(Special thanks to Major Gee for her beautiful artwork for this story)
Daniel could not believe the sensations he was experiencing. The feel of Gaia's body against his, the scent of her warm skin and the fragrance she wore, the touch of her lips against his . . . and then she was gone, and his arms were empty and aching for her. But where, before, he might have protested this treatment, growled his frustration at being tempted and then abandoned, now he only waited for her next move.
She slipped away from him like smoke, moving to the bed and stripping back the coverlet to expose the crisp white sheets. She turned to smile at him, and beckoned him to join her. When he was by her side, she reached up and pulled his head down to hers. He expected her to kiss him, but instead she placed her lips close to his ear and breathed, "You didn't expect me to ruin a perfectly good coverlet, did you my love?" Her throaty chuckle caused a renewed rush of arousal to course through his body.
"Of course not, my Gaia, not when there are perfectly good sheets to be had," he responded in a whisper, his lips brushing her ear.
Her hands moved to his shoulders and she pushed him into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. Now his head was below hers, and she moved closer to him, standing between his thighs and bending her head to kiss him. The sensation was different - now, from her higher position, she controlled the kiss, and he had to strain up to meet her. It was enticingly erotic.
She stepped back from the kiss, and now he noticed she was breathing harder.
"Oh, my love, but you are so beautiful," she spoke softly. "We will have to take this very slowly indeed, for I want to enjoy you for a very long time."
She busied herself gathering the drapes around the bed into loose folds at each corner. When he raised questioning eyebrows at her, she smiled and said, "I suspect you will be breathtaking by candlelight, my best beloved, and I mean to be able to see every inch of you in that light."
When the bed drapes were arranged to her satisfaction, she turned back to him. "Take off your boots, Daniel, you'll ruin the sheets if you don't."
This curious amalgam of sensuality, eroticism and practicality amused Daniel. He grinned at her as he pulled his foot up to unlace his boot.
"Not there, my love, if you please. Over there," and she pointed to a chair near the fire.
He stood up and walked over to it. "Here?" he asked.
"Yes please," she responded, moving to sit on the edge of the bed where he had been seated.
He sat in the chair and bent to unlace his boots.
From her vantage point on the bed, she watched Daniel in the firelight as he unlaced and removed his boots and socks. The light danced on his skin, giving it a rosy glow, and reflected off his glasses. His hair swung down over his face, the blonde strands looking chestnut in the firelight. She licked her lips as she watched him, devouring every small move he made, hungering for him.
He looked up and met her eyes. Desire and longing coursed through him at the naked hunger he saw in her eyes. He didn't think he'd ever seen that look on a woman's face before, at least not directed at him. And he surrendered control of the experience totally at that point.
"Now what, my Gaia?" he asked simply, placing himself entirely in her hands.
"Now, come here," she purred, holding out her hand to him.
He rose from the chair and walked to her, his body moving with unconscious grace, and stood before her, looking down at her. She took his hand and raised it to her lips, kissing his palm and then folding his fingers around the kiss to hold it.
"Take off your shirt, Daniel," she said, releasing his hand and lying back against the pillows to watch him undress.
He peeled the T-shirt off over his head, and dropped it to the floor beside him. His chest was broad and well muscled, and his abdomen was taut and flat.
"Come here, my best beloved," she urged him with open arms.
He moved to the bed and lowered himself down beside her. She raised a hand that trembled slightly, and stroked his face wordlessly. Her hand then moved down to caress his chest. His skin looked golden in the flickering candlelight, golden and perfect. Her fingers gently caressed a nipple, watching it harden under her touch. She lowered her lips to it, running out her tongue to encircle it, and then closing her lips around it and suckling gently.
Daniel's breath caught in his throat. The sensation of her mouth on his nipple and the gentle brush of her hair against his skin were glorious. He found it hard to believe that this experience was really being driven by her needs, since he was being so aroused by it. Now he began to understand how his partners had felt over the years, when he had spent time concentrating on their pleasure even as he pursued his own. If nothing else, he thought, this particular interlude was probably going to make him a much better lover. That is, he amended, new sensations coursing through his body as Gaia transferred her attentions to his other nipple, if he ever even looked at another woman after she was finished with him.
Then he felt her lips trail back up his chest and throat, and nibble their way along his jaw to his mouth. Her kisses grew more insistent, with her tongue gently exploring his mouth. Then she sat up and looked down at him. Her lips were kiss swollen, and her face was flushed. She looked more desirable than ever. She reached for his glasses and gently removed them, placing them on the table by the bed. It didn't matter, he could see her very well this close, and he didn't expect she would be too far away from him for the rest of the night, if the look in her eyes was anything to go by.
And then her hands returned to his body, resting flat on his chest and then moving gently to his waist. She unclasped his belt buckle and then slid down the zipper of his fly. He raised his hips from the bed slightly to allow her to remove his pants and undershorts. And he watched her as she looked at him, feasting her eyes on every glorious inch of him.
"I knew you would be beautiful by candlelight, my best beloved, but I had no idea you would be so spectacular," she barely breathed the words as she devoured the sight of his naked body in the soft light of the candles.
"I thought you knew everything about me, my Gaia," he murmured, unwilling to break the mood she was in.
"There is a world of difference between knowledge and experience. Before I knew what you looked like, now I am . . . experiencing it," she responded almost absently, continuing to gaze longingly at his body.
She reached out to the table by the bed, and took up a glass of champagne. She took a sip, and bent to kiss him. He could taste the wine on her lips. Then she moved so she was kneeling beside him on the bed, and carefully tilted the glass so the champagne splashed onto his body. He gasped as the cold liquid came into contact with his skin, and then her tongue warmed the place as she lapped up the champagne.
"Do you like that, Daniel?" she asked, reading his answer in the look on his face.
"Yes, my Gaia, I like that very much," he breathed, wanting her to do it again.
But this time she went further. She carefully poured the champagne into the indentation of his navel, and then lapped the wine up with darting movements of her tongue, like a cat drinking milk from a saucer. She continued to flick her tongue in his navel after the champagne was gone, and he thought he would go insane with delight at the sensations.
And then she was sitting up beside him again, with the champagne glass poised over his body, this time further down. And he found himself praying that she would again tilt the glass and drink the wine from his body . . .
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