One More Time(10)

I nodded, biting my kiss-swollen lip and reaching out.

“Not me. You.”

I stared at him, ascertaining if he was serious, and his darkened eyes stared back. Perfectly serious, and perfectly lustful. I may have been a virgin, but I was no stranger to my own touch. This was a pose I had perfected, a show I knew just how to put on.

I mirrored his actions in sliding my hands under the sides of my lace panties, red to match my dress, of course, and bent my knees up to pull them off.

I lay there before him, completely naked, entirely exposed, wearing nothing but the sky-high strappy heels I’d worn beneath my gown. My eyes scanned his as I tried to decide how I felt. In fashion, model bodies are treated exactly the same way that mannequin bodies are. I’d been nude in front of hundreds of other models as we hastily changed backstage while the crew milled around us. More times than I could ever count, designers had watched me put on their clothing with nothing between me and it to create unnecessary lines.

None of that had ever made me feel vulnerable. If anything, it had made it easy to see my body as utilitarian, a thing that belonged to me and happened to be both useful and valuable.

What I decided, as my fingers stole down my waxed mound to the edge of my wetness, was that this didn’t make me feel vulnerable either. It made me feel at home in my skin in a whole new way. Now my body was a thing that belonged to him, too, and happened to be made for pleasure.

And when my fingers dipped and circled, as I parted my lips with my other hand, I showed him exactly how to give me that pleasure.

He watched me as I watched him. His eyes were on my hands demonstrating the places that I’d discovered made my toes curl, and mine were on his long, hard body as he crawled onto the bed and between my legs. When his face was right there, I let my hands fall away and almost screamed again at the sensation when he replaced them with his warm, wet tongue.

And, oh, how he’d paid attention to my lesson, as he first drew the flat of his tongue up my seam slowly before flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves he found with the tip of it.

When I’d circled my finger slowly around my entrance, he’d noticed and did the same with his mouth. The swirling of his tongue matched the feeling in my head that was somehow also building up from the tips of my toes. Before I even had a chance to say a word I was spinning wildly through space, barely registering that his first two fingers had slipped inside me just at my point of climax, giving my inner walls something to grip as they convulsed in ecstasy.

The satisfaction I felt as I slowly fell back to earth was short-lived, because Tanner was already kissing his way up to my breasts. The soft skin bruised before my eyes as he nibbled softly, reigniting the fire in my core.

He drew first one nipple into his mouth, then the other, as my hips bucked against him, desperate for more.

As delicious as it felt, what he was doing, I needed a more active role. I needed his mouth on mine. I needed to wordlessly say what I didn’t have the vocabulary for. My hands tangled in his hair, pulled his head up to mine, and he knew what I wanted. His arm snaked out to open the bedside drawer, to pull out the condom I was both glad he had and regretful to use.

With a final kiss, Tanner pushed up and away from me, so that we could both look down as he first rolled the latex down his shaft, and then lined up at my entrance. The pressure at my hole alarmed and aroused me at once, which he instinctively seemed to realize. He shifted his weight to his left arm so that his right hand could come play.

Only seconds later, my body was humming again, my legs falling farther apart as he strummed me with his fingers and pressed against the gentle resistance with his cock, until finally, with a cry, I allowed him entrance. He froze, inside me, fingers still alternating just the tiniest amount of pressure, playing my body like an instrument.

We stayed there like that, looking down at the place we had become one and then back into each other’s eyes, for an eternity, for a second, for as long as it took our heartbeats to synchronize.

When I was ready, I relaxed my upper body as my hips shifted slightly up. Slowly, slowly, he eased both all the way in and all the way down, so that we could kiss again as our bodies learned each other’s most intimate secrets. Gradually, he pushed and pulled, each motion tinged with the edge of pain, which gave way bit by bit to pleasure.

We rocked together, each other’s anchors, in the sea together now, until we spiraled into a hurricane as one, coming and coming and gasping our love into each other’s mouths.

After, we lay cuddled and entangled, as close as two people can be outside the act itself, and told other secrets. Tanner always worried he wasn’t a good actor and couldn’t believe anyone had taken a chance on him. With his gorgeous face and body, he’d frequently been steered toward modeling growing up in Australia, but he hadn’t been willing to settle. He’d wanted to engage creatively. He’d been passionate about wanting to make characters come to life. Standing and posing wasn’t going to cut it.

Hearing that gave me the confidence to tell him that I wanted the same. I held my breath, expecting Tanner to laugh or tell me I could probably get some parts based on my looks.

But he didn’t do either.

“Perfect girl,” he’d whispered, punctuating it with a kiss, “you’ll be the only one who will ever hold you back.”

At the time, I had closed my eyes and lost myself in his ministrations, but his words have returned to me a thousand times since.