up to bracket her face, caressing her cheekbones with his thumbs. For a few silent moments they looked at each other... “I love you Téa,” he whispered, studying her face intently. Before she could respond, he touched her lips with his--once, twice--ever so lightly--almost too softly. Téa longed for more and tried to hold him close, but Todd pulled reluctantly away...

As he drew back, she gazed at him lovingly in the candlelight. He was beautiful to her, so lean and hard--all suppressed energy, controlled tension... He's like a big panther...sensual, predatory...outwardly relaxed, but secretly intense...ready to pounce... She breathed deeply, letting that thought--with all it's delicious connotations--spread through her already delicate nervous system and out over her body in a ripple of little goose bumps...

Todd straightened up and ran his hand lightly down her abdomen and pelvis to her right thigh. She smiled at the sudden memory--and he smiled back mischievously at her, as he slid his hand farther down and grasped her ankle, pulling her shoe from her foot. “They're still...magnificent,” he said with mock drama, as he grabbed the other foot and did the same. Having accomplished that, he rolled sideways, reached backwards and proceeded to remove his own shoes. His face suffused in pure boyish delight, he gathered up both sets and heaved them unceremoniously across the room. He turned back to face her triumphantly, grinning broadly, shoving his hands through his tousled mane of hair...

Téa laughed, recovering somewhat from the intense experience that had occurred earlier... First he's Don Juan, driving me insane--then he's a playful little boy...who's next...? The thought instantly sobered her. She looked wistfully at him... It's so hard right now to believe that there's anything ugly inside of him... Why does it have to be this way...why can't he be at peace...? Watching his face relax into that beautiful grin that she had seen so seldom, she suddenly felt a rush of anger, protectiveness...I wish I could take it from him...all the pain...I would if I could...I want him to be free...

In the middle of her musings his hands returned to her body, instantly blotting out everything from her mind except his touch. She welcomed him back eagerly as he cuddled up close to her again, snuggling his face into her neck, kissing her ear. He slid his hand across to her hip and rolled her body toward his...

Reaching out as she turned, she placed her palms on his chest, experiencing a rush of pleasure at the close contact. Luxuriating in the feel of his warm skin beneath her hands, she nestled her face against his, asking to be kissed...

Wrapping his arms about her torso, he rubbed sensuously down her back. He kissed her face--cheek, chin, mouth--as his hands grasped her garter belt and made short work of unfastening it. With no hesitation he slipped his hands into her panties and started sliding everything down over her hips. He slowed down momentarily to acquaint himself intimately with the soft contours of her beautiful backside, squeezing playfully and pulling her pelvis firmly into his as he kissed her deeply. Supporting her with his arms, he rolled back down with her on the bed, still kissing her face and neck...

Rising on one elbow, he continued to kiss her throat, moving slowly down to her breasts, pushing the rest of her clothing down her thighs with his free hand. For a few brief seconds, Téa experienced a slight twinge of discomfort at the feeling of being totally exposed--but before she had time to really worry much about that or anything else, she was lying completely naked in front of him...

She needn't have been concerned. Todd stared openly at her, worshipful admiration obvious in his expression. His hand slid slowly back up her inner thigh. Damn...a young, excited voice whispered in his mind... She is soooo hot, Todd...look at her...she looks good enough to eat...! Hardly noticing the voice, he reacted instead to the strong, accompanying impulse that assaulted his senses and started to dive towards her belly--but Téa reached out quickly to stop him...

Tired of being on display alone, she wanted to be on equal footing with him--wanted all artificial barriers between them removed. Pulling gently, but insistently on his arm, she guided him down beside her and into her embrace, offering her soft lips to him as an incentive to do things her way. She turned her body towards him and took a chance on showing a little more aggression of her own...

Taking his face in her hands, she finally did what she had always wanted to do...She began to kiss him--warm, wet little kisses on every part that she loved--his cheekbones, his eyelids, his nose, and finally his mouth...I can kiss too, quérido...she smiled to herself...and it's my turn... Sliding her hands and arms around him, she nestled into his chest and pressed her mouth to his more passionately. He pulled her close and returned the kiss in kind...

Drawing back from him afterwards, she searched his face, scanning for any hint of distress, disapproval. She smoothed the unruly hair that had fallen across his cheek back behind his ear. Then tentatively, carefully, she reached for his pants--unfastening, unzipping them slowly--watching his eyes for signs of anything unusual. She stretched her face out to his and kissed him softly, then ran her tongue along the beautiful, sensual arc of his upper lip. Gazing at her through half closed eyes, he parted his lips and touched her tongue with his. She pressed in, kissing him intensely again, taking the initiative, striving to show him the depth of her desire for him...

Todd let her have her way. He relaxed his shoulder and head back into the pillow, holding her as she continued to caress and kiss him. He was okay--he didn't feel pressured, he felt good--really good. Her touch was so light, so delicate--it drove him crazy. It always had...

In the past, he had dreaded the moments when she had approached him with those hands, knowing that if she touched him a thousand tiny shocks would race throughout his body and push his control to the absolute breaking point. He had done everything possible to avoid letting her get her hands on him. But now, it was different. He was no longer afraid of her touch. He wanted to feel those powerful sensations that her infinitely gentle fingertips generated. He loved the way she caressed him, loved the unbelievable softness, the chills that ran through him at each contact...

