3 comments/ 14850 views/ 4 favorites Restless Spirit By: LilithHalen Idly slipping through the aisles akin to a restless spirit on the haunt, she casually greeted the customers surrounding her, taking the time to listen to their queries or assist in any way possible. Each customer came with their own unique appearance, persona and aura which was what she enjoyed most about her job in the quaint book store. Young, old, jolly, mysterious; they came in through the front entrance in undersized waves, each seeking something new and exciting. Breathing in the sheer humanity of the small crowd around thrilled her to the core for some inexplicable reason. Off in her own little world as she systematically straightened and shuffled the books on the shelves in front of her, she had failed to notice the people around her had dwindled down to just one. The man in question stood staring at her with the most curious of expressions formed on his sharply angular face, a look of sheer excitement dancing in his cool grey eyes. Clearing his throat to get her attention, he ran a hand through the tuft of cropped brown hair, completing his appearance. "Oh!" she chirped, turning to face the man, "What can I..." Something about the man's appearance seemed to have flicked a switch in her brain making her incapable of speech. He simply smiled and answered the question she was about to ask in a voice so rich and deep that she imagined she could almost feel it engulfing her. "I was looking for your books on karma sutra," he told her calmly as if it was the most obvious and ordinary thing to ask for in a book store. She felt the redness building in her cheeks as she began to process what he had said. The victorious smirk on his full lips divulged his thoughts; Bingo. "T-this way," she stammered cheerfully, mentally berating herself as she did so. As soon as she had helpfully made a somewhat convincing gesture at the shelf, she departed hastily, absently brushing her fingertips across her cheeks to check the status of her fledgling blush. It had bypassed its normal gradual build up and sped full throttle into a bright, glowing burn. Forcing herself to redirect her thoughts back to her task, she moved back into her repetitive motions with relief. A few shelves later and she found her fingertips sliding across the spines of the trashy romance novels they kept in stock. Out of sheer curiosity she plucked one from the shelf and had to stifle a throaty laugh at the title; "What the Duke Desires". Laughter still bubbling on her lips, she flipped the book over and began to read the brief synopsis, her amusement growing by the minute. Without warning, a hand flew over her shoulder, resting casually on the shelf above. She tried to move backwards but found herself trapped, another person pressing into her back. Attempting to wriggle around to see who had ensnared her was pointless and she decided to wait, hoping whoever it was had done so by mistake and would move immediately. Her assumptions were dead wrong and the person merely moved closer, his body now intimately adjacent to her own; she could tell it was a man from the raging hard on that was pressing into her ass. The man's free hand reached down and pulled the book from her grasp. She felt a pair of lips brush against her left earlobe and her heart began to pound. "Is this what turns you on?" came the same deep, rich voice from earlier. His tongue passed briefly around the outside of her ear and she tried to suppress a shudder of pleasure. "I don't..." she began shakily, gripping the shelf in front of her. "What time do you finish?" he asked smoothly, his breath hot on the back of her neck. "No," she murmured just audibly, squeezing her eyes shut. Pulling her hand up towards him, he grazed a kiss over the flat surface of her wrist. In a split second he went from holding it gently to tightening his grip to the point where it was almost painful. "What time darling?" he pressed, somewhat aggressively. "Six. I finish at six," she breathed, lust flushing sense from her brain. "I'll be waiting" he replied breathlessly, dropping her wrist from his grip and disappearing as fast as he had appeared. Standing speechless, motionless at the other end of the aisle he witnessed the mysterious man grope his colleague whilst she was stuck, unable to escape his grasp. He could feel the involuntary grinding of his teeth and was about to step forward to say something when the man vanished. Immediate guilt swept over him as he watched her attempt to compose herself before continuing her tidying. As she moved to stand up, their eyes met and she looked away, a fully fledged blush on her cheeks, her neck and chest flushed. More confident now, he took as step towards her. "Are you okay, Megan?" he probed gently, thinking it better not to reach out a hand as a comforting gesture. "Fine, thanks Nick," she offered calmly, a strangely serene smile on her face. He eyed her off cautiously