Amon & Laila

We found ourselves unexpectedly alone at the doorway, the rest of the party having already made their way upstairs. The dim lighting picked out the honey gold in your hair as you turned towards me, pausing with that half-smile. So soft-spoken as you quietly greeted me. I caught my breath and replied in kind, striving to hide the tremor in my voice. Your blue eyes searched mine, suddenly intent. I gazed up into your face, heedless of my expression, seeking answers in your own countenance. Warm and insistent, your sudden grip on my wrist sent a shock straight through me. You pulled me back through the garage without another word. I stumbled after you as we headed silently around the side and into the rarely used backyard.

They'll notice we're gone; I had time to think foolishly, as you tugged me closer, a warm beacon in the sudden chill of the evening. My breath came in hot flashes as I fought to keep calm. You pulled me into your arms and your hands cupped my face, lips closing over mine. The utter sweetness of your kiss made my knees buckle, and I grasped onto your arms without thinking, steadying myself. You chuckled low in your throat, a satisfied, very intimate sound and your hand reached to cup the back of my neck. Your tongue soft and warm as it explored my mouth delicately, you tugged at my lips, sucking the bottom one gently into your mouth and I shuddered under your touch with delight. We broke apart, breathing heavier, your blue eyes steady on mine, smiling, smiling with a maelstrom of emotions I could not begin to define. I can't imagine the expression my face held as you finally pulled our bodies into full contact. We fit together like two puzzle pieces snapped firmly in place, my shoulder under your arm, head tucked under your chin, your arms came around the outside as mine snaked around your waist, I could feel the bulge of your desire against my hip, and I couldn't help it, I whimpered a little, trying to burrow closer.

"Oh where…. Where did you come from?" You whispered softly into my hair, pressing a kiss there as your hands roamed my body freely, squeezing and massaging. I tilted my head back and met your gaze again, searching, searching, the vulnerability cutting me so deep. I leaned in until our noses brushed and made the only reply I could.

"Where have you been?"

You chuckled and tangled both hands in my hair, claimed my mouth again. I shuddered, the intense pleasure I felt at your nearness overtaking me, gasping your name into the kiss. We broke apart, breathing heavily, and there was a new gleam in your eye.

"Let's get out of here. Let's go." you whispered, a sexy grin dimpling your cheeks. Oh God, I thought, I am going to lose it with this man. All I could do was nod in helpless agreement; I laced my fingers in yours and turned towards the gate.

"Wait," you pulled me back just as they began calling my name.

"They'll find us here, we should meet later..." we both said in unison, than stopped, gaped foolishly. I shook my head slowly in amazement and you nodded once, planting another quick kiss on me. I held up my hand and whispered

"Wait, and come out in a safe amount of time… I've got it covered." I raised my voice, drunkenly "I'm peeing!! Hold on a minute!"

Sounds of laughter and jibes floated from the front door, but nobody came back. You grinned in appreciation as I winked and stumbled convincingly back to the front. Oh there would be a later all right.

Almost 15 minutes passed before you reappeared and by then the next round of drinks had been toasted, drunk, and were in the process of being refilled. You'd cleverly stopped at the store to get more mixers; I was proud of myself, I did not meet your gaze too overtly over the rest of the evening, but I burned in every part for your touch on me again.

Hours later, as people drifted off to their own intimate corners, you crossed the short distance and plopped onto the couch next to me, shoulder to shoulder, giving me a look. I met your gaze, smiled coolly and asked if you were having a good time. You grinned and tilted your head imperceptibly towards the door. Dare I go? I shivered all over and I know you felt it too, because your gaze sharpened and I couldn't help the flush that heated my cheeks. Wordlessly, I nodded and tried to keep my face serene.

In the parking lot, I had a silent conversation with myself waiting for you as you walked around the car to unlock the door for me. I could feel the heat of you as you leaned over me, and I could not help pressing a soft kiss just along your jaw line. Your eyes gleamed in the dark as you handed me into the car, a gallant gesture to be sure, and I scooted over to unlock your door for you as you walked back to the driver's side. Your grin of appreciation had a decidedly wicked glint as the engine purred to life.

"I do appreciate manners in a lady." you drawled and we grinned like monkeys as you pulled onto the freeway.

