Mistfall (27 page)

The alternating warmth of his lips and cool
breath against my ear made me squirm against him. John moved
further south, nipping and kissing my neck as his hand grasped one
of my breasts.

John kneaded one breast as he took the other
in his mouth. His velvet tongue swirled around my nipple causing
both of them to harden. I ran my hands through his soft, brown hair
as he tugged gently on my eraser tops with his teeth, causing me to
become slick with arousal.

I laughed when he kissed the sensitive flesh
of my stomach, the result of being ticklish. John paused when he
reached my undies. His lips moved to my inner thigh, taking their
sweet time as he moved towards the juncture of my thighs. The heat
of every kiss lingered upon my cool skin, leaving reminders to
every part of me that he had touched.

John paused when he reached my panties. He
ran his tongue parallel to the elastic of my thong, right above my
stomach, teasing me relentlessly.

“Please John,” I begged, wriggling underneath
him. “Please stop teasing me. I want you inside of me.”

There was a devilish glint in his eyes that
told me he was in charge of this show. “Not yet beautiful girl, but
I promise I’m done teasing.”

I was thinking about what he meant by that
when he moved my panties to the side and ran a finger along my
lips.

A rumbling growl came from deep inside his
chest. “You’re so wet,” he commented, pleased with his
discovery.

“It’s because of you,” I replied. “You get me
all hot and bothered.”

Mischief etched itself on his face in the
form of a lopsided smile that, normally, I would have thought
adorable. Right now, I was thinking that I had no clue what I was
in for.

“Is that so? “Well, let’s see if I can do
some more damage,” he offered and I accepted greedily.

John grabbed the elastic band on both sides
of my thong and slid them down my legs. Where his finger was just
moments before, his mouth now took possession. My hips bucked up
against him when his tongue flickered against the nub of super
sensitive nerve endings.

“John!” I gasped as the electrical sensation
riveted my body, shooting to every last nerve ending.

John lifted his head only to speak, his large
hands still gripping both sides of my hips, holding them in place.
“Do you like that?” he asked, demanding an answer.

I nodded my head quickly. “Yes, more
please.”

He squeezed the flesh of my hip. “More what
Violet? You have to tell me what you want,” he ordered with a
wicked smile and gleam in his eyes.

Subconsciously I knew this was an exercise at
getting me to break through my barriers. He wanted me to tell him
what I needed and to trust that he would follow through. It was a
delicious torture.

I propped myself up on my elbows and looked
down my body at him. This gorgeous man was poised and waiting for
me to say the word and he would do whatever I asked. “I want your
mouth on me and your fingers inside of me,” I told him.

John wasted no time in responding. Instead of
answering me with words, he let his actions do the talking for him.
He pushed to fingers inside of me as his mouth found its previous
purchase. I threw my head back and closed my eyes, enjoying the
sensations rippling through me from John’s ministrations.

As his fingers stroked in and out and his
tongue danced upon me, I felt my stomach tightened up. My muscles
were constricting and I knew I was close to orgasm. I moaned in
delight.

“Is that what you wanted?” he asked.

“Mmmhmm.”

John’s voice took on a serious tone as he
retracted his fingers. “I didn’t hear you Violet. You’re going to
have to speak up.”

“Yes!” I exclaimed. “Please don’t stop.”

“What do you say?” he asked, tormenting
me.

O-M-G. He was going to tease me relentlessly
until I gave in. John was willing to please me, but he wasn’t going
to do it without a little effort on my part. I found it rather
erotic and exciting as the need for him made me feel like a man
scouring the desert in search of water. Finding the oasis, to
quench my thirst, I had but only to take that last step.

“Please John, I want more,” I begged. John’s
breath fanned my stomach, causing me to once again quiver.

“That’s what I wanted to hear beautiful
girl,” he crooned. I want you to tell me what you want and I want
to hear you enjoy it. Would you do that for me Violet?”

I couldn’t take any more of this torture.
“I’ll do anything you want, just please, for the love of all that’s
holy, give me more!”

Laughter momentarily escaped his lips in
response to my demand. It was quickly replaced by that naughty
smile of his. “Anything you say?” he teased.

