Against the Wall Ch. 02

"You look fine."

"Thank you. I was thinking more of taking out my contacts and brushing my teeth. I mean, if it's okay with you." She gave him a smile filled with love. "Since I'm sure that whatever you're planning for me is going to be wonderful, I'd kind of like to do the little things now, so we can just tumble into bed later."

Her smile could light up a black-out, he thought. "I know what you meant." Kissing her forehead, he added, "Yeah, take a few minutes and do what you need to do, but I don't want you changing your clothes."

"You're sure about that? I mean, I have other sexy negligees for your enjoyment."

Remembering the night before, he grinned widely. "I know you do, and they're all amazing, even the ones I haven't seen." He held her hands, bringing them to his lips and kissing her palms. "I've got something in mind, Anna, and I believe you'll love it. Please, trust me on this."

Staring into his green eyes, she found herself swimming in their warmth. "I do," she breathed. "I trust you completely. You know that, don't you?" Leaning forward, she placed gentle kisses on his knuckles before slowly drawing her hands from his. "Give me five minutes, okay? And I promise... I'll leave these on."

With a nod, he let go of her hands. Watching her walk into the bathroom, he couldn't help but smile and shake his head. No matter that they'd been friends for a little over two years before they started dating, he sometimes still couldn't believe that she was with him. Even more incredible, after six months, she was getting ready to move into his home.

'What the hell did I do right?' he wondered.

Brad straightened out a few things in the main area before heading into the bedroom where he turned down the bed and removed his shoes and socks. Listening carefully, he decided he still had some time before Anna was going to be ready. He opened the closet, pulling out a bag he'd prepared the previous weekend in anticipation of her visit.

In the living area, he started by closing the sheers, leaving the curtains open, and turning off the lights. He looked around the room, trying to decide where he wanted to end up sitting, then lit a few vanilla-scented candles.

While he busied himself setting up the room, he found himself once more pondering the improbability of his hooking up with the sexy redhead. "You could have any man you want," he'd said once, shortly after they started dating. "Why would you choose me?"

"Why wouldn't I?" she'd wondered, as confused as he was.

"Look at us, Anna. We're so... different. You're slim, beautiful, outgoing, and I'm... not."

"What are you saying? I'm not supposed to love you, to want you, because -- "

"Babe, you're not from around here."

"Oh, that's such a lame cop-out."

"Let me finish." He waited for her to acknowledge him. "Around here, the girls that look like you always end up with the jocks, not the shy guys." Sitting across from her, he'd finally spilled his fears. "Anna, every time we make plans, I live with this fear that you're going to come to your senses and tell me you've decided to see someone else instead."

She stood straight, crossing her arms over her chest, clearly showing her frustration. "But I never considered myself one of the 'beautiful' girls. I was always 'the smart girl,' the one who tended to hang back while everyone else paired off. Baby, please, if I were truly so shallow as to leave you for a 'jock,' I highly doubt someone like you would have been willing to give me the time of day. You know me better than that."

Rising, he grasped her elbows, saying, "No, please, I don't mean to imply that you're shallow." He blushed, adding, "I'm sorry, I'm not very good at expressing myself sometimes."

"Take your time. I'm not going anywhere."

There was a chair behind her. Guiding her into it, he sat across from her on the coffee table, never letting go of her arm. He took a moment to collect his thoughts before looking into her eyes. "I think you remember my telling you that I'd always been flattered when you used to flirt with me at work. Even after you left, I had a great time talking with you whenever we'd run into each other around town or when you'd call with tech questions.

"That time you called me, after your blog had been hacked, was the best night of my life. Then, the next morning, there was just that little voice in the back of my head, telling me that it wouldn't last, or that I didn't deserve you, or--"

"Brad," she sighed, "I thought we talked about this." She uncrossed her arms, gracefully slipping her hands into his. "There should be no question of not being worthy, for either of us." Leaning forward, she kissed the corner of his mouth, whispering against his lightly whiskered cheek, "I love you, Honey."