for a few seconds more before turning and leaving the aisle, thoroughly confused. As the minutes ticked by on the front computer, Megan felt anticipation begin to form in a small knot in her stomach. Five minutes to go and she was scolding herself, deliberately wrenching her thoughts from the poisonously seductive stranger and pressing all her effort into cleaning the glass cabinet. Four minutes to go and she simply could not contain her wandering mind, relenting to the erotic images pulsing through her brain, flickering intermittently like a strobe light. Three minutes to go and she had to stop her hands from unconsciously wandering towards the waistband of her pants, swearing mentally each time she felt her fingertips against the bare skin of her abdomen. At six o'clock, after having logged off and collected her bag from the cupboard in record time, she took the short, jittery journey to the front of the store, her eyes casually scanning the crowd. He stood waiting, his steely grey eyes locked onto his target; her. Breathing unusually heavily, she walked towards where he stood, nerves intermingling with the anticipation. "This way," he instructed, taking her hand and leading her through the dwindling crowds. She had no time to assess the rational reasoning behind her complete willingness to follow a total stranger. Nick watched anxiously as she left with the man who had groped her earlier, worry twisting knots in his stomach. Marching out to the back room, he took out his phone and quickly, sneakily added her mobile phone number into his address book, reasoning that he would get in contact with her after his shift had finished. He drew intensely negative vibes from the man she had freely left with. "Where are we going?" she probed, almost breathlessly, following the twists and turns as she was lead through the car park. "Your car," the stranger answered, tossing a dazzlingly dangerous smile back in her direction. "M-my car?" she squeaked, her grip on his hand tightening impulsively. "I'll give you directions to my place. I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to," he assured, using a tone which would have made her do anything regardless of how she felt about the matter, "Your car will be waiting if, for some reason, you wish to leave." A pang of longing rendered her momentarily motionless and she could feel her arousal slowly building, caused by nothing but the tone of his voice. What are you doing?!, her logical side attempted to reason, but she would have none of it. A new, unexplored emotion was building slowly in the pit of her stomach and it voided all logical thought. The entire car journey was made with his right hand resting gently on her left thigh, the occasional movements he made with his fingertips almost enough to cause a car crash multiple times. "What's going to..." she began, licking her lips which had suddenly become parched in the last twenty seconds. "Happen? Well, I didn't buy that book for nothing," he told her, his voice a seductive purr. God help me, she thought bemusedly, clenching her thighs together. Nick shook the phone in frustration as his text message went unanswered, chewing on his bottom lip agitatedly. Every time he had glanced at the digital clock in the corner of the computer screen the numbers seemed to tick by slower. He silently hoped Megan was okay. "Here," he instructed in a voice that almost mimicked a husky whisper. Her thighs still held tightly together, she pulled over where he had indicated, drinking in the sight of the fairly modest two story house waiting patiently for her. He took the lead once more, exiting the car as she turned off the engine. Watching him stand impatiently beside the passenger door she assumed he meant for her to get out too and shakily, she did so. The front door loomed in front of them, somehow threatening in its sheer normality. He held the door open for her in a manner that, despite its rather gentlemanly appearance, seemed to be slightly skewed by the hungry look dancing in his eyes. "Sit," he said, gesturing to the comfortable looking beige couch that lay at the foot of a small flight of stairs. He disappeared up the same staircase as she gently lowered herself to the couch, breathing abnormally. She knew he hadn't locked the door, had made no moves to prevent her leaving; why was it she still felt herself a captive? "Drink?" he asked from the small kitchen on the slightly higher platform above her. "No thank you, I don't- drink, that is," she stammered, fiddling with a loose fibre in the arm of the chair. "That's too bad," he continued in a low voice, his breath against her ear as he handed her a small glass of an amber liquid. "I don't..." she began again, but the few seconds she had spent ensnared in his gaze made her feel powerlessly reckless. She downed the liquid nervously in one gulp. An odd burning sensation accompanied it down her throat and she pulled a face. Suddenly