Velvet Roses Ch. 04

The desirous look in his eyes drove her wild with anticipation, and as he slid a hand beneath her shirt, she released a soft sigh.

His fingers ventured slowly upward, leaving delicious tingles in their wake, and as the tips of his digits brushed against her lace clad nipples, she gave a slight jolt.

He rubbed his thumb against her right nipple a few times until it grew erect, then repeated the same move with her left peak. Now fully aroused, she pushed her chest towards him, longing for him to give her more pleasure.

Much to her disappointment, however, Dane ceased his ministrations of her nipples, but as he leaned into to whisper in her ear, her frustration quickly transformed into delightful anticipation.

"Lift up a bit so I can take your shirt off."

Wasting not a second, she heeded his request, and after slipping her shirt off over her head, he tossed it aside. He promptly pulled down the cups of her bra, and as her bare breasts were exposed for his eyes, he lowered his mouth to capture one of her perky nipples.

The velvety touch of his warm tongue caused her to arch into him, a soft gasp emitting from her mouth as he tenderly laved her swollen peak.

She tangled her fingers in his hair, gently tugging on his thick, wavy locks as he relentlessly worked his tongue back and forth against the hard point of flesh.

The sensation was sinfully delightful, and not wanting to neglect her other nipple, he allowed his thumb to graze over the swollen peak, instantly bringing it to near painful erection.

Apparently covetous of the attention her breasts were receiving, her clit began to throb-as if begging for the same consideration.

She tried to ignore it and just enjoy the feel of his tongue against her breasts, but as the pulsating grew more intense, she came to the realization that satiating her all-consuming desire wasn't an option, but a necessity.

Grabbing hold of the hand that was massaging her right breast, Jeneda moved it downward and placed it against the warmth between her legs. Then she bucked her hips slightly forward, silently pleading for stimulation.

This resulted in Dane diverting his attention from her breasts, and as he looked into her eyes, she could see a hint of surprise in them.

"You want me to finger you, or..." His voice drifted off as he gave her a look that was both inquiring and hopeful.

Saying nothing in response, she once again took his hand in hers, then brought it up to her mouth and lazily dragged her tongue along the tips of his fingers. Dane's eyes became clouded with lust, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he lightly swallowed.

"Oh, so that's what you want."

A faint smile curled her lips, and pressing her hand gently against his chest, she eased him off her. She then rose to her feet, and after slowly and seductively sliding her pants down, she pulled them off and tossed the fabric aside.

Now clad only in her underwear, Dane was afforded the opportunity to gaze at her thighs, and he languidly swept his eyes up and down her legs, as if committing the sight to memory.

He leaned forward on the couch, and after coasting his palms along her silky smooth legs, he hooked his thumbs beneath the waistband of her panties, languidly pulling them down until they were off around her ankles.

The sight of her bare sex made Dane visibly excited, and as Jeneda glanced downward, she saw the outline of an erection through the fabric of his pants.

Shifting her eyes so that they once against met his, she saw a deep longing in them, and could tell that his craving was just as intense as hers was for him. Then, in a voice that seemed deeper than usual, he spoke.

"Sit down."

She unhesitantly heeded his request, and once she was seated comfortably on the couch, Dane got into position, kneeling down on the floor in front of her. Eagerly anticipating the feel of his tongue, she scooted forward to the edge of the couch, and after spreading her legs, she hooked them over his shoulders.

With a hungry look in his eyes, he sandwiched his head between her legs, then gave her a few torturously slow licks up and down her weeping slit.

"Mmm..." Burrowing her fingers in his hair, she thrust her hips forward, desperate to have him apply more pressure, yet simultaneously loving the way that he was teasing her.

His languid ministrations filled her with insatiable need, yet as frustrating as it was, there was also something torturously enjoyable about being denied the very thing she so craved. There wasn't a doubt in her mind that he was building up to something spectacular, and the thrill of anticipation made her shiver.

Only after he had her squirming beneath the heat of his tongue, did he finally dip it deep between her glistening folds. Jeneda moaned in response, and as he contentedly lapped at her slick, wet pussy, she dazedly stared down at him, in awe of his skillful oral manipulations.