He tried to speak, but she wouldn't let him. "Even when we were working together, you could always see when I was having a bad day. Yet it's not about the little things. You're a wonderful, generous, intelligent and very sexy man. You make me laugh at myself; you make me feel-- "

"Oh, this is beautiful, love. You've been busy."

The gentle voice behind him came as a surprise, forcing him from his reminiscing. Turning to face her, he smiled. "I'm glad you like it."

She continued to look around the room, admiring the romantic touches he'd prepared. "Wow, you really paid attention in the Scouts, is all I have to say. You were ready for anything, and I love it."

"Well, I'd planned some of this, just thinking it would be nice to have around once you got here." He blushed a little at her praise, pleased that she liked what he'd tried to do. "There's more I've got for you, but I'm saving some of it for another night."

Her warm, soft smile was the highlight of his evening. Even behind her glasses, he could see her green eyes dancing. "You, sir, are amazing," she murmured, moving to embrace him.

Taking her into his arms, he placed one hand behind her head, pressing her cheek to his chest. They stood breathing easily for several minutes before he bent to kiss the top of her head.

"I, umm, changed my mind about one thing..." he started to say.

She giggled a little, having known he would. "Let me guess," she teased. "You want me to lose the jeans."

"Yup." He growled lightly and nibbled her earlobe. "I was going to undress you, but looking at you right now... I want to watch you take them off."

The light danced in her eyes as she reached for the remaining buttons on her jeans. "Wait a minute. How does this work out to being my prize for winning a bet?"

He adopted a goofy 'Busted!' expression. "If I don't have to take your jeans off, I can get to the stuff you're going to enjoy more quickly?"

"I don't know about that," she laughed. "Maybe I enjoy it when you undress me."

"Well, since this is about your... enjoyment, I guess I'll have to go with my original plan." He drew her back into his arms, kissing her neck and jaw before reaching her lips. His hands wandered down her body, caressing and scratching before slipping under the waist of her jeans to squeeze her shapely ass.

Moaning into the kiss, she flicked her tongue over his bottom lip and against his teeth. He sucked the tip of her tongue into his mouth, teasing it with his own, and pulled her hips to his, rubbing their bodies together. His passion rising, he withdrew one hand from her jeans, entwining those fingers in her thick red hair.

His cock hardening, he tugged on her hair to bring her head back, exposing her graceful neck. Seeing the pulse in her throat, he bent to lick it before sucking lightly. "I love you, Anna," he murmured, kissing down the column of her neck.

She could barely remember how to breathe, let alone form words.

With a sly grin, he released her hair, nibbling his way down her chest, teasing her already diamond-hard nipples through the soft cotton of the old jersey. Her breasts seemed to have a mind of their own, rising to the warm, wet torment he was providing. He opened his mouth wide to take in as much of her breast as he could, closing on her and sucking. Since they were protected by the shirt, he pulled back until he had just her nipple and bit down, gently chewing the sensitive tip before taking her other breast and repeating his loving actions.

"Brad!" She gasped; one hand on his shoulder, the other around the back of his head.

From his knees, he pushed the shirt up enough to trace a wet circle around her pretty navel. He could already smell her arousal, and he had yet to open her jeans. Surprisingly nimble fingers popped the button before sliding the tab of her zipper down. Becoming impatient, he jerked her jeans over her hips, pushing them down her long, lean legs.

Stepping out of them with a light laugh, she knew that her tall lover would relax a little once the jeans were on the floor. She could feel an intense heat already building within her core. Half tempted to tell him she didn't care about the bet and he should just strip and fuck her, the gentle pressure of his tongue on her clit nearly brought her to her knees.

The jeans cleared her shins, and his plan was set. When she ever so gracefully pulled her first foot from the denim, he glanced up to see the perfect, deep pink lips glisten and wink with her movements. Tossing her jeans to the side after she withdrew her second foot, he skimmed his hands up her thighs to take hold of her hips and swiped his tongue the length of her dripping slit.

He thrilled at her moan when he touched the tip of his tongue to her excited clit. Raking through her wet folds again, he peeked up and recognized from her blazing green eyes that he needed to move his plan to the next step.

Getting to his feet, he paused, playfully biting her nipple again on the way to her mouth. She fought a scream when he bit, but threw herself into the passionate kiss.