the glass was being pried from her grip. "Slow down, darling, I want you pliable, not senseless," he chuckled warmly, his fingertips brushing her arm. Despite the warmth in his voice she could still feel the strange icy grip of his stare. Letting out a breath she was unaware of having held in, she met his eyes without flinching. Unprepared for this he allowed a moment of wavering shock to pass before his features settled in to a charming grin. "What is it you want from me? I'm more than willing to give it," she told him in one breath, wondering vaguely where the sudden courage to voice her dreaded thoughts out loud came from. "All in good time," he replied heartily, "but for now I have... a gift of sorts." She blinked at him, shuffling backward in her seat slightly as his gaze lay unwavering on her face rather than her body. It was unnerving; this wasn't supposed to be what he wanted. Her identity was not meant to factor in to this encounter, only the raw lust coursing illogically through her veins and quite obviously through his. At least, that was her assumption. From behind the opposite end of the couch he pulled a small box, handing it too her with a wicked smile dancing across his lips. She took it hesitantly, her fingertips brushing the dark ribbon that held the lid on. Glancing up at him in confusion, she slowly pulled at the ribbon, letting it fall loosely around the box. Prying the lid off, she was met with something she didn't quite expect; or, rather, had never entertained at all. Pulling the first item from the top of the box she immediately guessed what her 'gift' was and almost scoffed. It was not a gift for her, as she had assumed, but a gift for him. The black silk apron trimmed with white lace was an obvious salute to older maid uniforms was accompanied by a thin, almost irrelevant black g-string she dreaded having to wear. To top it off, a pair of sheer, black, thigh high stockings were folded neatly into a corner obviously meant as adornment for the shiny black stiletto heels shining poisonously in the bright lights. "What is this?" she whispered, breathing in slowly. She felt like an idiot; it was quite obvious what it was and what it was meant for. "I was hoping you'd wear it for me," he informed her, his left hand tracing small circles on her thighs, slowly snaking upwards. He'd almost reached his target when she jerked backwards, pulling the box and its contents into her lap. "Where's the bathroom?" she asked confidently, matching his even stare. For a moment he looked as if he would insist she changed in front of him but to her relief he pointed to a door diagonal to them at the top of the staircase. His eyes traced her every movement as she slowly walked across the soft carpet. As soon as she reached the bathroom she pushed the door shut behind her, breathing heavily. Without being aware of what she was doing she began to wriggle out of her work shoes, piling them with her socks in the corner. The box was placed down on the sink as she pulled her tight work pants down her slender legs, revealing lacy navy blue underwear that clung to her ass cheeks, showing off their perfect curve. Her shirt was quick to accompany the rest of her uniform as she tugged it off over her head impatiently. The matching bra made an appearance, bedecked with a strip of white lace around the top. It supported her fairly generous breasts, accentuating their full swell. Sensing somehow her new outfit was meant to be worn without a bra, she adeptly reached behind and undid the clasp, allowing it to fall to the floor. Her pink nipples stiffened, having been immediately affected by the cool night air around her. Swiftly, she exchanged her underwear and tied the apron around her neck and waist. On impulse she pulled her tightly wound brown hair from its uniform bun and let it flow gently down and around her shoulders. Taking care not to put a ladder in the stockings she made quick work of sliding them over her toned legs, slipping her feet into the heels supplied. Although she was not a huge fan of the shoes, they were at least comfortable; he hadn't expected her to teeter around on a heel the size of a toothpick. Examining herself once more in the mirror and chastising her wanton behaviour- for all the good it would do- she made for the door, barely hesitating as she did so. A low whistle resounded around the small living room as she slowly made her way down the stairs so as not to trip. The intense hunger in his eyes almost made her want to move backwards but she knew she would risk her stability if that was to happen. He gestured for her to come closer to him, running a hand down her exposed side when she was within reach. Gently, he reached up to stroke her face, pulling it down to his lips. They met with a frenzied clash of teeth as he pulled her on top of him, falling back into the lounge. She nibbled gently on his bottom lip, laden with a heavy dizziness as he continued