My jaw dropped like an anvil. That wasn’t
what I meant. I wouldn’t call myself a prude, but there are plenty
of wild things I don’t care to try. I started to panic as I
wondered what he had in mind.

John’s fingers returned to their prior
occupation. “I don’t want anything,” he said, dropping his teasing
tone, “just your pleasure.”

With nothing more to say John’s tongue
returned to its assault on my swollen clitoris. It didn’t take long
before his handiwork was driving me over the edge. The first wave
came over me so powerfully I arched my back. I bit down on my lower
lip so as not to wake anyone, though the feeling of vocalizing my
pleasure was overwhelming.

I’m rather vocal when it comes to bedroom
sports. Having Rory, Finn, and Melissa within hearing range was not
conducive to that. Them being an audience to this intimate moment
wasn’t on my list of things to do today, or ever.

“Wow,” I panted as my body relaxed and rested
once again upon the bed. “That. Was. Amazing.” I was in such a
state of bliss that I felt like I was floating. John let me bask in
the sensation for a moment before he spoke.

“It’s a shame you had to hold back because of
the neighbors,” he lamented. John now lay next to me. He ran his
fingers up and down my side while peppering my body with
kisses.

My euphoria was becoming replaced with desire
once again. The feeling of his lips against my skin caused heat to
suffuse through me, replenishing the molten lava between my
legs.

A soft moan escaped my lips followed by an
intense need. “John, I want you to make love to me.”

I didn’t have to say anything more. John
quickly removed the rest of his clothing. To answer Melissa’s
question: Impressive. Long and thick, I was surprised I had been
able to take such a titan.

John reached over and grabbed me, rolling me
atop of him. Burying himself deep inside me, I gasped at the feel
of his initial penetration.

I started grinding my hips against him in a
circular pattern, much to his enjoyment. John put his hands on my
hips, pushing me down as he thrust up into me. The low rumbling in
his chest increased the faster I gyrated.

I came twice more that way. Instead of
holding it in like I had done before, I grabbed a pillow and
screamed into it.

John ripped the pillow from my hands and
flipped me over on my back so quickly I shrieked a little. “This
time I want to hear you,” he insisted pushing back into me. “I’d
rather hear you softly than muffled up in some pillow.”

Again? I had never come this many times
before, let alone going on number four. John was proving to be a
very generous lover, putting my needs before giving into his own.
I could get used to this.

I lifted my head from the bed and kissed him.
“You feel so good.”

“You feel amazing, beautiful girl,” he
responded in kind.

John’s hands were everywhere, groping,
kneading, and teasing while I dug my fingers into his back,
building towards climax. He seemed to be on the same page as me,
pumping harder and faster. My legs were wrapped around him. I
lifted my hips, pushing back into him at every thrust until we were
both reaching apogee.

“Let go Violet, let me hear you,” John
encouraged.

I did let go. I couldn’t keep it in or stay
quiet as this was the most powerful orgasm yet. Screaming his name
and moaning, I’m sure I woke everyone up. I was hoping to play it
off to a rogue banshee.

John followed me with his own orgasm,
growling like a beast. It sounded so animalistic and carnal.

We collapsed against each other. He held me
as we caught our breath. I purred like a cat, sated with bliss.
Every nerve ending of my body was alive, sensitive to the lazy
lines John was drawing upon my skin. My brain was stuck in the
euphoria of a sex fog, oblivious to anything but the here and now.
I had never felt as good as I did in this moment.

“You sounded like a wild woman,” he said
looking down into my eyes. “It was sexy as hell and I loved
it.”

I responded with a smile, glowing. I could
possibly get used to the idea of telling him my wants and needs,
but there was no way I was going to tell him what I was thinking.
Woohoo, I get to look forward to this every night!
I didn’t
want to over inflate his already healthy ego.

Laying there in our post-coital reverie, we
were content to just hold each other until sleep claimed us.

I awoke the next morning to the smell of
lilacs. Opening my eyes, I found that my room had been turned into
a lilac bush around its periphery.

