5 comments/ 19303 views/ 5 favorites The Architect Becomes Her Ch. 01 By: Mistress_Joli I would like to thank both my editors for their wonderful workd and help. The sweet and charming MrWhiteTiger, and the smart alec, but very helpful autoplot. Without them, I might not have ever submitted this thing. ----------------------------------------------- She padded into the classroom, her black satin robe tight around her nude form. She glanced around the room and took in the students setting up and the professor shuffling papers on his desk. It was a normal class for the most part. Girls studiously set out their pencils, paper, and smudgers. The smaller group of guys eyed her with interest. She could always got those looks considering the type of modeling she was doing. Although some were actually there to advance their artistic studies, there were a few bold stares. Stares like those made her wonder why she modeled. Suddenly her eyes were captured by an intense masculine gaze. Electric. She felt the jolt hit deep in her belly—the shockwaves rushed up her spine and she almost gasped out loud because the breathless feeling was so intense. The tingling sensation raised the hair along the nape of her neck, down her arms, and tightened her nipples. She ducked her head as she stepped up to the platform, before risking another glance. He was studying her, his gaze no longer on her face but contemplating the rest of her body, the only visible skin showing from mid calf down to bare feet. With his eyes averted from hers she studied him easily right back. He was an older man, early-to-mid fifties with short cropped salt-and-pepper hair. His eyes were deep set, but expressive. His darker brows enhanced each facial expression. The man had a strong chin, a cultured mouth and a patrician nose, all signs of class. That, and the fact that his clothes were casually modest yet evidently very expensive, a loose fitting cream shirt and dark brown slacks which enhanced his slightly bronzed skin. Money, class, stature were all written on his form and the way he moved. He didn't seem in a hurry as he studied her. He took his time, like he was savoring a fine painting. What a nice thought that was. She sighed in pleasure as his eyes returned to hers. He gave a quick guilty smile then turned back to his tablet of paper, fiddling with some pencils. Well that was new, she thought. Normally men made her nervous and skittish and not the other way around. Men looked at her boldly most of the time and not with politeness. This one knew how to treat a lady. That faint boyish face made him look as if he'd been caught doing something naughty. She almost giggled. Unfortunately or fortunately, she was facing away from this class today. She knelt on the soft chaise with her back facing the room and then proceeded to loosen her robe as Professor Sharp called the class to order. The object of the lesson was to study the play of light and shadow across the human body. She slid the robe off her shoulders and let it pool around her hips so that only a faint suggestion of her buttocks could be seen. She half turned so that just the slight curve of one breast was visible to the class and arched her neck slightly, settling her palms in her lap. For the next hour she needed to sit as still as possible. Thankfully she'd pulled her coppery blond hair into a simple French twist. A few loose tendrils had escaped and brushed the back of her neck and her left ear, softening what could have been considered a cold statue. The hairs made her look real, soft, and completely female. She imagined the man's eyes roving over her pale skin as Professor Sharp discussed and directed the students' motions with pencil. Would he stare intensely, his brows furrowing, making deep creases in his forehead? Perhaps his look would be blank as he thought of where to start first on her form, the curve of her shoulder or the long smooth line of her back. Wherever he started, she wished she could watch, wished she could stare out towards the class, eyes following the movement of his pencil sketching on the paper. She loved the soothing voice of Sharp and as usual the hypnotic tones of his voice lulled her senses till her mind drifted off. She floated away and her body relaxed slightly and changed the appearance of formidable marble to soft, sensual woman. # # # He stared at her in wonder. Though he was often cynical in life, he couldn't deny she was a beauty with her long smooth lines and skin like a magnolia petal. Her coppery hair shone like a new penny. Her eyes: he wished he'd had a longer gaze into them. They were a green-blue color, or so he thought. She was too far away to see the detail. She was young, perhaps in her late twenties, but then anyone ten years his junior was young. At first glance he'd thought her even younger. She had a fresh face, animated yet guarded. Her eyes had skittered away from his when he'd stared. For some reason he had felt guilty for staring; after all she was just a model, simply this lesson's assignment: nothing more, nothing less. She was someone to admire and learn from. Men must stare at her all the time. With a body like that there was no doubt she got plenty of attention. No doubt there was a good chance much of it was unwanted. Settling down in his stool he sighed, trying to listen to the professor as he held a tablet of cream paper and a charcoal pencil at the ready. The moment she slid the black robe off her shoulders his mouth went dry. The curve of her back was incredible. She knelt on a tan chaise, her body turned so he could just catch the sloping curve of one breast and a hint of a coral nipple. It was taut like a little pearl. Her head tilted regally, like a wood dryad, graceful and noble. With her hair pulled back that way he could see every curve and shadow. His fingers itched to begin as he listened to the professor discuss how to achieve the correct shadowing. He didn't really need to hear the directions; he knew what to do since he'd done this often enough to know. In fact he'd been drawing all his life but had never been able to capture a human form they way he wanted before this class. Architecture had been his profession. Drawing plans and ideas had given him artistic skills most dreamed of achieving. But it was a woman's warm body he wanted to draw; to be able to capture the graceful curves every woman had. His hand flew across the paper as Professor Sharp finished his lecture. He ignored everyone around him, even when the professor made a comment about his progress. He was focused only on her. She sat like a statue without a single sigh or raise of the shoulders. He moved quickly drawing her basic form before beginning to fill in the shadows. He smoothed with his fingers, smudging and spreading the charcoal, reaching for a sharper, harder lead to develop the lines. Then he smudged the shadow of the cleft of her buttocks and slashed at the robe around her hips, making it darker and darker until it was black as night, the perfect frame for her pale skin. He cross hatched the background around her, not wanting any distractions from her perfect form, wanting nothing to take away from it all. It was a symphony of light and dark, smooth and hard. When he finished, he blinked in surprise. He had been so concentrated on what he was doing he had failed to pay attention to the clock. Other students were picking up their pencils and putting them in cases while a few others still sketched in the last touches. Most were finished, their drawings put away in folders. He looked up at the chaise to see her stretch her arms above her head. She arched her back and bent her head back and forth. His eyes widened when she bent forward, the curve of her back bowing forward and more than a hint of her bottom visible. Arousal slammed through his body and he shifted uncomfortably as he imagined her like that on a bed with her arms stretched out in front of her, kneeling and sitting on her feet. She sat back up, reached behind for the robe and pulled it up over her shoulders and belted it around her waist. Then, twisting around, she gazed out into the room and suddenly her eyes collided with his as if they were drawn there. He stared into them with an intensity that suddenly made her skin bloom with a bright pink. The color infused her cheeks with loveliness, spreading down her neck to the vee of the robe. She ducked her head, got up quickly and moved towards the door where she had entered the classroom. He sighed and collected his pencils and paper. He was careful with the drawing, making sure it didn't get smudged as he placed it in the protective folder. He walked up to talk with Sharp. "Well Hugh, you seemed focused today," said Sharp. "Lovely isn't she?" Hugh smiled. "Yes she is. I'm curious, will she be back?" Sharp laughed. "Subtle," he said sarcastically. "But yes, she will." Hugh smiled again. "Well, then, I guess I'll see you at the next class, unless you plan on stopping by the house this weekend." "Maybe, old friend, but I have some grading to do, so I don't know." Sharp grinned. "Well feel free. I need to get going, but tell Ann I said hello." Hugh started walking backwards towards the door. "Will do. See you later. Oh, and let me know if you want her number," he said slyly. Hugh just groaned and banged out of the door. Sharp's laugh echoed behind. He did want her number. He was tempted to wait around and see if she came out of the classroom, but decided that seemed too forward. Well, next time. John had said this wasn't the only time he would be seeing her. Hugh prayed it would be soon. The Architect Becomes Her Ch. 02 Again, I want to thank MrWhiteTiger