Dear Readers,
Welcome back for another chapter. Thanks for all the encouraging remarks and the interesting debates over the nature of these characters and this story. I feel at least semi-successful that I can get you all discussing it :) even if it isn't always glowing reviews. Anyway, so for the long wait, I hope to be a little more productive and get seventeen out to you as soon as possible.
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Titania
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CHAPTER SIXTEEN
"If life's what we make
God, we've made mistakes.
So burn this room,
I won't flinch or hesitate."
"Elephants" -We the Committee
Alessa woke up to the gentle sensation of kisses trailing down her spine. She was laying on her stomach, and though she had snuck out of the bed at some point after midnight to put her pajamas on, she now felt cool air on her back. Her eyes opened, but for a moment she could see nothing as it was still dark outside. But she could feel Denny's body moving down hers, kissing her sensually as he went.
When he reached her pajama bottoms, his fingers grasped onto the waistband and slowly pulled them down, exposing the round flesh as he went. Her breath caught when she felt his warm kisses continue over her naked butt. She was grasping the sheets in her fists, apprehension and excitement building together.
She could feel the rough stubble on his jaw as he not only kissed her, but rubbed his cheek on her smooth skin, sending prickling shivers up her spine. Denny had gotten on his knees, though he was still bent over kissing and biting her and he pulled her pants down her thighs until they were completely off. When Alessa felt him settle back on his heels and become still, she slowly ventured to turn over, at least her top half, leaving her right leg angled over her left to cover the juncture of the thighs, even in the dark.
Though she still wore the light gray tank top, her right arm covered her chest as her eyes searched for him. And then she felt his warm hands on the skin of her thighs. Resting, waiting.
"Well?" she finally asked in a voice husked by sleep and growing arousal.
"What's with the clothes?" he asked in an equally affected voice.
"I was cold."
There was silence.
"What did I tell you about lying?"
"I'm not allowed to wear pajamas?" she immediately countered, ignoring his question.
"What did I say about lying?" he repeated, unfazed by her misdirection. He waited, his fingers slowly digging into the supple flesh.
"To not lie to you." His fingers dug a little more deeply. "Or to myself," she finished. And then she felt him move her right thigh off her left, slowly spreading her legs until he kneeled between them. Her eyes had adjusted to the dark, and she could make out his large figure above hers, kneeling all-powerful. Her breathing was drawing faster now as she waited.
"Come here," he commanded quietly, reaching a hand out to her. She took it and allowed him to pull her up and then lifted her arms when she felt him lift her tank-top off. She didn't move as she peered up into his face, resting back on her hands, her aching chest rising and falling.
Denny looked down at her figure cloaked in the darkness of the room. He could just see her illuminated by the blue light of the night filtering in through the floor-to-ceiling window. He lifted a hand and pointing a finger, traced her from the beating pulse at the side of her neck, down her sternum to the valley between her breasts. Slowly, he pushed against her, forcing her to lay back against her pillow, her hair fanning out as her hands found their way to covering her chest once more.
Denny wasn't oblivious to her attempts at hiding herself, but as she was laying quietly, almost at ease, he didn't raise an objection. Yet.
He focused on his one, lone finger, which trailed from between her breasts, down the smooth, taut planes of her stomach, dipping momentarily into her tender belly button, and then continuing on its way to her sex. Alessa bit her lip, wondering if when he touched her he would feel how turned on she had become simply from the hope that he would touch her.
For a time, Denny seemed content to idly stroke her tender and nervous skin around her pelvis. The maddening touches were beginning to work, making her hips restless as they periodically jerked against him.
"You know," he spoke darkly, his eyes now trained on the hand teasing her, "I've dreamt of something since you first walked into my office."
Alessa smiled humorlessly in the black of the room. "I thought you got to do that a few hours ago," she quipped.
He chuckled. "Well, yes, that was one dream come true." He shifted his legs back, drawing his body to lay on his stomach between her legs. As he neared, she could feel the tickle of his warm breath on her exposed skin, making it jump in anticipation.
"What are you doing?" she questioned quietly, the wariness in her voice carrying to him through the darkness.
"Like I said, I've dreamt about this since we met in my office." The one finger that had been harassing her sensitive skin was now joined by another, and together they skimmed possessively down her slit, widened the distance between her wet folds as they went until they were exposing her delicate, pink flesh hidden underneath. He felt her shift beneath him, her thighs, which held up his forearms, straining as if to twist away from him.
