Velvet Roses Ch. 04

Their lips made a wet noise as they parted, and as Jeneda gazed at his face, she noticed from the corner of her eye that he had a small cut on the side of his forehead. She guessed that It'd been concealed by hair, because she hadn't noticed it before at all, and found herself curious as to how he'd gotten it.

"How'd you get that cut on your forehead?"

"What cut?"

Gingerly touching the space directly next to it, she said," This one. It's right here, close to your eyebrow.

He brought his hand up to the spot she'd pointed out, then removed it and glanced at his finger, which had a spot of blood on it.

"Must be from that tree outside, the one with the low hanging branches. I usually duck down, but for some reason I forgot tonight."

"And you didn't feel yourself bleeding?"

"Nope." He reached up to feel the spot again, then said, "I'm hardly bleeding at all."

Eyeing the small cut with a mixture of concern and suspicion, she couldn't help wondering if there was more to the explanation he'd given her, yet not wanting to come across as untrusting, she decided to keep quiet and not question him any further.

"If you've got a first aid kit, I could put some peroxide on it."

"No thanks."

"How about a kiss to make it feel better?"

A small smile touched his lips. "Yeah, that'd be nice."

She leaned in and tenderly pressed her lips to his forehead, then placing her palms on either side of his face, she stared deep into his eyes, mirroring his look of adoration.

Rain pounded above them on the skylight, and as they traded light kisses and affectionately brushed noses, a booming clap of thunder rattled the windows.

Having always been impressed by the power of thunderstorms, Jeneda directed her attention to the skylight above, just in time to see a flash of lightning dance across the sky. She then looked back at Dane, and as he gently caressed the side of her face, she gave a contented murmur.

"I love the sound of thunder," she said.

"Yeah, It's nice."

"What's your favorite sound?

"You moaning."

She smiled then grabbed his hand and held it in hers. "Okay, what's your second favorite sound?"

A little, "hmmm," came from his mouth as he thought it over, then he gave his answer. "Silence."

"Silence..." She gave pause, then lightly nodded her head in agreement. "Good answer."

Still stroking her hair, he stared wordlessly at her with his dark, captivating eyes.

"So I guess you're not ever having children, huh?" She asked.

"Probably not." He then added, "But then again, you never know what the future will bring."

"If you do, how many do you want?"

"Oh, I don't know...as many as you can pop out."

"Oh really? And what makes you think I'd be willing to bear your seed?"

"You'll fall in love with me someday. Madly and hopelessly in love," he said with exaggerated enthusiasm.

She cracked a grin, lightly shaking her head at him. "You're funny."

"You think I'm joking, but I'm serious. Just wait, you'll see."

"Uh-huh, sure."

"Okay. Don't say I didn't warn you."

Although he had a touch of a smile on his lips, she got the feeling that he was only half joking, and although his confidence was unwavering, he didn't come across as egotistical in the slightest.

Their connection was deepening quicker than she'd expected, and even though this did please her, she couldn't help feeling a bit nervous as well. Every relationship came with demands, and aside from her brother, Riley, she hadn't ever devoted much attention or time to any other man in her life.

Absentmindedly trailing a finger along Dane's goatee, she pondered how far she should take things with him, and how much of herself she should reveal.

"When's your birthday?" She asked.

"October fifth. What's yours?"

"May twenty-ninth."

"Gemini, right?"

She nodded. "And you are?"

"Libra."

"I don't know anything about astrology," she said. "Are we compatible?"

"We just ate takeout food in our underwear. If that's not a connection, I don't know what is."

"I guess you're right about that." Brushing a finger lightly over his lips, she said, "It's only our second date, and I already got you into bed. Are you this easy with all the girls?"

"Naw. I made an exception for you, cause you're so cute."

"Mhmm, sure. I bet you say that to all the women you date."

"Nope, just you," he murmured in her ear, giving it a gentle nibble before placing a few wet kisses along her neck.

A pleased sigh escaped her lips, and as his mouth brushed over the cups of her bra, she arched into him, then placed her hand on his cock. It stiffened even further beneath her touch, and maneuvering herself so that she was straddling him, she pushed his back against the mattress.

Now sitting on top of him with her thighs on either side of his hips, she gazed seductively down at him. Clearly surprised by the feral look in her eyes, a curious expression came onto his face, and his brows lifted.

She caressed his chest, smoothing her palms along the smooth, hard surface before trailing light kisses along his torso.

He released contented little murmurs as she did it, and as her mouth reached the waistband of his boxer briefs, she hooked her thumbs underneath them, then slowly tugged them down. After pulling the fabric off around his ankles, she turned her gaze back on his manhood.