and autoplot for their marvelous work with this chapter. -------------------------------------------------- When she heard Sharp finish up the day's lesson she sighed. Her shoulders hurt and so did her back. Sitting that still for a long time wasn't as easy as it appeared. She stretched her arms above her head, enjoying the relieving pull of her muscles. She loved stretching like that. It was one of the best parts of the lesson. To her, stretching that first time was almost orgasmic. The pleasure was always intense and satisfying. She leaned forward into the yoga child's pose and let her spine relax. With a sigh of satisfaction she sat up to pull the robe around her slightly chilled body. The classroom was always heated considering the type of modeling that was done, but she was still chilled from not having moved for the past hour. Gently, she spun around, letting her legs touch the floor gracefully and gazed around the room in a lazy fashion, enjoying seeing everyone pick up their papers and drawing instruments. The sunlight from the high windows brightened the wood on the floors giving everything a warm cozy feel. This was merely stalling, however. What she wanted was to find him. Eventually she gave in and looked over. The intensity of his stare was staggering: she saw fire and passion in his face and desire like she hadn't seen in a long time. She couldn't help it. She blushed. Hard. He wanted her. Madly. Passionately. And she had absolutely no idea what to do with that thought. So she did the only thing possible in the situation. She ducked her head and hurried towards her dressing room. She almost slammed the door in her haste, but checked herself and ended up peeking out to look at him once more. She watched him carefully put her portrait into the folder. She sighed with a happy smile and carefully closed the door. She dressed quickly, hoping she might catch him, but by the time she swirled out the door, only Professor Sharp was there gathering up things. "Ah, Lucy, there you are. It was a good day. Thank you for coming in." "Always a pleasure Professor. Will you be needing me again or were you going to use Jessica?" "Actually, I will be needing you again if you can." There was a sly look to his grin. Lucy arched a fine brow. "Yes. . . I can come. When did you need me?" "Next week, same time. That fine?" "Yes. I can be here. What is the lesson?" "Same type as today, shading and all, but I want it from the front." "Ah, okay. Now, today I wore black, any other color you would prefer for next time?" "Well we are still doing mostly black and white, but something blue or green would be good, considering your coloring." "Very well. Okay then, till next week. I'll talk to you later Professor." "Mmm, yes Lucy. Thank you. Oh and remind me next week to introduce you to Hugh. He's the older artist. He wanted to meet you." Lucy frowned though her body gave a jolt. "Alright. Um, I need to get going, so next week." "Yes, thank you so much. See you later." Sharp turned away and Lucy left the classroom, a frown still etched on her face. He wanted to meet her? Did he know Professor Sharp? Did she want to meet him? She answered herself emphatically in the positive. She desperately wanted to meet him. The way he had looked at her was incredible, unlike any other guy she had known. The desire wasn't just for a fuck—it was something more. She couldn't say why or how she knew, but she did. Stepping out into the warm fall day, she headed for her favorite coffee shop, needing some good old fashioned caffeine to relax her stiff body and her mind. Soon she was settled into a corner of the coffee shop, a cappuccino in hand while she read her silly vampire romance series, something light and far from 'literary' type books. This was a bit of fun and she was quite addicted to this particular series. Her tortoise shell glasses balanced almost on the end of her nose s she was completely absorbed in the hero vampire distraught over the non compliance of the telepathic woman he loved. "Pardon me for intruding," came a deep voice from her right. She jerked and almost splashed her drink in her lap, looking up into his clear gaze. "Oh," she breathed. She stared dazedly at his face, studying his warm smile, slightly hesitant. "May I?" he gestured at the open chair across from her. "Oh, yes, of course." Lucy pushed a few folders together and put them in her brief case. She felt flustered and awkward. "Thank you for letting me join you. May I introduce myself?" When Lucy nodded, he held out his hand. Lucy rested her hand in his, feeling electricity tingle up her arm. "I'm Hugh Jordan." He brought her hand to his mouth and brushed the back with his mouth. Lucy almost thought she would burst out into giggles. Almost. He was old fashioned, or a charmer, but the feel of his mouth..... She sighed audibly and he grinned against her skin. "Lucy Pembrook." "A pleasure, Lucy." "Yes, it is." For a reason Lucy could think of, they sat there, studying each other, not moving, her hand still in his. She was surprised that he was so relaxed doing such a thing. Though she enjoyed gazing at him, she felt self-conscious, something he didn't appear to share at all. "I'm sorry," she said after a time. She withdrew her hand from his, though she did rest it on the table near his. "I feel very strange about all of this." She gestured with her other hand in a waving motion. "No, it's okay. Surprisingly, I feel the very same way you do." He frowned for a moment then his brow cleared. "But if it's alright with you, I'd like to get to know you." He smiled at her, a smile that was radiant. His eyes glowed with fire, the corners crinkling and adding to his already fascinating features. Lucy was taken aback for a moment, dazzled by the brilliance of his smile, then she joined in. "I would like that too." Suddenly she laughed and rested her cheek against her hand. "This is so strange. You look at me like that and I can't help feeling like you already know everything about me." "I don't, but come, let me get you dinner and we will talk." He stood up and held out his hand for her. She put her book in the briefcase and placed her hand in his. The Architect Becomes Her Ch. 03 Again I want to thank my editors, MrWhiteTiger and autoplot, for their wonderful editing and help in making this a bit more interesting than it was before. Sorry T, for not putting in the part about Torture methods in Turkish prisons. I just didn't think it fit. For all my readers, thank you so much for your comments and the 'fun' chapter is next after this one. _________________________________ They had dinner at a little French restaurant near the park. He learned more about her over candlelight and wine, which was comical in the seduction sense. He'd been shocked when he'd noticed her sitting in the coffee shop with her hair pulled up into a sleek chignon, glasses perched on her nose and wearing a white blouse and sleeveless pullover vest along with a black pencil thin skirt and high heels. She looked like a smart business woman or an efficient secretary. And to see she'd been reading a vampire romance book. He found it charming. It turned out she was a secretary for one of the board members. She'd been offered the job of modeling by Professor Sharp last semester and since then had modeled for a few other art professors too, in different forms: clothed, nude and in motion. Hugh asked if she enjoyed modeling and Lucy admitted she did, saying she found a thrill in being the center of attention. He asked her why. She thought for a while and then replied that being a secretary was quiet work. You didn't get noticed for it. You didn't get recognition. Not that she wanted it per se, but it was nice to have the attention, to be the center of focus. It wasn't that any of the students knew her name or where she worked, but during that time in class she was in command, so to speak. What an intriguing thought, he mused. Hugh had been an important figure in the architectural world and he was well known. She'd asked him about his work and architecture, resting her chin in her left hand while she swirled the Merlot in her glass. With her gaze focused on him he felt drawn into the depths of her eyes. Their color was darker now, like the deep green of a tropical sea. He felt mesmerized and forgot for a moment what he had intended to tell her. When she arched her fine brow, he laughed lightly and shook his head to clear his thoughts, sorting through the many projects he had worked on. The buildings he had designed. The years he had spent with a building company, designing stylish homes. As he described his work to her, he could see the awe in her eyes. She was amazed at what a distinguished and influential architect he was, and he couldn't help bragging a bit just to see her eyes widen and her luscious mouth gape a little. She seemed fascinated with his work, and in turn he felt the heat of desire grow more strongly in his gut. Each smile, each laugh, each time she reached up to brush a curl away from her face, it was like a punch dealt to his stomach. He hadn't felt like this in a long time; certainly not with his first wife. He hadn't felt that rush of adrenaline pulsing through his body. Even when he had been dating his wife it had never been this potent. They discussed the normal 'date' conversation starters; movies, books and music. He was surprised when she divulged her love of Neil Diamond, James Taylor, and the band Chicago. They were artists he happened to like, and it was interesting that someone from her generation was a fan too. During a lull in the conversation, Hugh had an idea he'd once seen in a movie. "Beatles