She smoothed the hair on his chest, then ran her hand down his abdomen--acutely aware of the firm muscles under his skin. She stopped breathing momentarily and her heart pounded in her chest as she slipped her fingers into his pants gently. She felt him twitch and shift slightly, tightening the muscles of his lower abdomen to give her hand more room. Taking this as a welcoming sign, she flattened her palm against him and inched her fingers down through the thick hair... Okay Todd...she smiled devilishly to herself, taking a deep breath... Where is this infamous, reclusive cock that I've heard and dreamed so much about since I've come to know you... Giggling privately, as she attempted to alleviate her nervousness through humor, she continued to kiss him softly, teasing between kisses with her tongue... Let's see if it's really as scary and dangerous as everyone, including you, would have me believe...

She could feel him heating up, his excitement becoming apparent as she kissed the edges of his mouth. He tried to catch her up in another long, deep kiss, but she wouldn't let him--playfully pulling out each time. As her fingers slid gently around his penis, she felt him shiver violently, heard his breathing catch. Her body reacted to his simultaneously, a warm twinge shooting through her pelvis. This time she didn't play--she planted her mouth on his firmly and kissed him deeply, greedily. He responded with an intensity and aggressiveness that left her breathless and shaken...

Ay, Papi...she sighed to herself wickedly, as the powerful kiss ended... You've been holding out on me... Delicately, her fingers traced the dimensions of his fully engorged manhood, noting the generous length and thickness with unabashed, hedonistic glee... Ah yes, mijo... you are definitely--most exquisitely--dangerous...she eased her body closer to his, yearning for skin to skin contact...and I need to get you out of these clothes...right now...

Stroking him seductively, she noted his reactions with fascination and escalating arousal. She could tell that he was struggling to maintain his composure. She had never seen Todd truly turned on before--it was a new, highly titillating experience for her. The sound of his uneven breathing and his obvious agitation at her touch gave her a feeling of power, a sensation she had never felt with him before...

His responses also inspired a fair amount of feminine awe as well... Big, beautiful male animal...she breathed to herself, covetously...sweating and twitching...all loaded up and primed to go off... She rolled her thumb lightly over the head of his penis and down to the sensitive underside, gliding through the oozing wetness. She felt him pulse in her hand involuntarily, heard him grunt softly... I can't wait to pull the trigger...can't wait to feel you explode deep inside of me...

She laid her face against his gently, kissing his cheek. He roughly covered her mouth with his own and slid his tongue into her deeply, urgently. She could feel his body vibrating slightly, could feel the heat radiating off his skin. Her own hot blood responded to his obvious arousal and started to get the best of her. She wanted him now--right now. Wanted to feel that big, beautiful thing slide inside her. She literally ached to be under him--to submit to his body, his virility. Giving him one last sensuous squeeze, she pulled her hand out reluctantly and began to push ineffectually at his clothing...

Todd was almost out of what was left of his mind. It had been so long since he had any intimate contact with a woman. He had to concentrate hard to keep from losing it--and he had so little left to concentrate with. Her hand was so incredibly soft--he wanted it on his body, but could hardly stand what she was doing. When she finally stopped and slipped her hand out, he felt a dizzying combination of extreme relief and agonizing deprivation...

Somewhere in the depths of his brain he heard laughter. The sound was hollow, vacant, far away. For a split second he felt vulnerable, wide open, frightened. Then it was gone--vanished. All that remained was a numbing, comforting sensation and an overwhelming desire to think of nothing but the warm, yielding flesh of the woman before him. He fought the rising urge to rush her, to plunge himself inside her savagely. Every nerve in his body was suddenly screaming for release...

He felt her try to push down on his clothing. Knowing that she couldn't accomplish the task unassisted, he eased away from her and rolled onto his back. Hooking his thumbs under his waistband, he raised his hips and slid everything down and off effortlessly--finishing up by kicking all of their accumulated clothing off the bed.

He turned back to her, still fighting to stay calm, to take it slow. But something was pushing, there was a thickness in the atmosphere inside his head. Unseen power was pulsing there, ticking like a bomb. Through the haze that was beginning to form in his mind, he felt a vague disquiet--it seemed as though there was something important that he was missing, but he couldn't quite grasp what it was...

Téa pulled him back down partially on top of her, loving the soft touch of his hair falling all around. Raising her face to his, she met his gaze evenly, making no attempt to disguise her longing for him. “Do you want me, Todd...? She breathed softly. “I need to hear you say it...tell me...”

Stalling, trying to focus, he ran his hand slowly through his hair, pushing all of it to one side as he looked down at her. He watched the candlelight play across her lovely features. “You're beautiful, Téa...what's not to want...?” His face softened into a smile, then slowly became serious again... “Yeah, I want you,” he whispered, searching her eyes... “I want you more than I've ever wanted anything in my life...” Lowering his head slowly, his lips touched hers tentatively--barely making contact. A massive, invisible weight began to engulf him, washing over his consciousness like a giant, smothering wave. Giving in to the emotions it evoked, he became more aggressive--covering her mouth with his, pressing her back into the pillow...

She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him in, welcoming his ardent attentions. She felt the muscles of his back ripple fluidly as he lifted slightly, sliding farther over her. As he brought his large hand up to cover and caress the side of her face, she felt small, delicate--infinitely vulnerable under him. Then, as sensual stains of music floated across the room from the speaker system, she forgot everything else on earth except the soft, voluptuous feel of his mouth against hers. Breathing in the smell of him, floating in the warm wetness--she basked in one long, luxurious moment of complete joy...

Only one thought still existed clearly in Todd's beleaguered mind--loving this exquisite woman. The pressure to take her continued to build higher and higher in his consciousness. His concentration was singular and unwavering. He wanted to make her happy, make her his forever through perfect physical contact. The natural, primal responses of his body had taken over completely. They pulled his shattered mind from point to point in an erotic interplay that propelled him ever closer to the edge of an unseen abyss. His guard was completely down--he didn't see the void open wide to suck him in... When it did, he was helpless to save himself...

To be continued...

Part Eight

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