The sheer eroticness of the moment caused heat to surge through her body, and as he relentlessly explored her tight sheath with his tongue, she released a long, low groan of ecstasy.

After a few solid minutes of steadily eating her out, he directed his attention to her distended clit. The first lash of his tongue sent an electric current through her body, and as he massaged the sensitive bundle of nerves with his velvety appendage, her moans became more insistent.

Although it felt incredible, she desperately longed for him to apply more pressure, and wouldn't be satisfied until she received a firm, rapid tonguing. This led her to salaciously grind her hips against his mouth, yet all too aware that a closed mouth didn't get fed, she opened her mouth and gave a throaty request.

"Harder...lick me harder."

Her breathy words goaded him on, and without a moment of delay, he stiffened his tongue, pressing it more firmly against her sensitive nub.

Jeneda's head lolled back in ecstasy, and grabbing a fistful of his hair, she bucked into his mouth, succumbing to his tongue as it relentlessly devoted itself to her pleasure.

The sound of the rain against the windows mingled with her soft sighs and throaty moans, and as he pushed two fingers inside her slick, taut hole, her breathing grew erratic.

While maintaining the rhythm of his tongue against her clit, he pumped his digits in and out of her hole, and after half a dozen thrusts, she let loose an uninhibited cry. Her muscles clenched as she came undone, and her thighs tightened around his head, locking it in place.

Reduced to a quivering mass, all she could do was weakly moan, helpless to his tongue as he licked her clean. It wasn't until her body had gone slack, that he finally halted the movement of his tongue, and after removing his head from between her thighs, he wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand, then rose up from the kneeling position and sat down beside her on the couch.

Jeneda was still in a bit of daze, so she didn't really feel like doing much except bask in the moment, but the awkwardness of sitting bare assed on Dane's couch provoked her to retrieve her panties from the floor. After slipping them back on, she reached for her pants, but before she could pull them up, Dane posed a question.

"Leave them off."

"Why? It's cold."

"Then get in bed and cuddle with me. That'll warm us up."

"I'd rather just hang out on the couch, if you don't mind."

Having clothed the lower half of her body, she was now pulling her turtleneck on.

"I won't try and have sex with you, if that's what you're worried about." Then he quickly added, "Not that I wouldn't love to."

Her lack of response caused him to clear his throat, and he watched her with a curious gaze. "Did I do something wrong?"

"Of course not. Why?"

"Well for one thing, you're avoiding eye contact with me. And the way you're getting dressed...it's like you're embarrassed to have me see you."

She briefly turned her gaze on him. "Nothing could be further from the truth."

"Then why are you acting weird?"

"I'm putting my clothes back on. What's so weird about that?"

He shook his head lightly, then said, "Nothing. Forget I said anything."

Realizing that her behavior was indeed coming across as strange, she took a seat on the edge of the couch, then turned her head to look at him.

"I'm sorry, I've just got a lot on my mind right now."

"Wanna talk about it?"

She hesitated for a moment, then leaned back on the couch and let out a little sigh. "Remember how I told you my brother is brain damaged?"

"Yeah."

"He's pretty much unable to do anything for himself, so he lives in a nursing home."

Dane remained quiet, waiting for her to continue.

"I'm pretty sure he's being abused, so my parents and I are having him transferred to another nursing home."

"That's horrible, I'm sorry to hear that. Do you know who did it?"

"The nursing supervisor says it was one of the other patients."

The tone of her voice conveyed disbelief, which in turn caused Dane to question her. "You don't think that's what really happened?"

"Nope."

"Hmm." His brow creased as he said, "Well, hopefully you guys can find a better place for him."

"My mom already has. It's all the way in Key West, though, which means I'll hardly ever get to see him."

The sad expression on her face resulted in Dane scooting closer to her, and taking her hand in his, he tenderly stroked it with the back of it with his thumb.

"This is really bothering you, isn't it?"

She nodded. "Ever since Riley's accident two years ago, I've been visiting him on a weekly basis." Averting her eyes toward the window, she stared blankly out of it, clearly deep in thought. "It's gonna be so weird not having him around anymore."

"Yeah, well, It'll just take some getting used to." Dane smoothed a palm over her hair, then said, "Give it some time, and you'll feel better about it."