or Stones?" he fired the question at her. "Um, Beatles, but only sometimes. And preferably their number 1 album." "Movie or stage play?" "Both." She grinned at him. "Is this twenty questions?" "Sort of." He gave her a sly look. "Top or bottom?" Lucy stared at him for a moment, not comprehending. When he wiggled his eyebrows, she burst out laughing and blushed an amazingly bright pink. "That depends," she answered cryptically, still laughing. "On?" he prompted. Her lips twisted as she tried not to laugh and he had the sudden urge to grab her and kiss her breathless. However, she responded before he could act on his thought. "On a lot of things. The guy. My mood. The setting." She paused for a moment as she took a sip of wine. "But, honestly, if I had to chose, I would say yes. Pick one, and I don't mean just top or bottom, and it will turn me on." Now it was his turn to stare at her as he grew uncomfortably aroused. She had a self-satisfied smirk playing at the corners of her mouth and she laughed openly when he let out a gasp of air. "I'm sorry. That was terribly provocative of me." "Not to worry. I'll recover. I think." Hugh smiled as she laughed, then went back to firing questions at her, though he left the more suggestive ones out of the conversation. There was only so much he could handle at one time, and it seemed that the one question had opened the floodgates as she answered each question with a sly look on her face. Provocative didn't even begin to describe her allure. He directed the conversation to safer topics as they savored the creme brulee. Politics were usually a touchy subject for him, but she calmly stated her points, though she finally admitted that she didn't feel she was any good at it. He laughed at that, ignoring her protests. Her opinion of herself was humble and he found that fascinating. Later, as they walked around the lit plaza enjoying the fall air, she told him she was writing a book during her off hours, and confided to feeling she wasn't good enough to get it published. He asked if she might let him see it, and though she dodged the issue for the moment, she hadn't rejected the suggestion. He asked her home to his place for coffee, but she declined saying she had some paperwork to catch up on. So he offered to walk her home and she agreed. On the way he was surprised to learn she lived just a block away from him. Her home was a small cottage style affair with a little cottage garden that was a tad overgrown, but still quite her. As he ceremoniously took her key and opened the door for her in a somewhat dated gesture, she smiled. "Thank you for the lovely evening, Hugh." "It was my pleasure." He stared down at her for a moment and then decided he had to go for it. "Would you have dinner with me tomorrow? My place?" He waited with bated breath for her answer. She thought for a moment then nodded. "I would like that." He gave her his card so she could find his home and then, before he had even acknowledged the thought, he had her in his arms and his mouth was on hers. She sank against him, twining her arms around his neck. Her lips felt so soft against his. He wanted to devour her, she tasted so sweet. As her lips parted slightly he groaned against her mouth. His hands stroked her body, gripping her waist as he sank his tongue into her willing mouth. God, he wanted her so badly. And he could have, had he pressed a bit more, but no, he would wait. The anticipation might kill him, but if she was going to be in his bed, he wanted to make it good. He pulled back and set her away from him, grinning at her moan; breathless himself. "Tomorrow," he stated. She nodded, looking a little dizzy from his kisses. "Tomorrow," she agreed with a whisper. Her eyes fluttered closed as his finger stroked her cheek. He stepped away before he was tempted to give up his good intentions. He glanced back from the street and saw her slip inside the door. Then he grinned, feeling like a little boy. As he walked home, a whistle escaped his lips. Tomorrow was going to be a good day. The Architect Becomes Her Ch. 04 Okay, you all get to finally see Hugh and Lucy together. This chapter took so long to finally come together, but I'm so happy with it, and I love having Hugh and Lucy finally get it on. I want to thank MrWhiteTiger and autoplot, as always. You both made it so much better, and thanks again T. for your wonderful comments. It meant a lot, and I'm glad you got to see it first before I posted. To all my readers, the next chapter will be a bit in coming, but hopefully soon. Enjoy this for now.~MJ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She sat on one of his luxurious sofas, sipping a decadent cup of French roast coffee as she watched him take the vinyl record out of its protective sleeve and set it carefully on the turntable. His movements were measured and she watched in fascination as he brushed stray dust off the disk before carefully setting the needle on the spinning edge. Crackly static sounded for a moment before the soft, sweet, muted trumpet of a "It Never Entered My Mind" by Miles Davis floated out of the well placed speakers. The music filled the room as if the sound was from all over. She closed her eyes as gooseflesh covered her skin. Music was a balm to her. It could fix every wrong and enhance every right. To have it all around her was an exquisite feeling. Her lashes fluttered open as he settled himself next to her and pulled her close. "I take it you like the music choice," he stated. "Mmm. I do. This happens to be one of my favorites of his." She sighed happily as she snuggled closer, enjoying the feel of his fingers brushing up and down her silk-covered arm. Thoughts of the earlier part of the evening washed over her. She'd found his home easily, sitting on the bluff of the river that overlooked the city, and thought how unique it was that they hadn't crossed paths before. Modern was definitely the theme to Hugh's home, and she had seen and admired it many times, wishing she could see the interior. Clean lines, very straight and geometric. Windows everywhere. The whole house seemed to be made up of windows. Even the ceiling had massive windows; not skylights, but actual pane windows somewhat indicative of a greenhouse. The bottom floor was very open with the sitting area directly under the center expanse of ceiling windows. The focal point of the room though, was a stunning set of freestanding, straight-flight stairs that enhanced the double height living area. Open walkways and balconies kept the look of clean lines. At first glance, she had thought it would be cold and unfriendly with all the open space and white everything, however there were walls filled with books, while others had amazing paintings and artwork. Everything was hung in an eclectic manner that broke up the wide spaces. Lush potted ferns and other large, green houseplants were scattered around the room. There were even a couple pots of bright red anthurium bracketing one of the sofas. A glass coffee table held stacks of architectural books and a few scattered magazines, all vying for space, seemingly trying to shove the bowl of rusty chrysanthemums out of the way. He had shown her around the downstairs: his up to date kitchen in stainless steel, drafting tables scattered with designs tucked into well-lit spots. It was all pretty amazing. He didn't show her the upstairs, but she could see that everything opened up to the walkway around the center living space. Doors were not solid, but made of pane glass and the lights from the city twinkled as they went through all the sets of glass. Dinner had been amazing: a pasta primavera, crusty french bread, and a lovely Malbec. She had enjoyed watching him prepare everything, slightly amazed that he was so comfortable in the kitchen. She enjoyed fixing meals, but usually she was harried and easily flustered. He was not. To top off the rich meal, he had tempted her with a flourless chocolate cake, holding out a forkful, but by that point, she didn't have any more room. All she could consider was the coffee and even that was pushing the limits. Now that she was next to him, with his apparent fascination with her skin, she felt like she was floating. Every touch sent a tingle up her arm to settle somewhere low in her belly. She knew what he was doing. She knew he was seducing her with his cooking, his conversation, and now his touches. "Did I lose you?" His question brought her back to the present. Lucy laughed. "No." She set her coffee down and arched a brow at him. He laughed softly and tugged her back next to his side, sliding his hand up her arm to her neck where he pushed her hair out of the way. Before she knew what he was up to, his mouth was brushing along the exposed skin. She shivered in pleasure and tipped her head in encouragement. The feel of his lips on her skin was luscious. If there was one place a man could kiss her and turn her to putty, it was her neck. Apparently Hugh was having no trouble understanding this as his kisses became open mouthed and slowed till he was tasting her skin in abandonment. His nose brushed along her hairline and she shivered. "I like how your face powder smells," Hugh murmured. "How in the world do you smell that?" Lucy tried to turn and look at him, but he kept her there and brushed his lips across her cheek. "I smell the clove. My sister wears the same thing." He dragged mouth back down to her neck and kissed her again. It was too much. It wasn't enough. She pulled away roughly and turned towards him, her fingers clutching handfuls of his navy pullover as she tugged him closer. "You're teasing me to insanity," Lucy growled, feeling very