His need to feel her smooth, soft skin was overwhelming. His hands floated under her borrowed jersey, exploring her back and sides before coming to rest on her heavy, firm breasts. Running his knuckles beneath their weight, he breathed into her mouth, "God, I love these."

"They love your hands," she sighed. "Your mouth, too... god, they love your mouth."

She was becoming anxious to press her body to his, to share the warmth of their bare skin. At the same time, there was something so exciting to her about being nude while he was still dressed; almost a sense of the forbidden. There were times that he had stripped her, teasing her for hours while he stayed in at least a t-shirt and boxers. It wasn't unusual for her to have extended orgasms those nights. Standing in his suite, she recognized his signals; they were headed for the stars.

She writhed in his grip, his hands moving toward her hips. Instead, he grabbed the hem of the jersey, yanking it over her head, throwing it behind him once it cleared her body. Gasping nervously at the sudden movement, Anna was beaming, her face glowing with excitement. In fact, she could feel her moisture collecting on her inner thighs.

His hungry gaze drank in the sight of the woman he loved, standing before him. Her nude body was already developing the light blush it usually held after she came.

"You're ready for anything, aren't you, Anna?"

He watched her white teeth eagerly bite the softness of her full, red lower lip. Although she was held speechless, he could read her body language clearly.

Unwilling to wait any longer, Brad cupped her face in his hands, tenderly kissing her for a long minute before moving to stand behind her. A frisson of nervous energy shook her frame, and she squealed at the touch of his hands just below her hips.

When he leaned in to kiss the junction of her neck and shoulder, she calmed visibly, leaning her head against his shoulder. Her body melded to his; with a small twist of her hips, she was able to position his rigid length within her deep crevice. Even through his jeans, the heat emanating from his cock amazed and excited her to the point that she was again ready to ask him simply to take her.

She turned her face toward his for a kiss, needing to feel that additional closeness. Smiling, he nibbled his way up her neck and along her jaw, finally meeting her lips. His arms wrapped around her waist; she responded by tilting her hips, wanting once again to rub her ass on his stiff cock.

A groan rumbled from deep within his chest, giving her the shivers all over. Releasing her waist, he brought a hand up to caress her cheek and neck while his other hand floated down to knead her hip and upper thigh. Still, he had to have more.

It seemed she read his mind. She leaned into his chest, her new posture allowing him greater access to nuzzle her ear and neck. He licked the sensitive spot behind her earlobe, then nibbled the ridge up the back of her ear, teasing her with a series of growls.

Slipping a hand around to the front of her leg, he realized that he still couldn't properly reach her inner thighs. Even if he could, he didn't want her to lose her balance once he really started. With a final, gentle bite on her shoulder, Brad maneuvered himself to scoop her up, carrying her to the sofa. Once he found a comfortable sitting position, he arranged her on his lap, facing the window.

He took his time, flattening his hands and using his palms to soothe her nerves. He could feel her breathing grow deeper and slower. With her relaxing on his lap, he resumed nuzzling her graceful neck, continuing to stroke her smooth thighs.

Unnoticed by Anna, he had set a small bag next to the sofa while she was getting ready. Moving carefully, he dipped his left hand into his secret bag.

"What are you doing, baby?"

"Licking your neck," he murmured. Hoping to distract her, he traced his tongue along her right shoulder and up to just below her ear.

Her breath released in a soft giggle when he pulled her back to lean into his chest. He ran his fingers along her inner thighs, opening them, still nibbling on her ears. Abandoning her thighs, he brought his hands up to cup her heavy breasts, unable to resist them for long. At his touch, she reached back to hold his neck. She turned her head toward him, seeking his lips, sighing when he explored her mouth with his tongue.

As their tongues played their slick game, Brad took his left hand from her breast and quietly groped next to his leg for the surprise he'd placed there. Before she could break the kiss to ask anything, she was startled by the whisper-light touch of a feather dancing erotically up her inner thighs.

Moaning, she wrenched her lips from his to see what he was doing. From nowhere, it seemed, he had pulled out a peacock feather and was using the brightly colored eye to tickle her sensitive skin. She muttered something he didn't catch, and they sat watching her lean thighs twitch beneath his loving strokes.

