Unwanted Heat

Kenzie

“Sweetheart,” he whispers just before his lips find mine. His arms wrap around me waist, holding me tight against him. The kiss is gentle, sweet and full of emotion, quickly taking my breath away along with everything that happened tonight. Within seconds the only thing that matters is Nicholas…

“Are you sure, baby?” he asks when his fingers find the zipper at the side of my dress.

“Please.”

His fingers tease my skin as he slowly lowers the zipper of the dress. With his lips never leaving mine, he gently tugs the straps of the gown down my arms, which has it pooling on the floor within seconds.

“I’ve been wondering if you had any panties on under this dress all night,” he takes a step back from me so he can take in the barely there fabric covering my sex. The dress was well fitted but thankfully included panties that wouldn’t show lines. Essentially, it’s a piece of very thin black string that goes around my waist and between my ass cheeks before connecting to a very small piece of black lace that barely covers my sex.

“Turn around,” Nicholas requests and I do so slowly, letting him take everything in. “Hell, those have got to be the sexiest panties I’ve ever seen.”

I laugh and blush at the same time at his bluntness; he takes my hand so I can step out of the dress before leading me to the bedroom. I sit on the edge of the bed, leaning down to take off my shoes when Nicholas stops me and guides me back up to him.

“Leave them on,” his lips are on mine before I can respond. I moan when he sucks my lip into his mouth while pressing his erection against my sex. The entire room seems to heat up, as our breathing increases and our desires begin to take over. Reaching between us, I unbutton his shirt before sliding it down his shoulders. He quickly tosses it to the side before lifting me onto the bed, laying me down so he is over me. He alternates between kissing, sucking and nibbling at my skin as he slowly makes his way down my body. Taking his time, he slowly makes his way to the panties he admired only a short time ago. His mouth is on me with only the thin fabric of the panties is separating us. I moan as he teases me with them, the material rubbing against my bare skin. My hips come off the bed… either as an offering or because I’m begging him for more.

“You taste so good,” he groans against my skin, the vibrations going straight through me. He teases me for what feels like hours before finally moving my panties aside, so I can finally have him against my skin. His fingers slide through my wet folds as his tongue flicks my clit over and over and over again. I’m right there… right on the glorious edge… about to fall over-but I can’t. Out of nowhere, I hear her voice in my head again…

“You’re never going to amount to anything… you’ll never be good at anything. You’re going to turn out just like your mothera complete waste!”

“Kenzie… baby… where’d you go?” Nicholas is back over me, his eyes on mine.

“I’m sorry…” I whisper.

“We don’t have to do this-”

“I need to… I need to forget… please,” I beg. I can’t imagine how pathetic I must sound right now, but I need to find a way to get her out of my head. “I know if I close my eyes right now, I’ll be back in her house. I don’t want to go back there… I can’t. Please, help me forget for a little while, just a little while.”

I can see the internal battle he is having with himself as he takes in my words. Before he can tell me how crazy I know I sound, I reach up and pull his lips to mine. He groans when I run my tongue across his lips and I can practically feel the moment the fight leaves his body.

“Can I ask you something?” his breath his hot against my ear as he slowly grinds his erection against my sex.

“Hmmmmm,” I mumble.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” my voice is clear and firm as I answer his question before he can even take a breath. “Of course, I trust you.”

“I want to try something… it might help you forget for a little while. Would that be okay?”

“Yes,” I don’t know what he wants to try but I know I trust him. He wouldn’t do anything to hurt me, so whatever he is considering, I’m not worried. He lifts his head, his eyes searching mine for a few minutes, before he must see whatever he was looking for.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

“I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere,” he kisses me, before quickly jumping off the bed, and leaving the room. I have no idea where he is or what he is doing, but I do as he asked and stay on the bed waiting for him. It’s a little weird to be lying on a bed, nearly naked, and just waiting, but thankfully only a few minutes pass before he returns. He has a towel over something in his arms, which he quickly places on the floor before turning off the light. The only light in the room is coming from the city lights below our window.

“Close your eyes, baby,” he whispers and the moment I do, I feel him slip something soft over my eyes. My hands instantly go to my face and I find the silk eye mask that I saw in the bathroom earlier today, covering my eyes. I’ve never been blindfolded before; I wait for the panic to set in, at not knowing what’s going to happen, or not being able to see what’s happening but it doesn’t come.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes.”

“If at any point you’re not comfortable or something doesn’t feel good, just tell me. Promise me you’ll tell me if I do something to bother you

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“You won’t, Nicholas, but I promise.”

“I’m going to put ear buds in next,” I feel him move a wire under the back of my neck. “You’re going to hear music and probably won’t be able to hear me, but I will be able to hear you. At any time you’re uncomfortable-”

“I’ll tell you, I promise,” I reassure him.

He presses the ear buds firmly into my ears and within moments, I hear soft, soothing music coming from the playlist on his phone. I feel him leave the bed, but I have no idea where he goes; I can’t see anything and the only thing I hear is the music. I sigh in relief, a little while later when the bed dips again. He takes one ear bud from my ear, and I immediately feel the warmth of his breath against my skin. He takes my hands in his, one at a time, before sliding them under the pillow that my head rests on.

“Keep your hands right here; grab the pillow if you have to, but don’t move them otherwise,” he instructs.

“I won’t.”

Without saying another word, the ear bud is back in my ear and I’m lost to the soft sounds of the piano playing. I don’t know how much time passes, as I realize the song I’m listening to must be on repeat because it doesn’t seem to end. Eventually, I feel the bed dip once again, I can sense him over me, yet I still jump in surprise when I feel his warm hands on my arms. He must have put some sort of oil on his hands; it leaves behind a smooth silky feeling. He rubs my arms, shoulders and neck gently before slowly continuing down my body. His touch isn’t necessarily sexual, but at the same time I’m finding myself once again turned on. Not being able to see, hear or touch him is… different especially since I have no idea what he has planned.