feline and domineering. "That is the point," he answered back. He leaned in and brushed her lips with his, but pulled back before she could respond. He chuckled at her low growl of disapproval, but he softened the disappointment by gripping her waist and tugging her over his lap to straddle his legs. "Better?" She replied by cupping his jaw in her hands and pressing her mouth to his. As his mouth opened up under hers, she settled against him, her arms draping over his shoulders, her body fitting against his. God, his kisses were addictive. The way he moved his hands up her back, stroking and gripping, finally sliding up into her hair to cup her neck and hold her against his mouth. His mouth was firm one moment, soft the next, his lips sipping hers before diving back in and demanding entrance to her mouth. When his tongue slid inside, she melted against him. It was all consuming. Her body was on fire and deliciously aroused. It had been ages since she'd felt this way. He left her breathless and vibrating, a slight shiver sliding down her back, turning to a shudder as his hands pulled her ivory, silk blouse from her charcoal-grey, wide-legged trousers and slid his hands against her skin. "Are you cold?" he murmured against her neck. His hands were hot on her waist and she shuddered again. "No. I have this thing about shivering when I'm, well," she gestured vaguely and she felt him laugh again. He kissed her mouth again, distracting her while he quickly worked the buttons. In moments he had her blouse off, and his hands cupped her lace-covered breasts. "Gorgeous," he murmured. He fingered the black lace and ran a finger across the rounded swell, brushing the material. "I saw the shadow of this lace all evening and I wanted to rip that blouse off of you," he mused as teased her nipples through the fabric until they were taut and pebbled. "Thank you. I was hoping you'd like it. You do know you have on too many clothes?" She fingered his navy pullover and white shirt collar. "I happen to think it looks amazing on you, but...." she trailed off and slid her hands to the ribbed hem of his sweater and tugged upward. He laughed, but obliged her by flicking her hands out of the way and pulled off the offending piece of clothing. "Impatient, aren't you?" His tone was teasing. "Quite impatient," she agreed, then focused on unbuttoning his shirt. Her gaze was determined, her tongue caught between her teeth, as she worked each button carefully. She slid her palms up his chest once she had the shirt pushed aside. Lucy slid up to his shoulders, stroking and reveling in his warm skin. Tactile sensations were things she enjoyed most in life. Touching Hugh's skin was another thing to add to the list. Rough where the silver, grey hairs sprinkled across his chest; smooth at that spot where shoulder met neck; she delighted in the raspy velvet of his nipples. Each texture was different. Each was entirely pleasing and her fingers tingled as she stroked. She leaned down and brushed her lips across his chest, finding one of his nipples with her mouth, she dragged her lips back and forth. Velvet rasping velvet. His groan had her teasing the twin, enjoying the slightly salty taste of his skin. She smiled seductively when she noticed his head had fallen back against the couch, his eyes closed, his breathing uneven. His hands were sliding slowly up her thighs, the thin material of her trousers adding to the abrasion. "You like this." It was a statement and his eyes opened slowly. "I do." He pulled her down and kissed her gently. "But now it's my turn." He brushed her hands out of the way and reached behind to unhook her bra slowly, teasingly sliding it off her shoulders. She shivered when his gaze rested on her, and her nipples tightened even more in awareness. She jumped slightly when one of his fingers lightly stroked and he laughed softly. "You are so sensitive," he murmured. "So delicate and soft." He touched her gently, reverently. Taking his time and savoring. Thumbs gently brushing the dusky rose tips like he was touching a flower. Through lowered lids, she watched his face, the intent look, somewhat determined and focused. A smile played across her lips in pleasure. It was nice to be appreciated and to have the lavish attention from a guy who was more interested in her than himself. His hands brushed and smoothed, sometimes hitting a sensitive spot that would send shivers up her spine. Every time she shivered, he would grin and brush again. It wasn't long before she felt like mush. Her brain felt fuzzy and she had relaxed in his hold. "Are you alive?" he asked as he placed an open-mouthed kiss on her shoulder. "Mmm," was her sighing response. His countering laugh vibrated her skin as his lips moved across her chest to her other shoulder. It seemed that it was now his mouth's turn to explore. His hands rested lightly on her hips as his mouth traveled down the slope of her breast, barely brushing, before capturing one of her nipples in the warm confines of his mouth. Her head fell back and she let out a breathy sigh. The tingling sensations of Hugh's warm, wet mouth traveled down and settled low in her belly. She was so distracted by the suction of his mouth, that it took a moment to notice his hands had started pushing the trousers off her hips. She pushed against his shoulders, sliding off his lap to stand unsteadily in her heels. Reaching out, he steadied her as she slowly pushed her trousers down. She stepped out of her heels and the pants and stood before him in her lacy black scrap of fabric and black thigh highs. He sucked in a breath and she watched as he ran his index finger up her thigh then ran it around the lacy top of the stockings. "I like these." "I thought you might." Before she could over think her moves, she slid her thumbs into the lace and slid the g-string down. It was bold of her, and she had to take a deep breath as she stepped out of them and looked at Hugh, a hint of defiance in her stance. Seeing only delight by the wicked smile he gave her, she stepped out of her heels and moved to settle back over him. He had other ideas as he held her back and quickly worked his slacks off by tilting up his hips, toeing off his loafers, and tossing his pants in the general direction of hers. His shirt followed and she would have laughed at his haste if she hadn't been as aroused as she was seeing him loose his cool. His fingers were in the black boxer briefs, moving to shove them off, when she stopped him. "Let me," she whispered. Her hands tugged him to standing. Without her heels she only reached his shoulders and felt incredibly feminine. She leaned in and kissed his chest, her hands teasing the waistband of his shorts. Moving quickly, she slid them down, her body following them until she was kneeling before him, his aroused cock at eye level. She grinned as he sucked in a massive breath. Sliding her hands up his thighs, she pressed a kiss on the soft skin where thigh met groin. Her fingers reached out and slid along the satiny length to the base where she gripped. Smiling in delight as she heard him groan, she moved her lips closer. "Oh no you don't!" he growled and grabbed her shoulders, pulling her up. "If you do that, the fun will end." He tugged her down onto the couch and she laughed. "Depends on your idea of fun," but she let him slide her back over his body. He held her above him, his fingers gripping her waist. "Lucy." She heard the power in his voice and it was impossible not to look at him. "Yes?" she whispered. Lucy looked at him through lash hidden eyes. In the soft light, he was mesmerizing. "Kiss me." His words were an order, but his tone was desperate. She was tempted to tease him, but she sensed that he would lose his control. His mouth waited for her, and she pressed her lips gently to his. Her mouth moved across his, teased gently with little biting kisses before she slipped her tongue into his mouth. She almost reared back when she felt his fingers brush her pussy. She made a strangled sound, but his mouth was sucking on her tongue. Breathing in hard through her nose, she tried to relax and focus on the kiss, but his fingers were teasing. Stroking, playing with her juices, making her more slick. She broke the kiss when a long finger slid up inside and she let out a stifled cry. Her head fell back and she gripped his shoulders so tightly her knuckles were white. "God you are amazing," Hugh said softly. She felt him slide another finger in and it was heaven. She moved her hips slightly, experimenting and she felt him chuckle. "That's right. Feel it all." He knew what he was doing, that was for certain, thought Lucy. Each little slide of his fingers, a curl then a drag. Every bit of her body was centered around what his hand was doing. When he pressed his thumb to her clit she let out a strangled sound. "Oh please," she begged. His laugh was mirthless as he slid his fingers out. He held her poised above his cock, the head slightly brushing her slick core. Her fingers gripped his shoulders, and she saw him wince as her nails dug in. She slowly released her fingers and rubbed the half moon marks she'd made. "Hugh," she whimpered with abandon and he smiled painfully as he slowly lowered her onto him, his mouth catching one of her rosy crests in his mouth and sucking fiercely as he impaled her. She felt the slight burn and rush of blood flow up to her cheeks as her body engulfed him. It was too much. She thought she might burst into flames as he steadily pulled her down. It had been so long. Too long. She felt her body stretch and protest until he bottomed out. She wiggled slightly to ease the fullness and his fingers