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Monday, November 19, 2012

Experiments

It was early on a Saturday evening in mid-August and therefore very warm. Jack and Claire had celebrated their one year anniversary of working together the previous month, and were rapidly approaching the nine month mark of their relationship. Earlier that day they had ridden out to the eastern end of Long Island, and had lunched at a quiet little restaurant in Amagansett, before tooling through a string of antique shops. It had been a simple, easy day but it had seemed incredibly romantic and intimate to Claire. Perhaps the intimacy lie in the fact that riding Jack's motorcycle meant she had to cling to him for the duration of the long ride to the end of the Island, and back. Or in the way their hands clasped tightly together as they walked down the sidewalk from shop to shop sent a thrill up her arm, flooding her body with warmth. Or perhaps it was the way he watched her, his eyes following her about the shops as she cooed over this chaise and that armoire. Perhaps. Claire suspected it was all three, and much more.

Something about the day had Claire feeling like exploring much more than antique shops. They were on their way to the seventh consecutive shop when Claire had stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. At first Jack kept walking, but pulled up short when Claire pulled on his arm. He had turned to look at her, eyebrows raised, questioning.

"Let's go home."

The questioning expression on his face had become a grin, and they turned and headed for the bike.

She had tormented him relentlessly during the ride back into Manhattan. She pressed herself against his back closely, much closer than safety required. At one point, on a very straight stretch along the Long Island Expressway, she had taken to caressing his thighs through his jeans.

When at long last he killed the engine of his bike in front of Claire's building, Jack was so worked-up that anyone who chanced to glance in the general direction of his groin would have been able to tell exactly how aroused he was. For her part, Claire was amused at his attempt to cover his obvious erection by holding his helmet in front of him once they slid off the motorcycle.

"Want me to carry that for you?" she teased, indicating the helmet.

Was that a blush she saw on his cheeks?

"No...no, I've got it," he said, shaking his head at her. She was obviously enjoying knowing that she had aroused him so thoroughly.

The elevator had been empty. Jack entered first, and Claire followed. He had stood against the back wall, helmet still held in front of him. Claire pressed the number for her floor, the door closed, and she moved in front of Jack. She took the helmet from him, looked down, then back up, and smiled. Stretching to her toes, she kissed him lightly as her free hand reached out to gently massage the hard bulge in his pants. Jack groaned, closed his eyes, and leaned back against the wall. He wrapped his arms around her and was beginning to stroke and squeeze her tight behind when the elevator began to slow. They separated just as it came to a stop. The elevator door opened and they made their way to her door.

They said nothing when they entered, just headed down the hall to her bedroom. Claire had deposited the helmet and her keys and purse on the table by the door as they passed.

No sooner had they entered her bedroom then they fell into a passionate embrace. They stripped the lightweight jackets they wore from one another. Claire tugged Jack's shirt out from his jeans and pulled it over his head. She laid her hands flat against his chest as their tongues played a sensuous game of cat and mouse. She pulled her mouth away from his and kissed his neck as her hands began to rub slow circles over his nipples. She kissed down his chest and soon he felt her encircling his nipples with her tongue. When she began to suck on one, her hands reached out for his waist, undid his belt, and slowly removed it from the loops. Without the belt, his pants lowered a little, and Claire ran her hands over his abdomen. Grabbing her by the shoulders he pulled her up and crushed her against him.

So aroused was he by her behaviour, and the thought of being inside her that he would have liked nothing better than to rip her clothes from her and make love to her then and there, with no further preliminary. But Claire had other ideas. When she felt his hands undoing the top button of her pants, she pushed him away and stepped back.

"What's wrong?" he asked, confused, his voice strained.

"Nothing," she replied. "But what's the rush?"

"I can't help it," he said, and moved to pull her to him again, but she resisted.

"Wait here," she said, and walked out of her bedroom, down the hall, and disappeared into the kitchen, leaving him standing there, frustrated.

He sat on the bed and reached down to pull off his shoes and socks.

When she returned carrying two glasses of red wine, she, too was barefoot.

"Drink this," she said as she handed him one of the glasses.

He took a sip first, and swilled the wine in his mouth before swallowing. He then proceeded to down the rest of the glass in one long gulp. Claire drank her glass just as quickly, and took both empty glasses and set them on her dresser. She returned to where Jack sat on the edge of the bed and stood close in front of him.. He reached out and around her, and ran his hands up the back of her legs, from her kneecaps to her behind, all the while looking up at her.

