Wildcards

Chapter 2

"Honey, I'm home!". Everly could faintly hear Michael's voice declaring as he walked down the hallway leading towards the bedroom.

She still had her apartment; but since the blossoming of their relationship, she's been spending almost every night in his house.

When night fell, she showered off the stickiness of the long day and without intending to- found herself giving in to the exhaustion.

Arriving an hour later to find her in a deep slumber, he obviously had other plans.

He didn't speak when he slid into bed; just kissed the back of her ear and nibbled on the lobe, hoping the reaction of her body would tell him how far gone she really was.

Michael didn't want to outright wake her, but he did need her awake.

She'd been on his mind the entire day; seducing him without even being physically around.

She had occupied his mind in every moment he wasn't fixating on his current case.

In their two months of being together, he was slowly learning that she wasn't the kind of woman one easily got out of their system.

He'd seen her seep into his life like the slow drip of an IV, stimulating his mind and reviving his soul.

Such that every time he craved her and the love she had to give, he found himself wondering how he had ever lived without her for that long.

"You're sleeping." He said softly, still testing the waters.

"Mmm," was all she gave him as she turned to face him.

"It's way earlier than your usual bedtime." He noted, kissing the bridge of her nose and snuggling her closer.

"Rough day." She murmured, as she gave him a struggling-to-keep-her-eyes-open look.

In that instant he wondered if he was supposed to let her get some rest,or just... give her a rough night to cancel out the rough day.

"I can think of many ways to keep you awake," he chuckled as he used her exact line from that morning. "Besides, we made plans."

Now that he had mentioned it and she was slowly awakening, she remembered the plans he was talking about.

During the day, she had received a text from him saying : 'That sweet shade of innocence you like to wear? Along with everything else you're wearing...is coming off tonight.'

She had gotten the text just after her infuriating exam paper. And now she blushed scarlet when she remembered how she sighed after reading the text; and especially how a frisson of excitement had run up her spine- making her drip with anticipation from all the things that her mind conjured up.

He loved letting her know how well she kept his dirty mind occupied.

She, on the other hand- loved the feel of him, especially in her mind.

And she couldn't help but love his commands, more especially how his dominant nature aroused and awakened her mind and body at all times.

The memory of them together excited her too.

Such that she started to crave him instantly- so deeply that it was a physical ache.

She yearned for how his hands felt on her wrists. He thought about the mingling of his strength with her softness.

Her knees came together in an instant when his control and leadership playing well with her submission came to mind.

She thought about his needs and her trust. Their love. His rough hands, tender lips, hard body, and soft soul.

And during her daydream, she found herself needing him.

Not in the codependent or damsel in distress sort of way. But needed to be near him and feel his strength.

When she got the text she knew that she was still in for a long tiring day ahead, but when the time came she'd be ready for him in every way- wanting, wet, willing.

"What did you have in mind?" she finally managed to ask.

"Truth?"

"Truth."

"I always want to make love to you. Softly, fiercely, constantly... every night...and wake up every morning to our bodies wanting more. But not tonight. Or at least not right now." He whispered as he kissed her neck.

"I'm listening." She urged him, releasing the breath she'd been holding and tried to focus on literally anything else but the searing heat building inside her.

"Remember your curiosity about being denied sight and if it heightens the other senses?"

"You mean my wine ramblings?"

He shrugged, "wine inspired curiosity, whatever you want to call it. I want you to find out tonight." He said while his fingers trailed down her spine in a gentle slow caress. Slow hands of his. Subtle yet seductive and possessive .Always making her body wild and driving her insane.

One thing about them; they both found it important to keep the spark alive at all times- irregardless of the stage of their relationship. They always wanted to make each other feel loved, needed and desired. And it had been working thus far.

A smirk crept over his face as he studied her silence.

"What's the matter? Afraid of a little temptation?" He taunted,already predicting how she'd respond to being challenged like that.

"When am I ever?" she asked with a slight shiver; her body responding with the mindless action of the flesh.

She liked to surprise him. He often thought she'd be afraid, that she'd not follow. But she... she followed him straight into the darkness; stepping confidently into his world, walking along the path of their most perverted desires. Always willing to try new things. And if a bit of pain came along with the pleasure, she welcomed it too with a smirk. See, she used to be afraid. Until she realized that he saw her, the real her that she hid so well from the world; free, unashamed, wild and uninhibited. And that's how she knew that in his tender grip she was safe. In his arms, she was free to explore all the thoughts forbidden, impure or sensual. He didn't judge, only pleased. To him, she could be the seductress of his dreams. His most taboo temptation, or the coming alive of his darkest desire. All that and so much more. He never made her do something she didn't want to do, though. Only made her discover those things she never imagined she'd love doing. And tonight was no different.

Theirs wasn't just a physical connection. It was emotional, mindful and spiritual. Understanding what each one of them yearned for unlocked more than just unbridled passion. About him; she understood that some wants, some needs didn't seek the light out- they were dark and meant to stay that way. About her; he understood that like every other woman- she had desires that only trust could reveal. And every intimate moment, was about each one of them teaching and learning how the other wished to be pleased.

Fatigue of a long day fast faded away as she mentally prepared for what was certain to be a long night.

She got out of bed; slowly undressed- not for a second taking her eyes off his. This eye contact was one that held power. She bit her lip when she saw him being studious like that. Nerves threatened to betray her every time she spent a second longer thinking about what was to come. But she didn't back out. She couldn't- the desire to please him was overwhelming. She always wanted to indulge in him, in the most decadent ways. She always hungered to lose herself in the passion that he ignited.