stopped her. "Hold still," he ground out, as his fingers bit into her hips. His eyes closed and he heaved in deep breaths. "I-I can't," Lucy wailed. Her hips fought against his hold as she tried to move. When he gave her no inch, she pouted then slowly squeezed her inner muscles. His breath exploded out of him and for a moment he loosened his grasp. That was all she needed and she braced her hands on his chest as she began to ride slowly, lifting up till he almost escaped her body before sinking down, low and deep. She panted as he filled her and when she lost the rhythm for a moment as a zing of pleasure stroked up her back, his hands began moving her to his own beat. Her head fell against his neck, her mouth kissing and sucking the skin there as he continued to urge her on. His hands stroked up her back, tracing down the line of her spine before grasping her bottom in tight hands, his fingers digging in and the slight pain adding to the rush of feeling building where they were joined. "Come for me," he whispered in her ear as his fingers reached between them and he caught her clit with his forefinger and thumb. "I can't," she panted, her hips churning uncontrollably. Sweat dripped from her forehead onto his skin and she licked his shoulder, the taste salty. "Come for me," he demanded this time, pinching and rolling her nub. Maybe it was his order, or the way his fingers worked her, or perhaps her body had finally reached the point of no return, but suddenly a wave of sheer ecstasy exploded around her and she cried out as the waves rolled up her body. She rocked her head against his shoulder and felt his rumbling growl as he came inside of her. She felt him thrust deep and hold her tightly as the trembling coursed through her, her body milking him. Panting wildly, she clutched him close and rocked lightly against him, little aftershocks flaring up and lengthening the pleasure. It was a long while before their breathing slowed, and when he finally lifted her off, she winced slightly. "Sorry," he murmured, and kissed her forehead. He tucked her against his side and pulled a soft, wool blanket over them. "S'okay. It's been a long time," she whispered against his skin. Soon she felt her body ease, heard his sigh of content, and let her body drift off. Just for a bit. Till she could catch her second wind. There was no way she was going to enjoy just one bout with Hugh. The Architect Becomes Her Ch. 05 Sorry this has taken me so long to publish. I have chapter six written and edited as well, so I should be able to post it not too long from now. I hope you all enjoy this next installment. My thanks goes to MrWhiteTiger as always for editing this. -------------------------------------------- "You know, it's unlike me to rush things," he murmured in her ear a little while later. "Normally I savor things and take my time, but with you, it seems I have no self control." The afterglow had faded and Hugh was now wide awake. Earlier he'd slipped away from Lucy and turned on the gas fireplace, lighting the room in its warm glow. The flames lit her skin in shades of gold and copper; her hair shone and when she dragged her sleepy eyes open, there were licks of gold in the blue depths. "Self control is overrated," she purred as she rubbed her cheek along his chest like a cat. He chuckled, "Yes, at times. But I did want to get you into bed." "So, take me there later. I'm in no hurry to move." She slid her hand up his chest, her fingers brushing and stroking his skin. She seemed to take particular pleasure in letting her fingers sift through the black and gray hair on his chest. "Let me draw you," he whispered as she snuggled herself closer to his side. "Do I have to move?" she moaned. He chuckled. "No. Hey, what's this little girl? You are how much younger than me, and I've worn you out?" "Don't tease," she sighed with a satisfied sound. She buried her face in his shoulder and pressed her lips against his skin. He shuddered slightly as the tip of her tongue tasted the salt. "Wouldn't dream of teasing you, but if you don't stop that with your mouth, I'm going to wear you out more," he warned. He felt her smile against his skin and was tempted to tumble her back into the sofa cushion. "Alright. Fine, get your paper and whatever. But you have to make me a promise." "Yes?" he prompted when it appeared she wasn't going to tell him. She opened her eyes slowly and gave him a wicked, sexy smile. "You have to promise to wear me out again when you're done." He laughed, the sound deep and full bodied like a rich wine Then he kissed her hard and long. He grinned when he pulled back and she was breathless. "You've got it, darling girl," he said as he got up. He walked towards his drafting table, unconcerned about his nudity. He knew she was watching him, and he liked it. It was nice to be appreciated by a soft, incredibly sensual woman. He came back with his tablet, a piece of charcoal, and a handful of colored pencils. Pulling up one of his armchairs, he settled himself close enough to catch all the shadows playing across her skin, but not so close that his shadow crossed her. "How do you want me, she asked as she stretched and arched her back, her arms raised as far as she could, her toes pointed. He stared, his mouth dry and a jolt of arousal hit his gut. She was so completely comfortable and relaxed, her unconscious stretching was sensual and uninhibited. She stretched again and yawned. The blanket he'd draped over them, slipped to her waist. "Hugh," she prompted with a giggle. "Um. Ah. . ." her breasts were distracting. "God you're beautiful," he sighed. She giggled again. "Thank you." "Alright, let your arm drape over your waist and prop your head with your other arm, or hand. And keep your eyes open. If you can." He added the last three words as her lashes fluttered closed. "I'll try," she murmured. With the slight hissing from the gas fire as the only background noise, he began to sketch. First quick strokes as he worked out her structure and the basic background of shading. The scratch of his charcoal was rhythmic and soothing. He saw her eyes close and breathing slow as she dozed. He would have to come back to her eyes later. For now, he worked on smoothing the lines, adding dimension to the strokes. His fingers smudged and smoothed the lines of her body, as gently and softly as if he were caressing her skin. He ran his index finger down the long line that was her leg. As slowly as if he were really stroking her skin. Spreading out the charcoal, he gave depth and the rounded softness of a thigh; down her calf that was bare of the blanket. The tip of his finger smudged gently where the shadow lay on the underside of her breasts, barely touching the paper. Gently teasing the shadow softer and softer. Strokes over her shoulders. Shoulders he wanted to run his hands over. A flick of more charcoal where her collarbone created the loveliest shadow. Soft strokes of her arms. He drew and sketched like he was touching her. Her body was so beautiful and sleek. Soft and feminine. There wasn't a part of her that wasn't incredible warm woman. She was his epitome of what a woman should be. And so delicate. God, just thinking about her body closing around his. His fingers trembled and he had to set his charcoal down lest he mar the drawing. He breathed deeply through his nose, calming his body. Her luscious form made him want to tumble her back into the sofa and touch her body everywhere. He wanted her again so much. He rested his head against the back of the chair, calming his body until he could continue on with the drawing. Finally picking up his charcoal and working on the platform, he placed her body. Stroking out the folds of the fabric he added a look that made her seem like she was some offering to a pagan god, until her form and skin was as close to as perfect as her velvety body. There was no way he could possibly capture the exact petal softness of her skin, but he got it as close as he could. When he was satisfied with the results of the drawing, he called her name softly. "Lucy. Wake up, my dear." Her eyes fluttered open and he quickly sketched her slightly surprised, just awake gaze. He worked quickly, filling in the detail before her face changed. With a few last strokes of his pencil, and a smudging here and there, he moved on the colored pencils. He wasn't proficient with them yet, however, he wanted some color. He was playing with fire as it could end up looking like a child's coloring book, but he took a chance. First he filled in her eyes, using ultramarine for the depths, fanning out the color with turquoise. He added in a few touches of canary yellow for the golden highlights. A light stroke of coral on her lips and cheeks before he moved down and added the color more intensely to her nipples, changing them from lovely to mouth-watering. The hardest part was going to be her skin. Attempting to capture the translucent alabaster color was next to impossible, so all he did was use a soft blush color in the highlight areas. A couple strokes of copper for her hair, some slashes of crimson red for the blanket and he was done. He slashed his initials in the bottom corner, mostly from habit, and laid down his pencils. "Can I see it?" she murmured, her voice husky with sleep. "Of course. Thank you for posing." He carried the tablet over and she made room for him next to her. "I think that was one of the easiest modeling session I've ever done. I've got to get Professor Sharp to let me do that sometime. How long was I out for?" "About forty-five minutes, give or take. You should pose like that more often, though I might take issue if you did it