to kiss her with such ferocity she felt he was almost trying to eat her face off. She matched his intensity with her own if only to prevent her face and mouth being mauled. Gradually he eased off, pushing her away from him with one steady hand on her chest. "Fuck," he muttered, eyes glazed over with lust, his fingertips tracing over her hardened nipples through the small apron as he stared longingly into her eyes. Clearing his throat, he sat up and gestured to the two empty glasses on the table. "Get us some more drinks," he instructed, breathing heavily. Biting her tongue, she bent over to pick the glasses up from the coffee table. A low moan echoed from the lounge behind her and she flushed, immediately straightening up as she realised she must have been giving the man an unrestricted view of her ass. After a hurried trip to the kitchen and back, during which time she had already downed her own glass, she placed the full one down in front of him. Unsure of what was required of her next, she stood awkwardly beside him, shivering as his eyes unabashedly traced her body. "There's no need for you to stand," he told her, gesturing at the empty space next to him. Tentatively she joined him, letting a small squeak escape from her lips as he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. "You didn't think I could control myself, did you?" he asked her tauntingly, brushing his lips against the exposed swell of her breasts. His hand snaked up the front of her apron, fingertips running along the top of her underwear. "Ahh," she began, biting down on her lip as she squirmed helplessly in his grasp. An impish smile dancing across his lips as he gave her a questioning look. "More," she barely whispered, hoping he could hear her. By the triumphant look on his face, she guessed he had. Once again their lips met and his right hand ran up the length of her back, pulling her hair away from her neck. Without warning he lowered his kisses, nibbling and sucking his way down her neck. A gasp fell from her lips and she wriggled in pleasure, willing him to continue further. All at once he released his hold on her and stood abruptly, lips a violent shade of red where she had nibbled. "Clean this up," he told her in a husky whisper, gesturing to the empty glasses on the table in front of them, "then meet me in the bedroom." She stared after him helplessly as he strode confidently towards one of the closed doors. As she went to pick up the glasses, she noticed something else sitting on the coffee table. Her bag, phone and car keys lay innocently on the wooden surface, their presence asking taunting questions; Will you leave? Call for help? Swiping her phone up, she checked her messages briefly. She was surprised to find Nick had acquired her number and asked after her in concern but she was in such a hurry to follow her mysterious man to the bedroom that she merely tucked the phone into the top of her stocking as an afterthought. The glasses washed and tucked away neatly, she practically ran to the bedroom. As she entered, she quickly placed the phone on one of the bedside tables. His back was to her as he sat on the other side of the bed but he had obviously heard her as she approached. Turning to her with a wicked grin on his lips, he slid towards the end of the bed, providing a broader access. With the smallest gesture, he indicated she should sit on the floor in front of him. Slowly lowering herself onto the carpet, she stared up at him wide-eyed, wondering what would happen next. "I'd like a shower," he told her simply. Unsure of what he wanted her to do, she glanced uncertainly at the bathroom behind her. "Yes, the shower. I can't very well do that with my clothes on now, can I?" he purred, running one of his hands through her hair, pulling her head dangerously close to his crotch. "N-no," she stammered, blushing furiously. Her trembling hands reached up towards the top button on his crumpled white business shirt. He caught her left hand in his and grasped it lightly, misreading the lust and longing behind her tremble as fear. "You can leave," he told her softly, disappointment in his voice. With a violent energy she didn't know she had she wrenched her wrist from his grasp and steadily unbuttoned his shirt, speeding through each button as if it were merely a fleck of dust she was brushing aside. Her fingertips caressed each patch of his chest that she unveiled as she went, tenderly stroking the bare skin. "Slow down," he chuckled warmly, catching both her hands as they moved towards his belt. He lifted them to his mouth and grazed his lips across her knuckles. Without breaking eye contact he continued down her left wrist, pausing only to speak briefly. "There's no fire." An embarrassed chuckle fell from her lips as she slowly moved her hands back down towards his belt. She took her time removing the belt with a steadier hand than before, drawing out the time it took her to free the