"Where are we going?" I finally asked, it dawning in me that I had no idea where we were heading.

"I have a place, is that ok?" you looked concerned suddenly, as if I wouldn't want to go anywhere with you. I smiled and traced my finger along your eyebrow,

"Yes." I said simply. You smiled down at me and brushed my cheek with the back of your fingers.

"Those eyes will be the end of me." You whispered.

Your place was a spectacular lake house, built with a private dock complete with a boat; an expansive, tastefully appointed hideaway. I gasped like a child, standing in the foyer as you smiled, watching me take it all in and enjoying my enjoyment of it, in all its purity. I turned to you, eyes shining,

"It's so beautiful…" I trailed off; the heat in your eyes stopped me mid-phrase. You crossed the short distance and your mouth came down hard on mine, bruising in its intensity. I gasped under the onslaught, and then moaned as your tongue invaded my mouth, capturing mine and dancing in a frenzy that matched your insistent hands on my hip pulling me close, on the small of my back, cupping, teasing the soft flesh at the base of my spine. I shuddered as a few spasms shook my womb, bolts of electricity shooting out concentrically from my core. Oh Amon. Your hard arousal was insistent pressing into my belly and again we stood as if we fit together. I wanted to weep suddenly, joy and fear and desire all mingling together to form a knot in my chest. Your kisses turned soft, sweet, lingering, clinging, gentle lips nibbling, oh, just so along my jaw and down my neck and collarbone. I stood anchored by your hands, swayed under this new torrent of emotion as my heat rose. You paused, returned to my lips for another leisurely exploration, and by then I was losing my grip on myself. You knew, your caress became bolder, possessive, imprinting your touch on my skin. Everything you asked for, I gave. Every movement echoed, it was as if we melded together seamlessly in a dance only we were aware of. Curves filling concave, we moved instinctively. My every nerve was on fire with your touch, the crotch of my panties thoroughly soaked when you fingers finally found their way. I moaned and sank my teeth lightly into your shoulder as you ran your finger lovingly over the soaked material, tracing my lips. We still hadn't moved from the foyer yet. You urged me closer still, hands pressing; I could feel the hard knob of your arousal. I wrapped my legs around your waist, gripping your shoulders hard as I straddled you. Lust masked your face for a moment as you grasped me by the buttocks firmly and ground me down on your hard bulge.

"This is what happened to me that night, when we first met." You whispered hoarsely, your breath hot against my ear as you carried me towards the couch. "Thank god I could hide it behind the newspaper." You laughed shakily; I squeezed your waist with my legs, moaning into your neck as you continued,

"All I wanted to do that night was drag you off; kind of how I did tonight," we laughed together and I drew back to look into your eyes just as I felt the soft cushions of the couch beneath my back. You knelt between my legs, dangling from the couch and leaned over my body, trapping my shoulders beneath your hands. I adjusted my hips, grinding them wantonly against your pelvis, felt your sharp intake of breath, a warning look in your eye. "Now, now…"

I grinned impishly, grinding once more extra slow and took my time so you could really feel the sopping wet heat of me against you.

"Mmm…" I moaned, and caught my lower lip between my teeth, this was getting out of control.

"I want you to know something.." I breathed. I could feel your pulse against me, beating against my clit and shivered with pleasure. It made what I was about to say go right out of my head. You watched me, listening carefully.

"I.. I never do this."

Your eyes turned tender, I didn't expect that.

"Beautiful," your smile was like a sunrise "I know."

I hoped you meant it. I struggled to formulate a reply, stunned by the sweetness of the moment. You moved off of me, and held out your hand to help me up. I took it, pleased by its firm warmth and the way you effortlessly launched me to my feet. I felt like a doll in your arms and it was a new, rather pleasant sensation. Your eyes were grave as you kissed my hand and tucked into the crook of your arm.

"How rude of me, can I offer you something to drink?" I gathered my composure, and answered by pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

"Yes." I answered simply.

Your eyes were amused. You led me to the kitchen, where I perched on a stool while you poured us two glasses of a very good red wine and we caught our breath. I burned inside, sitting just a little too far away from you, while we talked about a surprising array of things that we had in common. I wanted to feel you touch me again. I cleared my throat.