His right hand was still exploring every inch of her breasts. Hoping to distract herself from the tickling of her legs, she raised her hand to cover the one he had on her chest. She also resumed their tender, passionate kiss, squealing into his mouth when he drew the feather up her torso.

Still holding the feather, he used it to describe decreasing circles on her breasts, finally flicking it across her nipples. He loved watching her flesh break into goosebumps and teased a few more out of her, running the feather along the underside of her heavy breasts again. She twisted around to sit across his lap, wanting to kiss him more easily, needing to think of something other than that persistent tickling.

Not knowing why she'd moved, he allowed his free hand to roam over her lower back, offering support whenever she arched with his teasing. The feather floated up, dancing along her neck and jaw, over her lips and eyes and across her shoulders. Unable to resist the feel of her skin, he kissed everywhere the feather painted.

It didn't take long for the dual sensations of his lips and that damn feather on her body to shorten her breathing. He saw rather than heard her start panting, and carefully sent the feather skittering down to play between her legs again. Letting it drift above her inner thighs, he knew he was going to have to change things up, but still wanted to do one last erotic tease.

Returning her to her original position on his lap and easing her to lean against his chest, he nudged her thighs to rest along the outside of his legs. Taking advantage of her wider stance, he was able to draw the feather in the sweet crease of her thighs, tormenting the smooth valley between them. Her panting had become a faint mewling echoing in his consciousness, driving his desire.

Fully aware of all he'd put her through and grinning to himself over the sizeable damp spot on the leg of his jeans, he was sure she was more than ready. Still, he dropped the feather to that tantalizing patch of skin at the base of her slit, succumbing to his need to know.

She had always been incredibly ticklish. How she had managed to keep from falling off Brad's lap in a massive, kicking giggle-fit, she wasn't sure. Where he'd found the feather was another mystery that was driving her mad... then she felt it torturing her again.

"Babe, please, what are you doing to me?"

Her voice was faint, on the edge of breaking. Arching her back, she pressed against him, craving a firm touch to ease the heightened sensations of all the tickling.

He tilted his head to kiss just below her ear again. His plan had been to sweep the feather up through her pussy and get a better idea of how wet she was with it. However, her body was quivering so steadily, he was starting to wonder how much more she'd be able to take... and he did have more planned for her.

When he dropped the feather, she was momentarily puzzled, wondering what she was in store for next. Her body was on fire with the combination of his hands, one resuming its massage of her breast, the other cupping and gently squeezing her over-heated mound. She sighed happily, letting her head fall back to his shoulder, reveling in his touch.

If he really thought about it, he could probably come up with a time that her body had been opened to him the way it was at that moment. However, remembering when she'd been as completely tuned in to what he was doing was a different story. All he wanted was to share a new experience with her and try to expand his own horizons. He knew that he wasn't as outgoing as Anna was in a social situation, and never would be, but he did have a strong imagination. Everything that had been happening in their suite that night was a testament to it.

There wasn't a part of her body he didn't want to be touching. Ignoring the persistent ache of his swollen cock still entrapped by his jeans, he trailed his tongue along the elegant line of her jaw. His hands were busy; one with her breast, the other exploring the smooth skin surrounding her pussy.

She twisted her head, wanting to kiss him, craving that additional connection. Moaning hungrily at the brush of his tongue against hers, she pressed her hand to the one he had on her breast; with the other, she clutched at the back of his neck, and their kiss deepened.

At the same time, one of his fingers started circling her slit, skimming along the edges of her inner lips. Even knowing what he'd been doing to her, he was surprised by just how wet she was. Feeling her slight shudder, he broke their kiss to nibble the side of her graceful neck. He brushed his thumb over her clit, and she gasped. He slid one long finger into her waiting hole while giving her nipple a soft pinch, and she cried out.

Her nails dug into the nape of his neck in response to his nip of her lower lip. When he added a second finger and started rubbing the upper wall of her pussy, she wrenched her mouth from his. "I love your hands... I need your cock," she moaned, a hint of frustration in her voice.