"Slow," she whispered taking his face in her hands and placing the most tantalising kiss on his lips. He was sure the pace she was trying to set would kill him, but he didn't care. He loved it when she became aggressive and demanding in their love-making. He had long ago realised that when it came to sex, Claire knew exactly what she wanted and wasn't afraid to ask for or even demand it. It was one of the many things he loved about her.

They kissed deeply for what seemed to Jack like ages, feeling the wine beginning to relax them. She let his hands roam freely over her body, letting him squeeze and knead her behind as well as crush her breasts in his hands, all the while holding his face and kissing him. This time, when his hands reached for her waist, she didn't stop him. He undid the button and slowly slid the zipper down.

He moved to pull her pants and panties off her at the same time, but here she stopped him. "Uh-uh, not yet," she scolded and backed away. She turned her back to him and slowly slid her pants down over her hips, thighs, and down her legs, leaving her underwear intact. Though her back was to him, she was fully aware of Jack's eyes taking in her every move with lust he was too aroused to disguise.

She turned to face him again, and pulled her shirt off, revealing the fact that she was wearing a set of matching bra and panties, something she knew set Jack on fire.

"Beautiful....beautiful," he whispered as she climbed onto his lap and pushed him back onto the bed.

Hands against her back, he moved them down and slid them inside her underwear, his warm hands branding her flesh. She was sitting a little more forward on him then usual, giving his mouth perfect access to her breasts. Though she still wore her bra, he reached up and began to suck on one of her already taut nipples. He moved his hands to her breasts, cupped the one he was sucking on, and squeezed the other gently with his free hand. When he moved to unhook her bra, she grabbed his hands, entwined her fingers through his, drew his arms up and back, and pinned them against the bed.

She kissed his protest away and asked, "Have you ever been tied up?"

"No," he admitted.

"Would you let me?"

"Tie me up?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to?" he asked.

She nodded.

"Alright."

"Really?"

"Better hurry before I change my mind," he joked.

She got up from the bed and went to her dresser. From the bottom drawer, she removed two silk scarves. When she returned to the bed, Jack was lying completely on it, his head resting against her pillows. She straddled him again, and taking his left hand, she tied one of the scarves around his wrist and then to one of the rungs of her headboard. He nipped lightly at her breasts as she leaned over him. When his left arm was secure, she repeated the pattern with the right.

"Are you comfortable?" she asked. "They're not too tight, are they?"

"No, they're fine. I'm fine."

"Good," she said and kissed him for several moments before getting off the bed again.

"What're you doing?" he asked. He wasn't quite sure he liked this, but Claire seemed so excited by the idea, that it made him excited too.

Without saying anything, she went back and retrieved another scarf from her bottom dresser drawer. This scarf, also silk, was a very dark blue, and appeared much thicker than the others.

"What's that for?"

"You're eyes," she replied, climbing atop him again.

"Claire...I..."

"Shhhh," she said folding the scarf over once before placing it over his eyes, lifting his head, and tying it. "Do you trust me?"

"Yes," he said, without hesitation.

She kissed him lightly and quickly once, twice, and a third time. "Then relax. I promise you'll like this."

She reached down and ran her palms over his chest and shoulders, over and around his biceps, back to his shoulders, and over his chest again. She brought her lips to his and kissed him ardently, before beginning a trail of kisses down his neck. Running her hands along his sides, she kissed down his chest, pausing to teasingly tongue at his nipples before continuing on downward. When she reached his navel, he felt her hands undoing the fly of his jeans slowly. She kissed down over his stomach, not stopping until she reached the waistband of his boxer shorts.

Breathless with anticipation, Jack waited for what he thought would come next. Instead, she left the bed again.

"What're you doing?" he asked, a little suspiciously.

"Going to get the camera," she stated matter-of-factly.

He was on the verge of a protestation when her laughter let him know she had been kidding.

"I'll be back in a sec," she told him.

A few minutes passed, and suddenly Jack felt something running along the bottom of his foot, and jumped at the unexpected touch.

"My my..." Claire said suggestively, still lightly running her fingertip along the sole of his foot. "Jumpy, aren't we?"

"I can't see a damn thing and I can't defend myself. This is like man's worst fear Claire."

She crawled onto the bed and kissed him feverishly for several heartbeats before moving down again and grabbing hold of the bottom of his pant legs. She pulled his pants off him. His underwear came next, and his fully engorged organ bounced free. It was bigger and harder than she could ever remember having seen it, so swollen, in fact, that it looked almost painful. No wonder he was so eager. She removed her bra and panties and straddled him again, sitting on his thighs.