When she sat back next to him, he retrieved the necktie from the bedside table to use as a blindfold. He cherished the lady she was, but there were those nights when he wanted them to toss the proper manners aside and break a few rules- and tonight seemed fitting.

She lay down; posture so inviting.

She dreaded and loved her blindfold. Dreaded it because she wasn't in control, loved it because her senses were heightened to the max. She could hear him walking around the room.

Then, because of his weight on the bed, she felt him leaning in on her. Her senses were on edge at that point. Even more so when she heard the words he was whispering in her ear...

"You're in charge,okay?" he said in an already husky voice. "If you hate it or want me to stop, just let me know."

She simply nodded,words refusing to be found. After all, this was an affair of the mind- forcing her body to obey every whim and demand. All that was left from there, was sitting back and enjoying the ride.

Denying her sight not only made her other senses more acute, but confused her mind as well. She strained her ears to hear his approach, his unexpected touch covering her body with chills. Her skin tingled with excitement and anticipation every time his fingertips lightly caressed her sensitive spots. Easily making this sensory deprivation of the most delicious kind.

He obviously aimed to catapult her into a frenzy of orgasmic eruption...but first, he wanted to tease her...to trace her...to memorize her curves...to tantalize her....to taste her.

With her back arched, he began teasing her most delicate erogenous areas. Her moans were slowly rising to a crescendo of lustful cries as his hands passionately held her in place where he wanted her- proving that there truly is an irresistible danger in a man that knows how to use his hands.

Each of his slow, soft, wet and deliberate kisses punctuated a trail of his intention across her trembling skin, missing no corner in its wake. As if the intention was to travel through the world of her body and take his time in every city.

She felt blood rushing to the regions of her body that she associated with naughtiness,and she was powerless to stop it. Leaving her body with goosebumps, butterflies, weak knees and climactic screams.

She loved how he took his time with her...where most men rushed like eager little boys, he was different. She knew it. And so did he.

But her whimpers became impatient protests and pleas when he started marking his territory with hickeys on her inner thighs. It was almost as if he did it just to get this reaction out of her. And maybe he did. Kisses were after all like real estate- all about location, location,location.

He stopped when the moans started sounding broken, and he could hear her breathing getting harder and felt the slight trembling of her legs. And in studying her in that moment, he couldn't see how she could ever be anything else but his.

In pursuit of bringing her pleasure,he needed no map to find her treasure.

With her legs splayed; delicate pink voluptuous lips of her flesh parted to the sides, velvet folds wet with desire- he put her out of her misery.

Her body language said a lot more than her words ever could, as his mouth found the spot her body had been longing for endlessly.

His dominant presence broke something loose in her. It was as if the cords of her restraint had snapped. Feral, lustful need begged to be set free and demanded utter abandon.

In that moment,she surrendered herself completely to him...not an inch of her body,mind or soul was off limits. His talented tongue, delightedly devoured her.

And when she quivered in ecstasy, he redoubled his efforts. Until he had her on edge, moaning his praises, succumbing...sated.

She stopped breathing due to the intensity, suspended elation. She wanted to revel in that one moment forever, as he introduced her to places no man had taken her before- making her to never want to leave. But this was beyond the limits of her control, so she gave in... feeling like something had blossomed deep within her and opened almost like the multitude petals of a rose, pushing back the tension in rippling waves as they bloomed until she surrendered to relaxation with a soft exclamation of surprise- leaving her legs shaking.

She hadn't realized that he was then by her side, holding her until he whispered in her ear "good girl."

What seemed like a long time after the blindfold was removed and composure regained, he tipped her chin and asked "any regrets so far?"

"No," Everly responded a little too quickly.

Truth was,she wanted him. Still. In places that the most gifted surgeons wouldn't gamble to dissect.

And now that she was wide awake, she started to feel like the night was still young.

So...in an attempt of taking matters into her own hands.

She mounted him. Impaling herself onto his long hard shaft, feeling every delicious inch of him.

She needed him deep inside her tonight, deeper than he'd ever been.

Because that's what she had been longing for all day long- them alone, skin on skin, heart beating against heart. Not a care in the world except his all consuming caresses and hungry lips. As the day came to a close,all she needed was the power of his touch and his throbbing manhood swelling between her thighs.

But before he got sucked in and found himself going along with her plan, he flipped her over and ended up on top of her. Making her gasp when he plunged himself deep inside her. Their breaths mingled, their lips touched, but it still didn't feel close enough. So he ended up having to pin her hands above her head (because some tasks are a little more... hands on), and let her soft whimpers tickle his ears. Making her heart skip a beat, like it always did every time he made that executive decision.

He had rolled them over, because he wanted to make love to her in yet another way that would teach her to relinquish control, in order to taste the freedom of euphoric release.

Or maybe enough of her was something he could gladly never get.

Hell, he may have even done it to get back at her for bringing him to his knees this morning.

Because on most days, their relationship was a powerplay. The good kind though, the kind that always made going home to each other something to look forward to.

And that time around he didn't just claim her,but took ownership-for tonight,the next day and forever.

It was hot. It was messy. It was animalistic. It was loud. It was a little rough. It was a lot dirty.

It left their skins covered with the musky scent of their love. It even resulted in crescent moon scratches on his back,caused by her nails.

But it was worth it, because buried inside her was always his favorite place. They ended up making it a weekend where no piece of furniture was off limits.And this way he knew he'd finally helped her remove the rough day from her mind.