for the class." He handed her the drawing. She looked at it for a long time, not saying anything. He grew worried when she sighed. "Oh, Hugh. This is amazing," she breathed. He let out a gasp of air not realizing he had been holding his breath. "For a moment there I was worried." Her laugh tinkled. "You shouldn't be. Wow. This is. . . Wow!" She sighed again and handed the drawing back. "I'm impressed and deeply honored. Flattered too." She reached up and cupped his jaw, pulling him towards her. He readily responded, capturing her lips with his. Tossing the tablet in the direction of the coffee table, he pulled her into his arms. "Hugh! The drawing!" She protested as she pulled back slightly. "Forget about it. I've got you so hush and kiss me," he ordered softly, pulling her mouth back down to his. She kissed him eagerly, letting her body mold to his. His hands stroked her skin like he had stroked and smoothed the paper and charcoal of the drawing. Long, smooth, gliding strokes that left her panting into his neck. His hands ran from her shoulders down the smooth glide of her back, to her hips and down her bottom, only to slide back up again. He felt her rub her face in his neck, as she clutched at his shoulders. Snaking a hand up her back, he gripped her hair and pulled her back to capture her mouth. He kissed her deeply, distracting her as he raised her up with his other hand. She was incredibly wet when he pulled her back down onto his waiting cock. Drawing her had been a torture, as he had been half aroused, or fully aroused part of the time, but her warm, silky depths were like coming home. He moved slowly in her, drawing out each stroke like a soft brush as he thrust deeper. She was warm and wet like a satin glove, and her breath was the sweetest caress as she panted into his neck. Pure heaven was the closest he could come to describing what it was like to be in her and holding her. Feeling her fingers fluttering on his skin. She tried to hold herself back. She wanted him, he could feel it, but she was hesitant. She didn't just let herself fall into his touch. She fought a silent war in her mind. He didn't mind. He was glad she didn't just readily fall into him. He wanted to tear down her resistance and make her want him so much she couldn't imagine not being in his arms. He slid his hands to her waist and moved her in a rocking, gliding rise and fall. He ground her clit against him and felt her gasp and shudder. He gave her a strained grin before capturing her mouth. He thrust his tongue in her mouth in tandem with his cock, slowly and deeply. He filled her as far as he could, pushing her, and when she shattered in his arms, a flash of satisfaction heated his skin before he let himself tip over the edge, shooting deep into her willing body. His fingers stroked slowly up and down her spine as he whispered how much he loved her body. He told her how much she amazed him. How she fit him perfectly. How he had waited for someone like her. He could feel when his words touched her. Her soft moans would vibrate up her back and he relished her subtle responses, wanting to shower her with adulation. **** Eventually they made it to his bed. He had her tucked into his side and sound asleep as he watched her. He wanted her so much again. It shocked him in some ways that someone so young and beautiful was in his bed and wanted him as much as he wanted her. He stroked her skin gently, marveling at the delicate silkiness. She murmured in her sleep and moved closer. His arm closed over her waist, sliding up to cup her breast as he burrowed his face in her hair spilling over his pillow. His legs tangled with hers and the last thought of his before he drifted off was how amazing she was. The Architect Becomes Her Ch. 06 I want to apologize for not submitting this ages ago when I first got the edits from the very talented MrWhiteTiger, but life got a bit crazy. I happen to have two more chapters coming up soon, though after that, I shall have to find a new editor. I loved working with MrWhiteTiger, but we have since parted ways, much to my disappointment. He was a marvelous editor, friend, and inspiring person. I'm not sure who will ever be able to compete. So enjoy. ~MJ Lucy stirred, but didn't open her eyes. Bed felt too wonderful to survey her surroundings just yet. So instead she stretched. Arms straight up, back arched, toes pointed. She waited for that orgasmic feeling, but instead. Ow! The sore feeling in her shoulders radiated down her body. Especially between her legs. She winced and shifted, trying not to move too much. It wasn't exactly a painful feeling, but it was similar to when she had overdone her Pilates classes. "Are you okay?" Hugh's voice, gravely with sleep, washed over her and she turned towards his warm chest. Her eyes fluttered open and she was captured by his concerned, blue eyes. "Good morning," she whispered and reached out to brush her thumb in the creases at the corner of his left eye. Her palm cupped his cheek and he pressed into her hand. "Good morning yourself," he replied. He turned his head and his mouth brushed her hand. A shiver of sensation traveled up her arm and she hummed in pleasure. "Are you okay?" he repeated the question. "I'm fine. Just a little sore." She stared into his eyes, mesmerized for a moment. "God your eyes are so blue," she finally gushed. She hadn't noticed how brilliant they were until that moment when the light from outside shone in through the window and made the color explode. He chuckled as he slid his warm hand up her arm to twist in her tousled hair. "And your lips are incredibly luscious." He pulled her close and kissed her, opening his mouth over hers. He moved over her and she sank back into the pillows, in heaven. It was one thing waking up next to an incredibly handsome man. It was a whole other thing to be kissed like she was now. Hugh's mouth moved over hers like wet velvet. Dragging and sipping one moment, deep and drugging the next. His warm palm cupped her cheek as he consumed her. Lucy opened her mouth wider, as if to suck in his very soul. He kissed her more deeply, sinking his tongue in her mouth before pulling back and sliding his lips across her cheek to the spot just below her left ear. He kissed softly, then laved the spot. Lucy arched up into him, murmuring her approval. She purred and sighed as he kissed and sucked on her neck. She loved having her neck lavished with attention and for once, she didn't have to direct her lover to that spot. Hugh just seemed to know. He lavished attention in all the spots she loved, waiting for a response. If he didn't get the exact tone or movement from her that showed she liked it, he moved on. But when he found a spot she liked, she was at his mercy. She slid her fingers into his short hair and tugged him back up to her mouth. He chuckled as he settled over her, and she held him close, wrapping her body in his warmth. She slid her leg up his, rubbing her foot along the back of his calf, then arched up into his body and murmured in pleasure as his mouth devoured hers, tongue sliding in to consume and light a fire up her back. As his hands stroked her skin and pulled her closer she moaned and pulled back. "You are insatiable," she said as she bit his lower lip then licked it. She smiled at his groan of pleasure. "It's been a while, so yeah, I sort of am." It was her turn to groan as he flipped her onto her stomach and pressed his body into hers. She felt his warm chest press her back as he slowly rubbed his hardening cock into the cleft of her bottom. He pushed the tangled curls from her back and pressed kisses along her shoulders, grinding into her slowly. His hands gripped her wrists and he pushed her arms up over her head. "Hold the headboardand don't let go," his gravely order tickled her spine. "Hugh? What are you doing?" she moaned. She arched her hips up into his and reveled in the weight of him holding her down. "Having you again," he stated matter-of-factly and Lucy laughed. She turned her head to watch him grab a couple of pillows, only to feel him lift her hips and wedge them under her, till her ass was raised. She began to raise herself up, letting go of the headboard, only to have him grab her arms again. "Oh, no you don't," he growled. He tugged her back down, and nibbled her shoulder. "Be a good girl, and stay there." "Demanding man," she teased. "Very," Hugh agreed. She shivered as his mouth went back to work on her exposed skin. Kissing down her back, right down the middle of her spine, making her shiver as she grew more and more aroused. He seemed to know exactly when she was getting frustrated with his teasing kisses and licks. She felt his warm palm glide down her back, over her raised ass and she almost jumped when his fingers slid along the lips of her slick pussy. "Easy," he whispered. "Spread your legs." She obeyed, eagerly, and he rose up over her to settle between her legs. His mouth rested against the shell of her ear and she closed her eyes in ecstasy. She felt his hand on her hip, gripping and sliding under her. She raised her thighs to meet him as his fingers found her pussy again, brushing and then lightly flicking her clit. Lucy couldn't stop the sound she let out as he nibbled her ear and stroked her with his fingers. She panted and shifted against him. Despite the soreness she had felt earlier, she wanted him desperately now. She lifted her shoulders up into his chest and rubbed back and forth. There was something so primal about him holding her down, and encompassing her with his body. His warmth radiated through her and it made her so frantic. "Please, Hugh," she begged. She gripped the