"Jesus, Jack," she said as she reached out and took the blazing item rising up from his groin into her hand and began to stroke, delighting at the way it jerked slightly in her hand, "I can't believe how hard you are. It's huge!"

"I'm aching for you," he said in a strangled voice.

She leaned down to kiss his him, licking his mouth open and running her tongue along the inside of his lips.

"Mmmmm, where did you go?" he asked.

She didn't answer him, and after a few seconds, he felt a cool, thick, sticky liquid being poured in a line from the space between his pecs to his navel.

"God!" he exclaimed. "What is that?"

Again, she didn't answer, but touched the line of fluid she had just poured on him, and pressed her finger against his lips for him to suck on.

He sucked her finger clean and licked his lips. "Honey?"

"Mmmhmm," she replied and bent down to lick the fine stream of honey from his body.

He sighed deeply in pleasure. Their love-making was never boring, but he loved the adventuresome side of Claire that seemed to be emerging of late.

When she had lapped up every bit of the honey she had poured on him, she grabbed the bottle again and squeezed some onto each of his nipples. Bending her head again, she licked and sucked his nipples until they too were clean.

She adjusted herself further down on his legs, and squeezed a liberal amount of the sweet golden substance onto his raging erection. He felt her hair brush against his thigh as she began to lick him free. He kept waiting for her to take him in her mouth and suck, but she never did. Instead she licked and sucked at the shaft as if she were devouring an ice-cream cone. When she had licked him clean, she crawled up his body and impaled herself on his mighty lance.

Jack's mouth opened and he moaned deep and loud. It was all he could do to keep from exploding inside her the instant he was fully imbedded within her hot, wet tightness.

Instinctively, Claire knew not to move right away, so that Jack might regain some measure of control.

"Is that better?" she murmured against his ear.

"Oh, God, yes!" he practically shouted as she raised herself up and then lowered back down. "Ohhh, Claire..." he moaned.

She reached for the honey bottle again, squeezed some onto her fingers and smeared it across each of her nipples, and offered her fingers to Jack for cleansing. She began to ride him slowly. Reaching behind his head, she tilted it up slightly and pressed a nipple against his lips. He began to lick and suck at it, and only when all the honey was gone did she offer him the other.

"Untie me, now," he said.

She leaned over and loosed one of his bonds, and then the other. The first thing he did was remove the blindfold. It wasn't that he hadn't liked what she'd done, because he had indeed found it both pleasurable and exciting, but he preferred being able to see and touch her. Grabbing her head in his hands, he pulled her face down to his and kissed her, long and hard, until she moaned deep in the back of her throat. Bracing herself on her hands, she raised herself away from him and began to ride in earnest. His hands slid down to her fondle her breasts. He squeezed and rubbed and stroked them, eventually bringing his mouth and tongue in on the action. Lapping at a nipple, he could still taste the sweetness of honey. Groaning in pleasure, he sat up and hugged her close. He ran his tongue along her skin, from the valley between her breasts, up to the base of her neck, and up under her chin. Bending her head to him, they were soon drowning in a fiery open-mouthed kiss.

In a fluid motion, Claire was beneath him. He drove slowly into her several times before pulling out. He knew she was just as mad for release as he was, but she had teased him relentlessly throughout this entire encounter, and somewhere in his mind he decided to make her pay the sweet forfeit of her trespass. He located the honey bottle and squeezed some onto the soft indentation at the base of her neck. After bending down and sucking the spot free of honey, he began to drizzle a fine line down her torso, as she had done to him. When he had slurped up every last bit of the honey, he poured some over her breasts and proceeded to suck them clean. This done, he drizzled some into her navel, and bent his head to lap it up like a kitten would with a bowl of milk.

He rolled her to her stomach, and squeezed a line of honey down her back. He ran his tongue down her honey-covered spine, and sucked at the honey pool that had formed in the small of her back. Adjusting himself down the bed, he drew one of her legs up and kissed the sole of her foot. Moving upward, he nipped gently at her calf, tongued her kneecap, and ran his tongue slowly up the back of her thigh. When he reached the curve of her buttocks, he began again with the other leg. This time, when he reached the hillock of her behind, he didn't stop, but nibbled lightly on each cheek, before continuing on up her back. Pushing her dark hair aside, he kissed the back of her neck and lay beside her. He pulled her against him, so they were both lying on their left sides, spoon-fashion, her back to him.