"You made me nervous, that night." I said, your eyes were intent on me, you knew instantly what night I was referring to. "I was trying to invite you to join us, not necessarily for the premise I began the conversation under." I blushed foolishly and looked up to find you grinning like your head would split apart.

"You know," you mused, eyes glinting, "I sort of suspected as much." I mock punched you, laughing as you caught me in your arms, tight against you. My breathing sped up again as your touch ignited a path to my core. You gasped something into my hair as my hand floated up to brush your shoulder, my head tilted back as our lips met again, slowly, filled with promises I shivered all over to contemplate. Your graveness almost undid me as you calmly pulled me to my feet and softly spoke.

"Will you still respect me in the morning?"

I laughed helplessly, the tension breaking like a dam as tears of mirth slipped down my cheeks. Clinging to you, I dragged your head down and kissed you thoroughly, taking my time and enjoying the control as you stood pliant under my touch. I traced a path with my lips to your collarbone, over to the part of your shoulder I'd bitten before, breathing my hot breath through the cotton weave of your shirt. You hissed between your teeth and took a step back abruptly, breath coming fast.

"You want to see the rest of the place?" you bit out huskily. I nodded mutely, not trusting my voice. You grabbed the opened bottle of wine and our glasses, led me up the stairs, your cheeks flushed. The master bedroom was stunning, as fitting as its surroundings. An entire wall was given away to glass, huge skylights and glass doors leading to the large private deck outside. An enormous king sized bed dominated the room, draped in an immaculate white bedspread and carpets strewn on the hardwood floor. I wandered dazedly into the center of the room, turning in a circle, feeling foolish to be gawping like a fish. I tried belatedly to gather my composure.

"It's lovely, truly." I said softly, daring a glance at you. You were leaning against the doorway, watching me with a secret smile. What was going on in that head of yours? You crossed the room and led me out onto the balcony, where we stood shoulder to shoulder against the railing, breathing the night air and admiring the expansive view of the lake, a million stars spangling the velvet sky above us.

"It's a room." You replied, at length, swirling your wine in your glass and giving me that sexy half-smile. "You, however, give that definition a new depth." I smirked a little about to make some sassy retort but you stopped me, a soft finger against my lips, leaning closer, "I mean it." I blushed, I hate compliments, but you weren't done yet. "You stun me." I met your gaze, cheeks flaming.

"Amon," I started but your lips were on mine again, urgent and hot, your hands coming hard around my waist. You pulled me back inside, leaving the doors wide open as you led me to the bed.

"Lilly," you whispered, as we lay down together, "I won't do anything you don't want me to."

I gazed up at you, fear and desire naked in my gaze. Oh, I wanted to. You cupped my cheek, and you breath came faster as our bodies fit together on the soft white bedspread. I nuzzled into you, seeking your mouth, moaning as our lips met once again.

"Will you stay with me tonight, Laila?" I shivered at the sound of my name on your lips, as you breathed the words against my mouth. The ache inside was growing unbearable, I knew I was losing control, that it was too soon, but my body and my heart betrayed me. The heat between us left me dizzy; there was a buzzing in my ears. You ran your hand lightly over me, teased my nipple to a slow peak, massaging that sore spot on my hip there. How did you know my body so well already? I shuddered with pleasure and you continued to work out the tension, flipping me around to find some new source of soreness. You clicked your tongue at each new knot that your clever fingers would find. You found all of them. I grew lightheaded from the wine and the serious attention my body was getting, until I lay languidly under your touch, sprawled gazing up at you from half lidded eyes, practically begging to be fucked. I'd never felt so good in my life, alive, tingling all over with pleasure and anticipation. I never thought I would feel this rush of attraction, this infusion of emotion. It'd been so long I really thought that part of me was dead, or just a myth. Your kisses turned from an intricate dance one minute to something deeper, almost primal. You plundered my mouth with your tongue, pinning me to the bed with your body and rubbing against me. Your blue eyes glowing into mine, joy, lust, a million other emotions mixed in. I kissed you back whole heartedly, throwing my whole being into it. It felt like coming home. I whimpered in the back of my throat, and tried to impale myself on the bulge in your pants. You laughed, rubbing it against me, taunting me. Is this what you want? I gasped aloud as I felt your lips close around my nipple through the fabric of my shirt. Heat and pressure and tingles shot through my body, and I swear I almost came right then. I grasped you by the shoulders and moaned as your long fingers found the apex of my thighs, pressed into the wetness there.