rails of the headboard and threw her head back into his shoulder. "Mmm, that's it," he replied and she tilted her hips to encourage him even more. He chuckled in her ear, but gave in to her, shifting until he could sink into her tight sheath. She let out a gasp as he slid in slowly, deeply, until he bottomed out. Her shoulders gave out and she slumped to the bed with a low cry. He filled her so fully, and deeply, she felt as if she had become a part of him. His hands spread out on her arms and he held her close, not moving, but just filling her. "God, you're so tight and hot," he murmured in her ear. His nose brushed and nuzzled her cheek and she couldn't resist brushing her skin against him. "Is this okay? Am I too heavy?" He kissed her cheek and began to move slowly. "No," she moaned and shivered. "More. Oh, Hugh, more," she wailed softly. It was almost too much. He moved gently, in shallow thrusts that were driving her insane. She wanted to feel him slide out and then dive into her. Feel that flutter in her belly as he sank in all the way. He continued to tease her with unfulfilling thrusts, his mouth hot on her ear. She was about ready to scream in frustration, low cries already escaping her lips at regular intervals, when he lifted away from her just slightly and gave her the deep thrust she had been craving. The air whooshed out of her lungs and on the next plunging thrust, she cried out in satisfaction. The feeling of him filling her from behind was very different from the night before when she had held some of the control. Now Hugh was the driver, filling her to the hilt, and retreating only to fill her just as deeply again. She gripped the headboard until her knuckles turned white, and buried her head in the soft pillows. The bed shook with the power of his thrusting, the vibrations adding to the already intense feelings filling her. She wasn't sure how long she would last at this rate and she shifted her head until her lips rested against his forearm. She kissed the skin, then lightly bit into his flesh. Hugh surged against her in surprise then laughed. "Oh you naughty girl," he panted. His hand slid back down her body to slip between her legs again. He cupped her for a moment, then worked his two fingers against her clit, sliding into her natural moisture. She shuddered as the intense spiral of pleasure coursed up her back. In moments she would be gone. For a brief moment she almost reached to stop Hugh, just so she could savor the feeling of him surrounding her; filling her, but then his fingers pressed and twisted as he thrust deeply. She cried out, a long drawn out whimper of exquisite pleasure as his cock surged in deeply. She heard, more than felt his fulfillment as he came inside of her, his groan vibrating through her back. She felt him press his face into her neck, and he breathed heavily. Aftershocks surged through her, and she rotated her hips as much as his weight would allow, squeezing his softening shaft with her inner muscles. A feeling of complete and utter satisfaction through her body. She let herself sink further into the mattress and pillows, breathing deeply. Hugh shifted off of her, and she grumbled her displeasure. "I'm too heavy, little girl," he murmured as he pulled her back into his curved body. "No you aren't," Lucy purred. She turned into his chest and buried her face in the rough hair. He smelled of male and sex and she couldn't help taking a deep breath. She tilted her head back and smiled as he brushed her sweat dampened curls out of her face. "God, you are gorgeous," he said. His thumb stroked her cheek and her lashes fluttered as he stroked, enjoying his caress. She reached up and pulled him down to her mouth. His kiss was gentle and soft, simply tasting her, and she happily surrendered to his touch. "I like waking up this way," she admitted when his mouth lifted for a moment. He chuckled as he kissed her again, long and breathtakingly deep, agreeing with her silently. The Architect Becomes Her Ch. 07 As always, a thank you to MrWhiteTiger for his brilliant editing. At some point I would like to do something similar to this from Hugh's point of view. I liked having a little glimpse into the day to day playful sexual side of these two. And this is what came of it. The mornings she was with him were lovely, but they were an experiment in patience. As Hugh didn't need to be at an office or any other place of business, he didn't feel the need to get up at an early hour, whereas she had to be at her desk at the disgusting hour of eight 'o'clock. Hugh was forever tugging her back into bed whenever she would rise. He tempted her with slow kisses and wicked fingers. Trapping her hands above her head, he would pay lavish attention to her breasts, distracting her until she would gasp and struggle to dart out of bed in a panic as she rushed to get dressed in time. He would laugh, then lay back in the pillows to watch her dress. Watch her conceal her luscious body in very prim and proper clothing. She would catch his eye and her fingers would slow until she was teasing him as she lingeringly did up the buttons on her shirt. She would move even more while propping a foot on the bed and sliding her stockings on, taunting him and gliding her fingers up with the silky material, until she attached the top to her lacy garters. Lucy would bite her lips seductively and give him a knowing look. If he made any move towards her she would scamper out of his reach, and finish dressing rapidly. The fun was seeing him lose his cool; watching his eyes darken with lust. Sometimes it was so easy. The hardest part was leaving him, knowing she was fully aroused. Oh, had he only known, he'd have captured and his fingers would have found out how wet she was. Her only consolation was that he would make her pay for teasing him. And the way he made her pay more than made up for spending a morning with damp panties and an urge to touch herself. There had been too many years where the only source of satisfaction had been her fingers. Having someone who plotted out the hills and valleys of her body like a surveyor and seemed to know what she liked better than herself, kept her from seeking release until she was in Hugh's arms. And, Oh! Could Hugh make her feel. He had a way about him that was quiet and determined. He would start out slowly, relaxing her body and mind with soft kisses, gradually and easily like a very good whiskey. They would warm her up, and melt any resistance, not that she had much, before the heat and burn would spike her blood. He would strip her slowly, kissing and tasting her skin like she was some favorite treat. Then the air would sizzle as his fingers would brush and tease. Tweaking her nipples to hard peaks before soothing them with the palms of his warm hands, before doing it all over again until she was writhing and moaning in his arms. He was wicked. Lucy would beg and plead, plucking at his clothing with her frantic fingers, but he would just chuckle and pin her arms behind her back. One time, he had snatched up the silk scarf she had worn, and bound her hands above her head. He had ordered her to keep them there or he wouldn't continue. She'd glared daggers at him. Glared, that is, until his mouth went to work on her naked skin. He had tormented and whipped her to a frenzy and he was still fully clothed. There she was, sprawled out on his sofa, her legs spread by his shoulders as he licked and sucked her pussy, the only skin visible were his forearms, where he'd pushed up his sleeves. It was scandalous! It was wicked. It was erotic as hell. Lucy had never felt more delectable than at that moment. And when he'd finally taken her, he still had on all his clothes. Her legs had wrapped around him and slid against the soft material of his slacks. His shirt had abraded the plump softness of her breasts and teased her nipples to taut peaks. Lucy had writhed against Hugh and he had laughed in a very strained tone. He had murmured in her ear when she had fought against the scarf holding her wrists and his hands holding her arms up. Sweet words told her how gorgeous she was to him. How he wanted to stay inside the silky heat of her body. He whispered how tight she was squeezing him as he thrust in long deep strokes that felt like he was pushing clear up to her throat. She had tried to speak. Tried to tell him to hurry, but the words caught and all she could do was let out an incoherent cry. She had buried her face in his neck, rubbing against the collar of his shirt. When he had finally let her come, she sank her teeth into the resilient flesh of his neck and reveled in his grunt and ever increasing pace. His release had sent her over the edge a second time and she had arched into his pressing weight. He had given her a satisfied kiss before finally releasing her bonds to hold her close to his fully clothed body. In moments like that, Lucy wondered how she had gone so long without someone in her life. She was addicted to Hugh and felt like she could never get enough of him. For once in her life, she felt like she belonged. The Architect Becomes Her Ch. 08 I want to thank MrWhiteTiger for loving this, editing this, and making it so sexy. I highly recommend you all listen to 'The Gentle Rain (RJD2 remix)" by Astrud Gilberto. It takes it to a whole new level. Trust me. MrWhiteTiger thought so, and I trust his opinion implicitly. I cannot play the song without thinking of this. After this chapter I need to really get to work on writing more, so enjoy this until then. ~MJ "What do you mean remixes are trash?" Lucy huffed. Hugh was insulting her recent choices of music, not that he was listening to