She said nothing in return, only rested her head against his shoulder. A comfortable silence fell between them as they sat side by side, listening to the rain as it pelted against the glass of the arched windows.

It was a comforting sound, and finding herself lulled by it, she snuggled closer against him, seeking to warm herself from the heat of his body.

He looped an arm around her waist in response, then gave her a light kiss on the forehead. A contented murmur slipped from her lips as he did it, and resting a palm against his chest, she closed her eyes, immersing herself in the feel of his body against hers.

* * * *

A loud crack of thunder roused Jeneda from sleep, and as she opened her eyes, she found herself surrounded by the dark. It took a moment for her to remember where she was, but as she gradually became aware of her surroundings, she called out softly.

"Dane?"

Her voice sounded tiny, almost unfamiliar, and after removing the throw blanket that had been covering her body, she got off the couch and rose to her feet. The concrete floor felt cold against her soles, and squinting her eyes, she scanned the dark room.

Except for the light of the moon that filtered dimly through the skylight, the area surrounding her was void of light, so it was difficult for her to make out anything more than vague shapes.

Feeling an urgent need to empty her bladder, she began moving forward, moving slowly and with uncertainty. She wasn't entirely sure if the sectioned off area she'd noticed earlier was the bathroom, but since the rest of Dane's warehouse apartment was completely open and free of any walls, she figured that it had to be.

Upon reaching the partitioned off area, she spotted a hanging light bulb, and after pulling on a string next to the bulb, dim lighting flooded the area surrounding her.

As she'd expected, it was indeed a bathroom, and had a free standing bathtub, a deep, circular shaped wash basin, and a toilet. There were shelves on the wall to provide a place for toiletries to sit on, as well as a towel rack, but other than that, it was pretty basic looking.

After relieving herself, she headed back into the main area of the apartment. Her eyes darted around the room, searching for signs of Dane, but as she realized that he still wasn't anywhere to be found, she was left feeling puzzled.

Curious as to what time it was, she retrieved her cell phone from her jeans, then pressed one of the keys to illuminate the screen.

According to the time on her mobile, it was half past midnight, which made her even more curious about where he'd gone off to. What reason would he have for taking off in the middle of the night, especially in cold, rainy weather?

As if to enhance her feeling of worry, thunder rumbled menacingly in the distance, causing the panes of the windows to vibrate in the process.

Spotting the outline of a lamp on the coffee table, Jeneda made her way toward it, and as she reached it, she clicked the switch a few times.

As the lamp flickered to life, it bathed the room in soft light, and after taking a seat on the couch, she realized that there was a note on the coffee table. Lifting the piece of paper up, she read the small script.

*Just stepped out for a moment. I'll be back in a bit.*

Instead of giving her insight as to his whereabouts, the note only managed to further arouse her curiosity. She was truly bewildered as to why he'd left her alone like this, and as she sat there pondering the possible reasons behind his disappearance, she came to the realization that she didn't know who Dane really was.

Sure she knew his name, occupation, and a few general facts, but she didn't know a whole lot else about him. He was still quite mysterious to her, and although she was certain that he was a nice, decent guy, she still had yet to delve beyond the outermost layers of his personality.

This led her to think about the erotic encounter they'd shared earlier, and she came to realization that although they had a great connection, they were still essentially strangers.

*You don't even know when his birthday is.*

"No, I don't. And so what?" She said aloud to herself.

She knew her inner voice was trying to shame her, but she wouldn't allow it to. She was an adult, and perfectly within her rights to engage in sexual activities, so why *should* she feel bad about it? If her body was craving for sexual release, she was going to see that her needs were met.

As she sat there thinking about her and Dane's intimate encounter, she caught the distant noise of the freight elevator gate as it was pulled open, then there came the sound of footsteps approaching the apartment.

She rose to her feet so that she could meet him as he came in, and as he crossed the threshold and entered the room, she saw that he was soaking wet.

"Oh, you're up. I thought you would still be sleeping."

"I woke up fifteen minutes ago," she said. "Where were you?"

He held a medium sized paper bag up, which was just as wet as he was, and partially torn. "I got us a little treat.

"A treat? That's what you went out for at midnight?"