He laid his hands on her waist and began to alternate between kissing her neck and nibbling on her earlobe.

"Mmmmm," she practically purred.

"Like that?"

"Mmmhmm."

His left arm slid under her and he reached up to tilt her head back so that he might kiss her lips. His right hand, which was still resting on her waist, slid down over her stomach, down over her thigh, to her knee. When it began it's ascension, it ran along the inside of her thigh. His other hand lowered to trace the curve of her breast with the backs of his fingers. As his thumb began to rub against her nipple, she felt him slip a finger from his other hand inside her.

"How's that?" he asked, "Better?"

"Yes!" she gasped.

He inserted another finger. "Better?"

"Much better," she whispered breathlessly.

They began kissing again, and soon Claire was moaning against his lips. He removed his right hand, and after a few moments, she felt the tip of his swollen member pushing at the core of her womanhood.

"Jack!" she gasped.

"My turn to try something new," he said against her neck. In one smooth thrust, he buried himself inside her.

He tilted her head back for another kiss as he began to move very slowly, in the timeless rhythm of love. Holding her close with his right arm, his left hand lowered and resumed caressing and fondling her breasts, as he repeatedly thrust into her, with slow, even strokes.

They had never made love in this position before, and though she had been somewhat reluctant at first, it soon became quite clear to Jack by the way Claire's body reacted to his touch, and the little whimpering sounds of pleasure she made against his lips, that she was obviously enjoying herself very much.

Claire covered Jack's right arm with her own, rubbing back and forth with her hand. Sliding it all the way down, she slid her fingers inside the spaces between Jack's, as he began to increase the pace of their lovemaking. He closed his fingers over hers.

Claire guided his hand down between her legs. Needing no further hint, he quickly responded to her silent request. It wasn't very long before Jack felt her spasm as the first wave of release shuddered through her body. Immediately, he pulled out of her and backed away. Laying his hand on her shoulder, he rolled her to her back and quickly covered her body with his own, and entered her again. Wave after wave of orgasm overcame her as Jack, insensible now to anything but the intense pleasure created by the joining of their bodies, thrust swiftly into her, over and over. Claire was still shuddering her release, crying out loudly, when, with a final, almost brutal thrust, Jack exploded deep inside her, his cries mingling with hers.

Too exhausted and content to move, he lay on her for sometime as they both waited for their breathing to return to normal. After a time, he adjusted himself a little lower, so that his head was resting against her chest, and less of his weight was on her. She began to stroke his hair, still damp from the recent exertion.

"My god, Jack...that was wonderful!" she exclaimed softly after a long, comfortable silence. "You're the most incredible lover! I've never known passion like this before...never enjoyed being with a man so much. What do you think it is that makes it so good between us?"

He was silent for a moment before replying. "Love, Claire," he said at last, "Its the love that makes it so good. I've never experienced passion like ours before, either, and I'm sure it's because I've never felt this way about a woman before. I love you....adore you. You excite me to distraction."

"I love you, Jack!" she exclaimed. "Until I met you, I'd never really been in love before. I thought I had. But when I realized I loved you, I understood that I had only been playing at love before."

"I feel the same way," he told her, and she reached down to kiss the top of his head. "You know....you could have completely taken advantage of me when you had me tied up. It's not as though I'd have been able to fight back."

"Jeeze, Jack...you know I'd never do something like that."

"I know.... I have to admit though, I was a little worried at first when you put the blindfold on me...and then with that camera comment. But I think it was the lack of control that worried me, as opposed to any real fear that you would do something to me that I disliked. I think maybe I thought you'd use it as some sort of power play, turn into a dominatrix on me, or some such bullshit. But instead, you used it as a way to enhance the excitement for both of us, showing me just how much I could really trust you." At this point, he rolled off her, and laying on his side, pulled her into an embrace, facing him. The kissed languidly for a few minutes. "I love you, Claire. Even if you are a helluva tease."

She punched his shoulder lightly. "I'm not a tease," she said, mock-offended.

"Oh yes you are."

She smiled hugely. "Okay...so I am....but you love it."

"Damn right."

They kissed some more, and Claire said, "C'mon...we're all sticky from the honey...let's go take a shower."

"I'd rather take a bath."

"Would you? Why?"

"Because I can think of nothing I'd like better at the moment than to have your warm, wet body on top of mine."

"Bath it is."

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