His hands move to my stomach and my hips, slowly massaging each area. I moan when his hands slip underneath me so he can rub my back. I can feel his bare chest against my breasts when he pushes me closer to him as he reaches my shoulders. I want so badly to reach out to him, to pull him closer to me so I can kiss him, but instead I clutch at the pillow under my head reminding myself of his instructions.

His hands move back to my front before working their way down to my legs. By the time he finishes massaging my legs, I’m completely and utterly relaxed. The music changes to something a little quicker and the bed dips yet again.

“Ah!” I call out in surprise when his very hot hands find my breasts. I don’t know what is on his hands but whatever it is quickly heats up my skin. As he pinches my nipples, my back arches off the bed pushing myself further into his hands. His hands are all over my chest, rubbing the heated oil into my skin. The combination of the heat and his hands on me pushes even closer to the wonderful edge I was teetering on only a short time ago. I can only hope this time…

“Holy Shit that’s cold!” I scream when what I can only assume is an ice cube is slowly slid down the center of my chest, yet never touching the still heated skin of my breasts. The ice cube is all over me, but he continues to avoid my breasts and nipples, which feel as if they are on fire. All the different sensations are driving me crazy-I don’t know where he is going to touch me next or with what.

I moan when the ice slides across my lips; opening my mouth, I suck on the ice cube allowing the cold melted water to slide down my throat. Just as quickly as it was placed against my lips, it is slid away. This time he slowly slides the ice around each of my breasts and over my hardened nipples. I groan as the combined feeling of the scorching heat and the cold ice seems to go straight to my sex. I’m right there… right at the edge… I swear if he even touched me right now I would be done. I can’t believe I’m this turned on and he’s barely touched me-

“AHHHHH!” The ice quickly skates over my sex, pausing briefly on my clit, making me practically jump off the bed. I’m reaching for him but his hand quickly guides mine back to the pillow.

His hands are on my thighs, opening me up to him, before I feel the cold of the ice once again slide over me. This time, it’s followed by his warm fingers that tease my opening before moving to my clit. The pressure is minimal, just enough to keep me right on the edge, but not enough to push me over.

“Nicholas… please…” I beg as the need becomes too much. Just when I don’t think I can take it anymore, I feel him at my opening, slowly pushing something into me, at the exact moment he pinches my clit. I scream out his name, long and hard, as what must be the remaining piece of ice is pushed into my sex sending me right over that edge. I can feel the ice cold water dripping out me just before Nicholas plunges into me. I don’t know if the first orgasm hasn’t ended, or if another one is starting, but suddenly it’s not my breasts that are on fire.

When his lips find mine, I let go of the pillow and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him even closer to me. His chest is against mine; my legs are wrapped around his waist as he thrusts into me. I don’t know how it’s possible, but a few thrusts later and a pinch of my nipple, he once again has me coming apart at the seams.

His hand slips under me, lifting me even closer to him, allowing him to slide impossibly further into me. He thrusts hard and deep against me several more times, before I feel his release warm me from the inside out. His breath is hot against my neck as he collapses onto me. I love the way his heavy body feels against mine. In this moment, I’m reminded of just how far we have really come since we first met.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you at all?” he removes the ear bud and lifts some of his weight from me. I push the eye mask off of my eyes so I can finally see him again; his eyes are full of worry and concern.

“Not at all; that was… God I don’t think there are any words to describe that,” amazing is the only thing that comes to mind, but it doesn’t seem remotely close enough, to describe what just happened between us.

He rolls onto his side, taking me with him so our connection remains intact. His arm slips under the pillow that my head rests on as he holds me against him.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Anything, baby,” his response is quick and without hesitation.

“Why did you use the blindfold and music? I’m not complaining because wow… that was really amazing but…”

“I took a gamble,” he explains. “I assumed that you couldn’t come earlier, because you got lost in your head. By limiting your senses, essentially taking away your sight, hearing and touch, you were forced to focus on what was going on around you. I hoped that if I turned everything else off, that you would only be able to focus on me. Without being able to see or hear me, you would constantly be on alert trying to figure out what I would do next. And if you were doing that, you wouldn’t be able to get lost in your head again.”

And that’s when I realize I did exactly what he described: I concentrated on what he was doing rather than worrying about everything that happened earlier today. I was able to focus on what he was doing and trying to figure out what he would do next, instead of worrying about what tomorrow would bring.

“Did not being able to see or hear me bother you?” he asks softly and when my eyes meet his, I can still see the worry in them.

“Not at all,” I kiss him to reassure him. “I’ve never been blindfolded before…” “And?”

“It was… a real turn on,” I whisper in admission.

“It makes your other senses even stronger.”

“Is that why you used the heat and ice?”

“That and because it also kept you in the moment.”

“Thank you,” I wrap my arms around him and burry my face into his neck. “That was… there really are no words, but it was truly amazing. Thank you, for knowing how to give me what I needed when I didn’t think it was possible.”

“Baby, I will always find ways to make you come,” he chuckles and moves his now hardened erection deeper into me.

I have no idea what time it is when we finally fall asleep, all I know is that the next time I open my eyes the sun is shining brightly through the window as we had slept with the curtains open all night. Nicholas is sound asleep next to me; if it wasn’t for the need to use the bathroom, I probably would just fall back to sleep. After seeing Estelle again last night, I expected to have the hardest time sleeping and assumed I would have multiple nightmares. I didn’t though; after we made love a second time, I fell right to sleep and stayed asleep the entire night.