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Her body shook slightly and she ached to get closer to him, but instead, she stayed still and quiet like he had instructed her, falling further and further under the power he had over her with each second that passed. He leaned forward so that his mouth brushed against her ear but his body stayed just far enough away that she couldn't yet feel his heat.
"Their sense of hearing," he gently whispered and she heard a fluttering sound followed by the soft metallic hiss of his zipper going down.
"Their sense of taste."
The tip of his tongue lightly brushed and parted her lips as she opened her mouth further to take him in even further. An instant later, his finger touched her tongue and she tasted something salty and slightly sweet against his skin. She closed her lips tightly around his finger and gave a gentle suck, pulling more of the taste into her mouth.
"Their sense of anticipation."
His fingers came to the buttons on the front of her shirt and worked their way down, releasing them at a torturously slow pace. When her shirt finally sprang open, she felt him blow a stream of cool air across the swell over her breasts and down the soft curve of her stomach. She whimpered and the feeling stopped. As soon as she quieted, the air returned and continued along the dip of her waist and then along the top of her pants to trace from hipbone to hipbone. Her hands lifted slightly and wrapped around the chains, gripping them tightly to give herself stability against the intense feeling.
The fear was gone now, replaced by absolute focus on the sound of his breath, the lingering taste of his skin on her tongue, and the shivering anticipation of further touch. This focus was so deep it startled her when his hands came to the shackle at one wrist and released it. He caught her hand as it dropped and she heard him whisper again.
"Their sense of touch."
He drew her hand closer to him and she felt him place it on his firm chest, then slowly guide it down so she could feel the smooth, hard ripples of his abs. She felt the trail of coarse hair leading down from his navel and she let him trace it with her hand until her fingertips brushed the soft, hot skin of his erection. A moan escaped her and she bit down on her bottom lip, but before she could wrap her hand around him, he lifted it up again. He touched his lips to the inside of her wrist and Madison felt her knees buckle slightly.
"If there are spirits down here," he whispered, "What do you think they are thinking?"
"That you should release my other hand."
"Oh, really?"
Noah stepped closer, bringing her free hand to the back of his neck and pressing down on it so that she held him. She could feel his hard thick shaft graze her belly and her breath caught as he pressed against her to stroke it against her smooth skin.
"Mmmmhmmmm," she murmured in affirmation.
"And why is that?"
He nipped her bottom lip with his teeth and she moaned ever so softly.
"So I can explore my senses more."
Noah released her other hand and she immediately combed her fingers back through his hair, gripping the back of his head so she could pull his mouth directly onto hers. Her wet lips parted willingly beneath his and their tongues tangled.
"Which senses?" he asked breathlessly when their kiss finally broke.
"Hearing," she whispered and bit into his neck, bringing out a deep groan.
Madison smiled and kissed the place she had just bitten.
"Touch."
She hungrily kissed her way along his neck and then brought her fingers to his broad shoulders so she could run them down his thick arms to his large hands. Once they traced beyond his fingertips, she brought her hands back to his chest and flattened them, smoothing them down his chest and tight stomach so she could feel every curve and plane of his body. Her fingernails scraped lightly over his hipbones and she heard his breath catch in his throat.
"Taste."
Madison lowered herself to her knees. Using the position of her hands as guidance, she leaned forward through the darkness and ran the tip of her tongue slowly along the underside of his shaft. When she reached the head, she was rewarded with the same slightly sweet, salty taste he had spread on her tongue as she gathered a drop of liquid that slipped across the tip. The darkness around her brought incredible awareness to each of these senses, elevating the experience so that she could revel in the tiniest details of her fingers tightening on his hips, the groans emanating from his throat, and his hips rocking subtly to press the his ridged and eager cock against her soft lips. She complied with the request, opening her soft mouth further and drawing his entire length across her wanting tongue.
Noah's hands dug feverishly into her hair and she felt the muscles of his hips begin to spasm as he seemed to arch back slightly, his sounds increasing so they seemed to surround her and push her forward. She had just gotten into a smooth, steady rhythm when sudden footsteps made her pause.
"Noah?"
Jesse's voice rang throughout the basement and Madison felt Noah begin to pull away, but she held him in place, unwilling to release him just yet
"Back here," Noah called in a slightly strangled voice.
She smiled, loving how the simple glide of her mouth was shattering the dark, intense shell around him. Jesse's footsteps approached.
"I've been listening to what your recorder's been picking up. There've been some interesting," the beam of a flashlight fell on her and Madison heard the air stream out of Jesse as he paused a few feet from them, "…EVPs."
Madison hadn't realized that Noah had his recorder with him, or that it linked directly to Jesse so that he could listen to whatever the recorder picked up in real time. She glanced up at Noah and from the look on his face, he had forgotten about it, too. The thought that Jesse had been listening, however, just made her body clench harder and a shiver that had nothing to do with the eeriness of the space roll down her spine.
Carefully withdrawing Noah from her mouth, she took the waistband of the pants pooled at his ankles and pulled them up as she stood, catching his lips in a kiss before taking the tips of his fingers in hers and guiding him toward Jesse. When she reached the slightly flustered-looking man, she released Noah's fingers and lifted her hand to trace the lines of Jesse's face, then brush her fingertips across his lips.