Nora
The twilight sky is brushed in iridescent strokes of coral and gold. In Holden’s arms, anything feels possible. Holden leans even closer, so close, I can breathe in his scent. He smells wild, free—like fire wood and pine. His beard rubs against my hair, pulling strands wild. He explores the valleys and plains of my body with his lips. Sunlight fades above the canopy of trees, bathing the woods in deepening shadows. Knowing I leave tomorrow, lights panic ablaze in my belly. I’m not ready to leave. His knuckles brush slowly along the curve of my cheek.
“Dance with me,” he says. His hand outstretched toward me.
“What?” I laugh with nerves.
“Dance with me.” I bite my lip and take his hand.
“But there is no music,” I laugh out.
“Sure there is, just listen,” he says, pulling me to him until we are chest to chest. I sling one arm around his neck and rest my head over his heart.
“Close your eyes,” he whispers into my hair. I do as I’m told. He moves us languidly and soon the wind and the leaves become the music we sway to. Stars begin to sparkle like tiny diamonds against a velvety backdrop, not a cloud to be found. We dance under the full moon amid the trees.
“Do you have to leave?”
I sigh. “I do. I can’t believe it’s been three months already.”
He pulls back slightly, twists a lock of my hair around his finger. “Are you ready?” he asks. Some flicker of intuition tells me that I am not ready to feel his touch but I say, “Yes,” even though I can no longer hear my own voice over the sound of my heartbeat.
My knees are too weak to stand in his arms. He scoops me into his arms and carries me to his bedroom before setting me down. He strips my clothes off and admires me as he rids himself of his. “I want to make you whimper, Nora. Make you scream. Make you cum.” I am shocked silent at his words. Not even my breath makes a sound. Holden walks me in reverse until the backs of my legs come in contact with the metal frame of his bed, the soft edge of the mattress pushes against the backs of my knees.
“Give me your mouth,” he says. His expression is greedy and it makes my stomach flip. “Don’t play with me, Nora. The things I’ve dreamed of doing to your body,” his words die off as I inch my lips to his. He lays me down. “Give me your hands,” he commands. I place my hands extended outward for him. He takes them, thumbs grazing the tender skin and pushes them above my head in a vice like grip.
My breath is ragged. I have never felt more prepared for anything before. I am ready to give Holden whatever he wants. I trust that he will take care of me, be tender and make me feel pleasure I’ve never encountered before. I cannot wait to tell Aubry about him. About this moment.
His lips graze my jaw line. My neck. My collarbone. He suckles my nipple before biting. I cry out in pain. “Open your eyes, Nora.” I do as I am told. His face is directly above mine. “Do you trust me?” he asks. I let out a shaky breath.
“Yes.”
“Then let me give you pleasure.”
“Yes,” I murmur. He returns to my breasts—arms still pinned above my head. He suckles again. He bites again. I squeeze my eyes shut and my thighs together. I dig my nails into the flesh of his forearm. He groans. The pleasure is laced with pain. His fingers release my wrists, as he nibbles his way from my décolletage downward. He buries his face in my belly and releases a breath that warms my skin. The rough pads of his fingers drag down my arms, my ribs and grip my hips possessively. Holden presses his face between my legs and shakes his head—spreading them. His beard scratching my inner thighs.
“I don’t want you to leave tomorrow,” he says into my seam. His breath hot. I am wet with anticipation. Releasing my hips, his hands toy with my lips before spreading them wide. I don’t want to leave either—not right now—but I say nothing. The first lick of his tongue causes me to shudder. His fingers hold me open. Bared to him in the most intimate way. He wastes no time exploring every centimeter of my core and surrounding area. My thighs tremble, as if strained. I am not in control of my body any longer. Holden is.
He takes me to the brink. My hips buck. My muscles tense. He pulls away, a sloppy grin on his face. A mewl of frustration leaks from me. Crawling up me, he stops and hovers above my face. “Taste yourself.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and pull his lips to mine. His tongue darts in and out of my mouth. My own flavor on my lips, my tongue. I wiggle beneath him to alleviate the sensation between my legs. He tuts at me. “No.” I still.
Holden reaches below the bed. His arm comes up with rope. I blink. “I don’t think . . .” He halts my protest with a finger over my lips.
“Give me your wrist,” he says. I hesitate but do so. He ties it to the bedpost. The other follows suit and then he is between my legs, securing my ankles to the foot posts. I am spread eagle and unable to move.
Lifting my head, I begin to speak but he shushes me. “You wiggle too much, Nora. You can come when I tell you to.” My brow furrows. “Don’t worry, I will tell you to.” I drop my head to the pillow—frustrated. I thought men wanted an active participant between the sheets.
Holden places a knee on either side of me. His stiff cock bounces slightly above my face. I blush. He grins. “Open.”
I lick my lips then open wide. “Suck me, Nora.”
A pang of embarrassment hits me. Before I can examine it, Holden drives his cock into my mouth. I gag.
“Relax,” he says. With hands splayed on the wall above the bed, he pushes in again. I do my best to relax my throat and accommodate him. Soon, there is a rhythm to his thrusts. I suck and move my tongue around his cock. His groans spur me on. His pace increases, as does the severity of his thrusts. I do not know if I am doing well or if I am messing this up big time. I gag again but he does not stop. Hot salty liquid hits the back of my throat. I swallow because there is no other option. Holden’s body shakes with his release. When he withdraws from me, the look in his eye is adoring. His skin is peaked. I did that. I caused his entire being to flush and shake. A swell of awe breaches my chest.
“Watch us.” He tucks a spare pillow under my head before aligning himself at my seam. The first thrust is tantalizingly languid. His length disappears inside me, then appears again. He braces his hands on my hips. His fingers dig in my flesh as he slams into me. I squeal. Holden chuckles but keeps going. I drop my head back and hang on to the ropes. My ankles burn from the friction. My wrists smart. He drives in hard enough, that I can feel his balls slap against me. One hand goes to my clit and begins making small circles. My thighs fight against being bound, naturally wanting to circle around Holden’s hips as heat builds at my core and begins travelling upward. He pinches my clit and I cry out. But he is already smoothing his thumb over it. Soothing it again. I want to touch him. I want to be a part of this moment. But I can’t. My back arches and Holden abandons my clit. His hands grip my hips and lift. The angle does something queer to my insides and I pant.
Holden drives in, circles his hips and pulls out repeatedly. My eyes roll backward. My limbs stretch and pull against the bindings. “Come, Nora.” Holden’s voice sets my soul on fire. With one arm under my lower back, keeping me lifted, his other hand splayed on my lower belly, he drives in, circles and pulses without pulling out. My breath gets caught in my throat. A gasp paused in time.
My heels dig into the bed, my hips grind against him. Who is this vixen taking hold of my body? Holden’s hand on my abdomen applies slight pressure and I fall off the precipice. A throaty grunt leaves me. A sound I have never heard myself make before and little jolts of electricity shoot through my body. My vagina pulsates around his cock. Milking it. Every contraction sends a lightning bolt of pleasure through my belly. Holden releases me. Kisses my forehead when he unties my wrists. Kisses my instep when he unties my ankles. I reach for him but a naughty grin is plastered on his face. He fingers my lips apart to the point of discomfort and then, “Now it’s time for round two.”
His mouth covers my clit and he sucks hard enough for my thighs to close around his head on their own accord.
I wake with Holden’s arm heavy across my waist. Birds begin to chatter. His breath on my shoulder tickles. I cannot quell my grin, even as sorrow fills my chest.
Today I go home.