John put his hand on my shoulder. “Good
morning,” he greeted softly.

I turned around to face him. “What’s all
this?” I asked gesturing to the floral bower.

He propped himself up on one elbow and
entwined his fingers with mine. “You once told me you loved the
smell of lilacs in the morning. I just thought that a beautiful
girl should have something beautiful to look at when she woke
up.”

“You remembered that?” I asked in awe.

I could just make out the wooden walls of the
room. The flowers, all in bloom, were in shades of pink, white, and
lavender. Their perfume wasn’t too strong or over flowery. Between
the smell of fresh mowed grass coming from John and the delicate
scent of the flowers, I could almost picture myself, back at home,
waking up on a perfect spring morning.
What a fantastic way to
wake up,
I thought.

“I would’ve brought you breakfast in bed, but
my magic can only do so much,” John said. “We’ll have to rely on
you for that.”

My stomach grumbled at the thought of food.
“My body seems to agree with your train of thought,” I laughed.

John lifted my hand and kissed it. “How about
we shower and dress first. We’ll meet back here in, let’s say,
twenty minutes. Sound good?”

I nodded my head yes and he got up and left.
He didn’t bother putting his clothes back on as he intended to
leave the same way he came in. I was treated to an impressive view
of his taut back end as he walked towards the wall of the room.

“See you shortly, beautiful girl,” were his
last words, before the lilacs swallowed him. I couldn’t see the
wall behind them open up, the flowers being so thick in that one
spot.

I personally didn’t see the need to postpone
breakfast in lieu of a shower. That was, until I thought about what
state my hair had to be in. I groaned. I could only wonder what
mess my face would be in after sleeping in full make-up.

Getting out of bed, I made my way into the
bathroom. I would have thought last night’s sexcapades and sleep
would have turned me into one of Hades’ nightmares. Looking into
the mirror, I let out a big breath of relief.

My hair and face was a little mussed, but
nothing too dreadful. The snarls in my hair wanted to do battle
with the brush and it looked like the brush was going to lose.
Conditioner was definitely called for today.

The warmth of the shower enveloped me in the
blanket of its steam. I could have stayed there for hours.
Unfortunately, I had to be ready to go in twenty minutes. It’s a
good thing I have magical powers. How else could a girl shower,
change, and do her hair and make-up in such a short amount of
time?

Fifteen minutes later and I was almost done.
I just needed to put on some clothes. Considering last night’s
frippery, comfortable and relaxed was my mindset when choosing an
outfit. I chose a pair of relaxed fit jeans and a fitted tee.
Comfortable walking shoes were on the docket as I wasn’t sure of
how long the walk from the Fae village in the Wildwood was from
John’s house. I threw my hair up in a ponytail and had two minutes
to spare.

When I opened the bathroom door to the room,
I was saddened to find the flowers gone. They were so charming and
I really hadn’t had a chance to enjoy them.

John wasn’t back yet. Somehow I’m going to
have to fit in a joke about him taking longer than a girl to get
ready. I contemplated packing, but decided to leave that for after
we ate.

I decided to go ahead and create breakfast
while I was waiting. I remember from our time together, years ago,
that John preferred fruit for breakfast. Typically elves like a
more vegan lifestyle, but weren’t necessarily religious about
it.

With granola and grapefruit for him and bacon
and eggs for me, my work was done. With nothing left to do, I sat
on the foot of the bed and waited.

Twenty minutes later, John had still not
returned. I knew his magic was more than capable of getting him
clean in no time. He was a male, so all he really had to do was put
on clothes.
What was taking so long?

I knocked on the wall that separated our
rooms. No answer. I gave thought to walking through the wall like
he did. In the end, I decided against it. It wasn’t something I had
done before, so it might be a bit tricky. The last thing I wanted
to do today was to be stuck in a wall until I figured how to get
out of it.

Maybe he got held up,
I thought. I
would just have to do this the old fashioned way and knock on the
door to his room. I thought about grabbing Hofuo and my compass
before I left, but ultimately left it behind. I wouldn’t be more
than ten feet away and for once I was safe enough to not have to
vigilant about my safety.