"Yeah."

He said it nonchalantly, as if it were perfectly normal to go out in the dead of night while a thunderstorm was taking place.

"Well, what is it?"

She tried to peer into the bag, but he moved it away from her before she got the chance.

"Hold on, I'll show you. Just be patient." His lips tugged into a crooked little smile.

Now more curious than ever, she followed him into the kitchen, where he sat the paper bag on the counter. After lifting out two styrafoam containers, he popped open the lids, and the tantalizing scent of freshly cooked food filled the air around them.

Training her eyes on the contents of the Styrofoam boxes, Jeneda saw that one of them contained a small stack of chocolate chip pancakes and scrambled eggs, while the other one held a cheeseburger and fries.

"Dinner *and* breakfast?" She asked with amusement in her voice.

"Yeah, I thought we could each eat a bit of both. That is unless you'd rather just have one meal to yourself."

"Well, I've never eaten both breakfast and dinner at the same time before, but it does smell really good, so I'm up for it."

"Cool. I also got us a milkshake to share."

He handed a styrofoam cup to her, then grabbed both of the food containers and led the way to his bed. Upon reaching it, he set the food down on an old, antique looking trunk that served as a bedside table, then he began stripping out of his rain soaked clothes.

Taking a seat on the bed, she unabashedly watched him undress, feeling her level of arousal grow as he took his coat off, then peeled off his shirt and tossed it onto the floor.

He then undid the zipper on his pants, and as he pulled them down off his legs, a familiar sensation began to build in her loins. Perhaps mistaking the raising of her eyebrows as disapproval, Dane spoke some words of reassurance.

"Don't worry, I'm not getting naked."

"Oh, I'm not worried."

Her response brought a smile to his lips, and after throwing his pinstriped pants in a pile with his other clothes, he climbed onto the bed.

Now clad in only his boxer briefs, he rested his back against the headboard, then casually crossed his arms behind his head. She didn't know why, but the sight of his arm pit hair only furthered her arousal, and she found herself slightly transfixed by it.

"You don't look very comfortable in those clothes," he said. "Why don't you take something off?"

The corners of her mouth tugged upward, and after standing up from the bed, she began to strip down. Knowing that he was eager to see more skin, she slowly took her clothes off, gradually revealing more of her body until she was down to her panties and bra.

Then she grabbed the take out containers, and after passing one to him, she joined him on the bed. As he took a bite of the cheeseburger, she dug into the pancakes, enjoying the rich sweetness of the syrup.

They ate contentedly, sampling a bit of this and a bit of that from each other's food containers. They even fed each other a couple of fries, then once their bellies were full, Dane took the empty containers and sat them on the trunk. He then grabbed the Styrofoam cup which had the milkshake in it and offered her first sip.

She shook her head, then patted her stomach. "Too full."

"It's really good. Just try a little."

Seeing how eager he was to have her sample it, she wrapped her lips around the straw, then had a taste. It was smooth, creamy, and tasted like pumpkin, and after taking a few generous swallows, she handed the cup back to him.

"That's a *damn good* milkshake."

"Told you." He took a few sips, then said, "I wish they were available year round, but they only serve them during October."

She licked her lips, then said, "Well, It's definitely tasty."

"Not as tasty as you, though."

His wanton statement sent a zing of desire through her loins, and staring into his eyes with a deep look of longing, she coasted a hand slowly up and down his chest. She didn't need to speak a work to convey her sexual arousal, and having lost his interest in the milkshake, Dane leaned over the side of the bed and set the cup on the trunk.

With both hands now free, he placed one on her thigh, coasting it toward the heat between her legs. "I wanna taste you again."

"Yeah?" She huskily asked.

"Yeah."

His eyes locked into hers, and as his fingers made contact with the moist fabric of her panties, he began teasingly sliding his thumb up and down her lace clad slit.

"You like the way I use my tongue on you?" He asked.

"You know I do."

Her breath quickened from the sensation of his finger caressing her pussy, and as he pressed his digit more firmly against it, she emitted a little moan. Their faces gradually moved closer until their lips met, and as they engaged in a deep, passionate kiss, Jeneda langorously slid her fingers through his damp locks.