strip of leather from its constraints. Decisively skipping past his plain black pants, she wriggled his shoes loose and stripped his socks from his feet. Slowing her pace incredibly, she slid her hands up the inside of his legs, watching the expression on his face as it changed with her increasing height. Aggravatingly, she skipped over his crotch and began to tug at the buttons that held him captive. Restless Spirit "Commando," she remarked with a smirk, tentatively wriggling his penis from its cotton confines. She could see him tense as she ran her fingertips down its shaft but she merely continued with her job of removing his clothing. He watched her with a strained smile as if he could barely contain himself. In the corner of her eye she saw his left hand twitch as he stopped himself from pushing her head down onto his rapidly hardening manhood. Without warning his hands moved and she bit her lip in anticipation, but he simply pulled her up into his lap, their face inches from each other. Megan moaned and wriggled as she felt his penis brush up against the small triangle of silky fabric covering her vagina. This drew a small chuckle from the lips of the man who was smiling mischievously. He ran his hands very slowly down her legs, his fingers tracing patterns against her stocking clad skin. "Wait here for me," he demanded gently, sliding out from under her, leaving her to fall to the spacious bed with a creaking thump. Before she could ask where he was going she was rendered speechless by the sight of him upright and fully naked. If she wasn't already committed to following through, having him standing with his back to her would have been enough to convince her. He wasn't too slim or too muscular but had an irresistibly linear body shape, adorned with what looked to be the softest skin she could have ever imagined. Before she could think to stop herself, she leapt from the bed and wrapped her arms around his waist, raking her hands down his chest as she kissed, licked and gently nibbled on the smooth skin of his neck and shoulders. A low moan passed by her ears and she eagerly proceeded, dropping one of her hands to teasingly stroke his manhood. She felt his hand close around her wrist and she breathed in sharply, assuming he had taken control in order to cease her teasing. "What did I say?" he asked her in an authoritative tone of voice, his thumb stroking across her wrist where her pulse beat wildly. "Wait," she barely whispered, her face tilted up towards his ear. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the goose bumps that rose on his neck as her breath slid across his skin. "I'm disappointed," he told her matter-of-factly, clicking his tongue softly, "I thought you understood the rules of our game." She lowered her eyes to the ground as he stepped out of her unruly embrace and turned to face her. Still, he hadn't missed the flickered glance she cast as he turned, drinking in the sight of him full frontal naked. "Follow me," he said calmly as he continued into the bathroom. He gestured to a small metal stool that sat in the corner of the bathroom facing the bath/shower duo sitting against the far wall of the room. "Sit there." Duly, she did as was instructed, fidgeting uncomfortably as the cool metal came into contact with her ass. A shiver passed through her but she ignored it, her eyes fixed upon the object of her desires. He had gracefully stepped into the bathtub and was busy fiddling with the taps when Megan finally realised what was happening. She groaned inwardly and mentally cursed him, biting her lip as she did so; it was going to be a long five minutes. He began by slowly soaping up his entire body, spending an exaggerated amount of time on the lower half. On her unimpressive throne she wriggled in a vain attempt to stop the wetness from building up. As he ran his hands down his body, washing the soap away, she felt herself pushed to the brink of desperate action but managed to contain herself in the nick of time. She watched with wide eyes, her throat increasingly drier with each second that passed. After what seemed to take hours, he turned the water off and stepped onto the plain white bath mat in front of him. "Fuck," she murmured under her breath, drinking in his naked, dripping body. "Get me a towel," he told her as he watched her out of the corner of his eyes. Her unsteady legs supported her, much to her amazement, as she pulled a fluffy white towel from the rack on the wall. Without being asked to, she stepped forward and began drying him, her fingers kneading into his back and shoulders as she slowly worked down his back. He seemed to be enjoying himself too much to reprimand her, she noted, taking in his half closed eyes as she gently massaged him through the towel. "Enough," he told her in a breathless whisper, his hands falling down over hers as he pulled the towel from her grasp, "Wait for me on the bed." Ten unanswered text