But he knew she wouldn't leave, knew she wanted every ounce of pleasure he wanted to give. He could smell the headiness of her arousal as he neared, the musky, tangy sweetness that was common to all women and unique to her alone.
He seemed to burrow down, adjusting her thighs so they spread even more and rested against his shoulders. She felt him wrap his arms under her thighs until his hands came back around to touch her where she ached most.
Alessa waited with her lip between her teeth, knowing what was to come, having written about it profusely, but never having experienced. She wondered if he could smell her, if it was disgusting. She wondered if he could see her, see the weird folds that had never been attractive to her, and yet strangely held such beautiful erotic power.
And then her wondering was over as the tip of his tongue caressed the straining bud of her sex. Alessa took in a sharp breath and froze, her tense body waiting for the following pleasure as his mouth discovered her tender body. It was almost like a tickle, she thought, slowly relaxing as his gentle, exploring tongue licked her, but then it began to change as Denny's first tentative touches broadened, growing in confidence and ardor. She began to feel a burn, could feel it spread painfully up her neck and over her cheeks. Without conscious thought, she began moving her hips in concert with his pleasing mouth, grinding against him even as his fingers began to probe her.
Denny worked tirelessly to make love to her with his mouth, savoring the rich flavor and silky texture. He felt a tangible pleasure at each of her helpless whimpers of surrender, and moaned into her ever-growing sensitive folds. He slowly began to touch her with his fingers as his seeking lips and tongue licked and suckled and nipped every inch of her sex. He alternated between pinching and stroking the folds on either side before venturing into her slick and heated depths, taking his time to gently reenter her, assuming there would be some amount of residual pain.
His efforts were greatly rewarded when she let a breathy moan and mindlessly began threading her fingers through his hair, scoring her nails against his scalp. A delicious wave shivered down his spine and he growled into her delicate body.
Alessa was drowning in the gradually-building pleasure, sinking below the surface of reason as she allowed his talented mouth and deft fingers to stoke a burning, aching wonderment inside of her. Denny finally began focusing on the area just inside her vagina as his mouth latched onto her nub, his tongue thrashing it between bouts of intense suckling.
"Oh, Denny," she gasped, feeling pleasure wrap itself around her like a weight to pull her off a cliff. She said his name over and over, her fingers no longer a pleasure as she grasped his dark tresses tightly. She felt her orgasm build, and then, shouting his name, her body tensed and her inner walls clenched down on his fingers.
Denny didn't stop his voracious devouring of her tender flesh as he was endlessly turned on by the rhythmic ripplings of her silky walls. Alessa was breathing harshly when she finally released his hair before resuming stroking her fingers through it.
"Denny, that was..." she attempted to praise him in between gasps of rough air, but couldn't quite seem to find words to describe how she felt.
Denny crawled up her body, kissing her slightly damp skin as he went until her reached her face and fluttered kisses across her panting mouth. It didn't take long for Alessa to respond to the new weight of his body settled over hers and the tempting lips caressing hers. When Denny's tongue slid inside, she moaned against the altered flavor of him, instantly recognizing that the musky tang must have been from her own body.
Alessa, now alive in the glow of post-climax bliss, was undulating her body against his hard one, kissing him with languid strokes of her tongue. It wasn't long before she realized that Denny was very hard, and as they had shifted and moved, his erection was once again rubbing against her groin. He had made no mention of it, or even attempted to enter her. But with a fluttering of her heart, another ache deep inside, Alessa wanted to try again.
The sex they'd had however many hours before had fulfilled her dreams and relieved her fears, at least, released them in her mind. But she wondered if the surge of awkwardness and alienation would materialize again, no matter how unbidden and unwanted.
"Sweetheart," Denny growled when he felt her hand grab ahold of his hardened shaft and begin to angle herself. "What are you doing?" His face was buried in the crook of her neck as the intense pleasure that made him want to thrust his hips forward rushed up his spine.
"I thought that was obvious," she answered, her folds stretching to accommodate him. Denny was a stone above her, hard and unmoving. But he wasn't stopping her either, Alessa noted with a cocky smile. Biting her lip, she continued to move her hips gently back and forth, sliding farther down his thick length.
When he was in as deep as she could manage, the two stayed still, only the sounds of their harsh breathing filling the quiet, dark room. Several long moments passed before Denny brought himself up on his elbow, looking down for her face.
"Well?" he asked, knowing her thoughts.
