03-26-2023, 05:39 PM
The whisper flushed her reaction warm, and for the briefest moment, his expression was painfully vulnerable that she might not reciprocate. Then her gaze darkened sultry, and vulnerability abdicated in favor of longing. The hint of a smile tugged his mouth, but he did not move more than the slow lowering of his gaze. As the buttons parted, his breathing quickened and for perhaps the first time in forty years a spell was cast upon him that he did not want to break.
He wanted slowness and warmth. That Noémi gave willingly, reading him as though their thoughts were shared. After her blouse pooled to the floor, her skirt slipped away next. The outline of the garments beneath scrolled shadows across her skin. His fingers traced the design at her hip while she undressed him in turn. His tie was pulled away, dropped forgotten to the floor. Then the jacket pushed from his shoulders. There was another layer to the sheen of his shirt that when she opened the line of it down his chest, he wondered if she would notice the tensile fibers inside. Most did not, but her sultry eyes saw more than most. He briefly wondered what she would make of the gnarled scars on his arm.
There wasn't much thought left to wonder, though. Her touch was exquisite. Not in the way of the power of the universe, which was incomparable, but that the desire came from another being focused entirely on him. Nikolai was firmly under her spell, but he would not close his eyes to what was happening. Drifting freely was not his desire. He wanted to remember, and to do that, he watched her every movement. He drank in the shadows dancing on her bare skin, and memorized the play of her lips when they brushed his. The first time was always the last time in his experience, and he assumed she would be no different. Something always changed the following day. Awe followed him to the bed, and rapture and pleasure fulfilled slept at his shoulder. In the night, Nikolai was a god of darkness unattainable, but he couldn’t bear the possibility that a woman would inevitably be disappointed they woke up with a mere man. So this was all he had, these precious moments when he remained the deity, and it would be enough.
Then a moment came when arousal filled the space tight in his shorts and he was done waiting. An intensity closed his mouth around hers. His tongue tasted the softness inside her mouth, and together they walked toward the bedroom.
He wanted slowness and warmth. That Noémi gave willingly, reading him as though their thoughts were shared. After her blouse pooled to the floor, her skirt slipped away next. The outline of the garments beneath scrolled shadows across her skin. His fingers traced the design at her hip while she undressed him in turn. His tie was pulled away, dropped forgotten to the floor. Then the jacket pushed from his shoulders. There was another layer to the sheen of his shirt that when she opened the line of it down his chest, he wondered if she would notice the tensile fibers inside. Most did not, but her sultry eyes saw more than most. He briefly wondered what she would make of the gnarled scars on his arm.
There wasn't much thought left to wonder, though. Her touch was exquisite. Not in the way of the power of the universe, which was incomparable, but that the desire came from another being focused entirely on him. Nikolai was firmly under her spell, but he would not close his eyes to what was happening. Drifting freely was not his desire. He wanted to remember, and to do that, he watched her every movement. He drank in the shadows dancing on her bare skin, and memorized the play of her lips when they brushed his. The first time was always the last time in his experience, and he assumed she would be no different. Something always changed the following day. Awe followed him to the bed, and rapture and pleasure fulfilled slept at his shoulder. In the night, Nikolai was a god of darkness unattainable, but he couldn’t bear the possibility that a woman would inevitably be disappointed they woke up with a mere man. So this was all he had, these precious moments when he remained the deity, and it would be enough.
Then a moment came when arousal filled the space tight in his shorts and he was done waiting. An intensity closed his mouth around hers. His tongue tasted the softness inside her mouth, and together they walked toward the bedroom.