messages later and Nick was fending off the nervous worry creeping its way into his stomach. She had left with him and now they were together, he was sure of it. Jealous?, a taunting voice nagged him in the back of his head. "Of course not," he muttered out loud, "I just want to know if she's okay." Eventually he decided he would wait another half hour before taking definitive action and dialling the number. Needing some way to occupy himself, he powered up his computer. The minutes slowly ticked by as she waited with anticipation for his exit from the bathroom. Once or twice she nearly slid her hand into the small g-string she was wearing but thought better of it when she heard movement in the bathroom. After what felt like almost an hour he emerged with his towel draped around his waist, covering the delectable lower half of his body. He motioned for her to stand and as she did so, took her place. "Strip for me," he commanded gently, a soft, warm smile on his face. Returning his smile with a slightly cheekier version, she slowly danced her fingertips across her right shoulder, sliding her fingers behind her neck as she deftly untied the knot she had tied earlier. The apron fell down over her breasts and halted where it was still tied around her waist. Ever so slowly she crept towards the man waiting patiently on the bed and slid into his lap, her bare breasts inches from his face. As her arms snaked behind her to untie the scrap of material covering her stomach she slowly, seductively swayed her hips against his towel-covered crotch. A strangled moan erupted from him as he looked up at her with a hint of surprise in his eyes. "Did you think I wasn't being serious?" she asked huskily, eyes flickering up through her lashes, "When I said I was willing?" He sat in stunned silence, eyes half closed as she continued her seductive dance. "I don't know you, but you seem to know me... quite well. Surely you would know I'd be willing," she continued softly, her lips against his neck as she spoke. A sly grin passed over her lips as a half growl built up in the back of his throat and he moved to grab her wrists as she ran her hands down his chest. "This is not how this game works," he told her authoritatively, his teeth grazing her ear. "But if you know me," she continued disobediently, "then you know that I enjoy playing your part as well." His grip on her wrists tightened and she let out a throaty laugh. He suddenly caught onto her plan and let out his own laugh, watching her with amusement in his eyes. "I see," he murmured, his mouth forming an impish grin, "Teasing and taunting will get you nowhere, young lady." Throwing him an exaggerated pout, she slowly climbed off of his lap and continued carrying out his instructions. Teasingly, she slid a finger into either side of her underwear, dancing them around her hips, back and forward until she seemingly decided she had lost interest and moved towards her high heeled feet. With a smouldering glance in his direction, she wriggled them off and inwardly sighed with relief as her feet hit the carpeted floor, falling flat against the soft surface. Deliberately angling her body so he caught teasing glimpses of both her breasts and ass, she slowly began rolling the soft stockings down her leg. With a seemingly practised flick of her feet they flew across the room and settled in the corner close to the bed. Confidently, she moved towards him and slid back into his lap, desire bursting through her like fireworks. "All of it," he whispered in her ear huskily, his fingertips sliding along the waistband of her underwear as he pulled her against him, fingernails gently raking down her back. She heard a soft moan fall from her lips and instantly felt all of her self control fly out of the window. With a slowly forming smirk, she wrapped her legs around his torso, dragging herself even closer. "What if I don't want to?" she taunted, her eyes glittering mischievously. "Then," he began, wolfish grin on his lips, "I shall have to make you." He stood abruptly, clutching her tightly as he did so. Expertly, he flicked her down onto the bed and crawled atop of her, a raw hunger burning in his eyes. Slowly, tauntingly, he began a trail of kisses down her body, so feather light and brief that each one left her unfulfilled, breathless and craving more. Gritting her teeth, she only just barely stopped herself from begging. The trail ran slowly down her stomach, caressing every bare inch of skin he could find as she wriggled helplessly. He finally found his way to her underwear, placing a line of kisses along the waistband, his senses enveloped by her breath coming in gasps, her jerky movements as each kiss drove her closer to the edge. He gently began to tug at the corner of her underwear with his teeth, a wickedly intoxicating grin on his face. She momentarily stiffened as she felt his teeth scrape lightly across her skin, letting out a soft moan to encourage