Oh God, I thought, as you smiled against my breast and kissed your way down my stomach as I tangled my fingers into your blonde hair. Your teeth grabbed the hem of my shirt, lifting it up until I wiggled out of it, leaving me in my bra. You stopped and gazed down at me for a moment, drinking in the sight of me, before continuing, unbuttoning my jeans and sliding them down my narrow hips, trailing your lips down my bare legs after them, sending delicious shivers all over me. I gasped your name again, more urgently this time, and tugged at your shirt, wanting to feel your skin against mine. Effortlessly, you slid out of your shirt, and I fumbled at your waistband, trying to get your pants off. You laughed softly and made short work of it, your arousal poking into my belly as you scooped me into your lap.

"Mmm…" you whispered, "You smell delicious."

I grabbed your hand and guided it to my breast, as my hand found its way inexorably between your legs. It must have been at least 8 inches, its thick, veiny mushroom head leaking pre-cum onto my fingers. I made a guttural sound in my throat, licking my lips and meeting your gaze again. You were drinking in the sight of me with your dick in my hand. I smiled wryly, leaned forward and gave it a long sensual lick. I watched your eyes drift shut and a flush crept up your neck to your cheeks.

"I want to fuck you." I whispered against you, before taking you into my mouth with long smooth strokes, milking you with my tongue, my throat and lips. My hand moved silkily on your shaft, grasping firmly and pumping it while I explored every inch of you. You shuddered beneath me and I savored your salty taste, your unique scent.

"If you keep that up, I won't last long," you warned me quietly, so I backed away, giving you one last lick before lying back, smiling dreamily up at you.

"Me next?" I inquired playfully, and pushed my panties down to my knees, exposing my well trimmed pussy to your hot gaze. I felt so vulnerable then, open to your questing eyes. You pulled my soaked panties the rest of the way off, spread my legs and just looked at me for a long moment, an inscrutable expression on your face. I opened my mouth to speak when you dipped down suddenly and licked my entire bottom. It shocked and aroused me, how sudden and controlled your movements were. Before I could truly react, your tongue found my clit and my world exploded in pleasure. Waves and waves rushed over me as you pushed a finger into my pussy, probing for that spot. I bucked, arching my back and thrusting my hips wantonly into your face, I couldn't help it. You moaned, the vibration setting off new waves of pleasure, and I sobbed out your name urgently, feeling the tide rise. I had to have you in me, right then. I pulled at your shoulders, trying to drag you the rest of the way up my body to finally join with me. You withdrew your finger, lifted your head to smile up at me lazily. Your tongue traced a path over my lips, poking deeply into my soaking wet hole before withdrawing, and you slid all the way up my body, never losing contact with my clit as you fit your knob to my tight opening.

"Laila," you breathed my name, reaching down between my legs to softly rub my clit. I tried to spread my legs impossibly wider and begged for you to fill me, my voice gone ragged.

"Please, please, please," I chanted, thrusting against you and moaning. "Amon, fuck me now."

You complied, turning my cheek to stare into my eyes as you entered me inch by delicious inch. The sensation was indescribable; it was like being complete for the first time, that's how perfectly we fit. Every empty aching part, filled with you. You didn't break our gaze as you began to pump into me smoothly, going deeper each time, admiring the flush of pleasure building in my whole body. I gasped, amazed at the feelings rushing through me as your finger moved on my clit again. I bucked helplessly under you, moaning and still staring deeply into your eyes as I climaxed again, shaking soundlessly with it, the breath escaping my lungs in a whoosh as my eyes drifted shut. You picked up the rhythm mercilessly, pounding into me as I came apart under your touch again and the series of shivers triggered your own climax as you buried yourself to the hilt in me and allowed my eager pussy to milk every bit of come from you. I gasped again as you collapsed on top of me, breathing hot against my neck. I could feel you still inside me, our pleasure leaking out around you. Not wanting to ruin the bedspread, I tried to roll away.

"Hey, where are you going?" you sounded bewildered. I looked at the spot where I had been laying and felt around for a wet spot. There was a huge one.