them. No, she had loaded them onto her iPod player. "I mean, why couldn't they leave the song well enough alone? That Lena Horn song was perfectly fine without the rap music." Hugh's disgusted tone made her smile. Lucy laughed. "God, you are so old," she teased. "Okay mister. You have Astrud Gilberto's 'The Gentle Rain', right?" He nodded at her. "Remixes are good for something. You have a cord I can connect this to your speakers?" She held up her iPod. "Behind the stereo is a jack and cord." She looked behind and connected her player, turning it on at the same time. She selected the song she wanted, glad Hugh knew the original. As she clicked play, she turned up the volume so she could get a nice loud beat. He didn't enjoy loud music, unless he was playing either CCR or the Beatles, but she wanted to make a point. She had a feeling Hugh might change his mind about her music after this. The first strains came on and she turned slowly, pulling the combs from her hair. She ran her hands through her hair, then swayed her hips as the bold piano rocked the room. She didn't look at Hugh as she swayed and undulated her hips. She didn't care how he was watching; for the moment she concentrated only on the rhythm. She needed to feel the music in her body. The pumping, throbbing song was her only focus as she closed her eyes partway. She swayed as she stalked towards Hugh where he was on the sofa. Her body throbbed as she glanced at his face. His jaw was slack and he watched her with a piercing intensity. She grinned and slowly popped the buttons on her shirt to the punctuation of the words the husky-voiced singer was dripping out. She slowly pulled the shirttails from her slacks and when loose, shrugged out of the shirt. She was glad she'd worn one of her demi-cup bras. The lace lovingly cupped her mounds, cut so low a teasing hint of nipple could be seen through the ivory lace. She heard Hugh groan softly and her lips twisted in pleasure. She toed off her heels and padded towards him as she loosened her slacks. She worked the fabric down over her hips, then turned suddenly to push them all the way off, facing away from Hugh. She bent at the waist, her bottom thrust high as she pushed the fabric from her feet. "Lucy," he groaned and she looked back up over her shoulder. She blew him a kiss, then slowly stood. She ran her hands over the naked skin of her waist, turning and gliding her hands up to cup her breasts. She pinched her nipples through the lace with her thumbs and forefingers. A tingle ran down her spine and she pinched again, rocking her hips. Undressing and dancing for Hugh had turned her on and aroused her. A burning desire to glide her hands down her body to feel how wet she was played with the fringes of her mind, but she resisted. Instead she stepped into Hugh's spread legs, kneeling to straddle him. His hands reached out to grip her waist, but she firmly pulled them from her skin and spread them back out across the back of the sofa. "Don't touch," she warned. When he started to protest, she gave him a 'hands off' look. He shut up, but she saw how hard it was to do as she ordered. He wasn't going to last much longer. Lucy started to rock and swirl her hips to the music, trying her hand at a lap dance. She sank lower and just barely brushed her damp panties over his straining pants. She wanted to grind herself against him, releasing some of the pressure that was building. She gave in to herself and rocked her hips against him. Pleasure exploded up her body and she couldn't contain the soft moan that escaped her lips. Hugh hissed in a breath and thrust his hips up to meet hers. She shivered as the pressure zeroed in on her button. Shaking fingers reached back to unhook her bra and she flung it off her body. The lace landed on the coffee table with a soft splat, but she could care less. Her hands fluttered on his shoulders as she shifted closer. She leaned in, answering his mocking grin with one of her own, and pressed her open mouth to his. She sipped at his mouth, her lips clinging, rubbing. She pulled back and arched a brow at him. "Now can I touch you?" "Please," she groaned, slightly begging. Immediately his hands went to her hips and he pulled her down, rocking her body against his. "Keep rocking and don't stop," he whispered in her ear, sending a shiver through her body. As she rocked and undulated on him, his hands reached up to cup her breasts. His thumbs massaged circles into her skin, occasionally brushing over her apricot nipples. She arched into his palms and he gave her what she wanted, pinching and twisting her to hard peaks. She let out a soft cry and let her head fall back. She was no longer in control as he worked her body into a tighter knot of pleasure. His hands left her breasts and slid into the lace of her ivory boy shorts. He pushed them down off her body, his hands sliding over her rounded ass and gripping as he ground her more firmly. She panted and sighed as his mouth closed over one of her nipples. His mouth sucked and pulled, his tongue flicking. Her fingers held his head to her breast as she rocked harder on his body. In mere moments she shattered with a cry and slumped against him, jerking as the waves of pleasure rolled through. He tucked her close and simply held her as she slowly came down. When she stopped shivering and panting into his shirt, he quickly shed his clothes, tossing them every which way. He grabbed her lace panties and pulled them the rest of the way off her legs. His cock bobbed as he knelt between her legs. He kissed her slowly, lingeringly as one of his hands reached between her thighs. His fingers brushed and slid on her slick core. "God, you're so wet," he murmured against her mouth. He thrust two fingers easily into her sheath and she arched up. He slowly pulled out with a wet, slurping sound, only to return with three fingers. She met his thrusting fingers with her hips, but lost the motion when he rotated his thumb over her clit. She grabbed a hold of his shoulders, her nails biting into his skin. "Please, Hugh," she begged. "Please what?" "Please," she arched into him again, unable to say the words out loud. "Please, what?" he prompted again, this time stilling his fingers. She looked up at him helplessly and saw he wasn't going to give her what she wanted unless she said the words. "Please," she paused then leaned up to whisper in his ear. "Please fuck me." She pulled away, feeling the intense heat suffusing her cheeks. In one smooth movement he kissed her, pulled his fingers from her body and sank his cock into her waiting cunt. They both let out a groan as their bodies fused fully. Lucy pressed her bent legs into his smooth flanks and wrapped her arms around his back. She thought he would seek his pleasure right away, but he stilled, bracketing his arms on either side of her head. He kissed her gently, softly, his thumbs stroking her cheeks. He kissed her eyes, her cheeks, her temples. He dragged his lips along her jaw and she murmured her approval. His mouth moved to her throat as he began to slowly move, his hips giving her shallow thrusts. "You are so beautiful," he whispered in her ear as the shallow thrusts became harder and deeper. "I love how creamy-soft you are. I love sinking into you and feeling you squeezing me tight." He slid out of her slowly until the head of his cock rested just inside her entrance. In one fluid motion he thrust in firmly to the hilt, grunting as he bottomed out. She let out a cry of pure satisfaction that turned into a sobbing whimper as he began to pound her body. It felt so good being so filled. Surrounded by his scent and warmth, the full feeling extended to more than just how his cock filled her. It was metaphysical. Everything about being in his arms filled her. It defied logic, but she didn't care. His body pumped into hers, pistoning for moments before he slowed the rhythm to long, deep strokes that felt like they were going to shove up and out her throat. She begged him for release with her eyes. He ignored her as he sped up for a moment before slowing again. Suddenly she realized what he was doing. Oh, he was good. Where she had used her music for dancing, Hugh was using it for his form of dancing. His body filled hers in timing to the beat of the new song playing. A song where the rhythm kept changing. Similar to the first one she had played, but so much more wicked now that he was fucking her. The song changed again. A deep bass that was sultry hot. Hugh's hips undulated and rotated, his groin grinding into her engorged clit. He leaned down and bit one of her nipples lightly. She arched into his mouth, her pussy clenching him. She felt his groan vibrate through her breast and she clenched again. God, she was so close. Hugh must have read her mind because the next thing she knew, his fingers pressed on her clit, thrumming and pressing. His thrusts became more centralized and in moments she was flying. A sob escaped her and she moaned his name over and over. She felt him follow her, his lips close to her ear as he groaned, his body emptying and filling her with a warmth that felt so right. He jerked against her; one, two, three times, before sinking down over her. Her fingers gently stroked up his back in long even strokes. She kissed his forehead and temples. Rubbed her nose in his hair behind his ear. Finally he shifted his weight off her, even though she wished he would stay, and cuddled her close. "You win," he murmured. "I like your remixes." "Told you," she sighed. She felt very smug. "However, no young man could have lasted as long as I just did, so don't complain about me being old." Lucy just laughed and kissed him.