him further. His work was teasingly slow and precise; the best kind of torture. He looked up at her with a devilish grin as he finally wriggled them down her legs and past her feet, leaning back on his heels with the small scrap of material between his teeth, eyes alight with lust. She'd never imagined that the image in front of her could possibly be so erotic but she had been proven wrong about many things during her encounter with the mysterious man. Her legs seemed instinctively curl around his back and she sat up to meet his body as it began to tilt forward. As their bare chests collided she felt a strange sense of electricity pass between them and spark action within her. A frenzied blur of flesh moved around her as she grasped him tightly, her lips meeting his not enough to quench the blazing desire that had taken control of her mind. No longer hesitant, her fingertips began to explore the toned, fleshy landscape lying above her, tempting and irresistible. Their kisses became more intense, breathless and desperate as each second passed and they only added fuel to the fire. Her bold and daring hands soon found his hard penis and she wasted no time in exploring it too, desperate to know every inch of this unknown man. Flicking her thumb over the throbbing head, she fleetingly wondered what he tasted like; and then smirked against his lips as it crossed her mind she would eventually find out. He moaned louder, locking eyes with her as they slowly pulled apart, breathing raggedly. "This is not just your game to play," she told him softly, her eyes tracing his facial expression as her exploratory caresses continued. He instantly pried himself from her grip, pushing her back onto the bed. God, she loved how he reacted to her taunts; it never failed to drag his dominative attitude back to the surface and she knew he knew that that's what she liked best. With a question of challenge in his eyes, he looked down at her, daring her to defy him. Despite her best intentions she ever so slightly tilted her head to the side, looking up at him through her eyelashes, an expression on her face that may as well have been spoken words; Will you? An indescribably intoxicating smile slid ever so slowly onto his face as he fixed his eyes onto hers, his reply clear; Just you watch me. He wasted no time in raining his signature brief kisses down on her exposed breasts and she bit down on her lip, throwing her head back and revelling in the sensation. She wondered if she dare attempt to speed up the process and move him to where he was most needed, wriggling as she felt the wetness build between her legs. Moving slowly, she reached out for his unoccupied hand that was tracing jittery circles on her stomach, enclosing it in her own. He glanced up at her for merely a second before continuing his soft assault on her nipples, his tongue and teeth providing a perfect contrast in sensation. As slowly as she could she slid his hand down further, tentatively dipping his fingertips into her wetness, a small gasp passing through her lips as he took control back from her and flicked his thumb over her clit. Feeling his index finger sliding into her as he simultaneously took her left nipple in between his teeth, all of the words she had previously wanted to use to communicate her feelings about his ministrations flew from her lips. Instead, she let out a low, long moan seemed to last forever. Suddenly a sharp ringing echoed around her head and she vaguely remembered having putting her phone down next to the bed at some point. Not thinking, she slammed her palm down onto the screens surface, hoping to have rejected the call, and let loose another slightly louder moan accompanied by a small whimper as she felt her orgasm build. I'm doing it, he thought savagely, I'm going to ring her! He patiently listened to the dial tone, his fingers crossed against his thigh. Pick up, pick up, pick up. Finally the phone was answered and he opened his mouth to speak, only to stop immediately. In the background of the call he could hear moaning and his grip on the phone immediately tightened. It built, moans tumbling over each other, increasingly loud and frequent. He listened intently as the moaner give it one final, long, loud attempt before omitting an exhausted sigh. "Fuck," came a breathless whisper from the other end of the line. Nick almost dropped his phone then and there. It was her. A low male voice came through, the words indistinguishable and he clenched his teeth; so she was with him. She moaned again, punctuating it with a wicked chuckle. Despite himself, Nick could feel the sounds beginning to take effect as his arousal slowly began to build. Running his hand idly along the hardening length beneath his shorts, he licked his lips, contemplating the cost of letting the phone call run so he could hear the whole encounter. Fuck it, he thought, when am I ever going to have a chance for live audio porn again?