Swollen, hard, and weeping copious amounts of pre cum, it pointed stiffly in the air, demanding prompt attention. She wrapped a palm around the base of his cock, and positioning her lips next to his rigid length, she allowed the tip of her tongue to lightly graze the glistening slit.

Moaning softly in response, he fisted his hands in her hair, anticipating the moment when she would take him into her mouth. Fully aware of how eager he was, Jeneda allowed her tongue to continue working its magic, swirling it around the mushroom shaped head a few times, before flicking it back and forth.

She then wrapped her lips around his cock, and as she slowly sunk him into her mouth, he gently bucked his hips, then let out a strangled groan. His sound of pleasure coaxed her on, and she began bobbing her head up and down his slick hardness.

She worked her mouth over him slowly at first, allowing the seal of her lips to languidly slide along the velvety flesh of his stiff penis. Then gradually she built up to a steady rhythm, sucking him off with increasing enthusiasm until she had him wriggling in ecstasy beneath her.

She could tell from the way his belly was contracting that the pressure inside him was continuously building, and although she wasn't looking upward, she could feel his eyes on her, intently watching her every move. This only increased her arousal, and keeping her lips wrapped tightly around him, she took him in even deeper.

This earned her a husky moan, and sensing he was close to release, she bobbed her head faster, tirelessly urging him toward climax. The lustful sounds he made created a pulsing sensation between her thighs, and as he tightened his grip on her hair, she knew he'd reached the point of no return.

His body stiffened, hips arching into her, and no sooner had she removed his erection from her mouth, did he reach his release. He came hard, eliciting a low, drawn out groan as he spurted his seed over her neck.

Keeping a palm wrapped around his length, she pumped him vigorously, milking spurt after spurt of milky fluid from his penis. Only after he had nothing left to give, did she halt the motion of her hand, then released her hold on his softening penis.

Jeneda leaned over to grab a few napkins from the trunk, and after wiping her neck and the upper part of her chest clean, she reclined beside him. Dane pressed his lips to hers in a sweet, tender kiss, then wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer against his body. Then with a deep sigh of contentment, he gazed up at the skylight.

The rain continued to beat against the windows panes, coming faster, harder, and louder than before, and although it was no longer a soft pattering sound, Jeneda still found herself comforted by it.

Yet despite this feeling of contentment, she couldn't help shivering from the drafty interior of the warehouse apartment, and as her body trembled against his, Dane took notice.

"Cold?"

She nodded, then nuzzled closer to him. "It's freezing in here."

"Sorry about that. Let me get us a blanket."

He got out of bed, and after retrieving a cover from inside the trunk, he spread it over her body.

"Better?" He asked.

"Mmm, much," she contentedly said.

"Good. How about I make us some tea?"

"That'd be nice."

He tenderly pulled the blanket up around her neck, then smoothed a palm over her hair before heading off to the kitchen. Appeased by the extra warmth, she snuggled beneath it, listening to the comforting clinking sounds of spoons against mugs, and the clicking of the stove pilot as he went about preparing their hot beverages.

As she was lying in bed, her eyes roved the area that was surrounding her, and as they came to rest on a drafting table in the corner of the room, she noticed there were a number of papers strewn across the surface of it.

Her curiosity piqued, she got out of bed with the blanket wrapped tightly around her body, then padded softly against the cold cement floor. As she reached the drafting table, she took a seat on the stool, and after flicking the table lamp on, she picked up one of the pieces of sketch paper.

Realizing that it was a rough draft for one of Dane's graphic novels, she studied the drawing with great interest, allowing her eyes to examine the details in each of the panels.

Seeing it in its raw form made her feel kind of privileged, and she couldn't help but admire how well drawn and imaginative the sketch was. Another few moments passed before Dane joined her at the drafting table, and as he held out a steaming mug, she accepted it from him. After taking a sip, she turned her attention back to the sketches, then picked one up so that she could have a closer look at it.

"These are really good," she said.

"Think so?"

"Yeah, I do." She briefly paused to take another swallow of her tea before adding, "You really are very talented."

Dane looped an arm around her waist, and placing his chin in the crook of her shoulder, he whispered against her neck.

"You don't have to flatter me, you know. If you want me to pleasure you again, all you have to do is ask for it."

He ran his palm sensually across the lower part of her belly, causing Jeneda's vaginal muscles to clench involuntarily.

"No, seriously. I meant it," she thickly said, trying her best to push through the fog of arousal. I love the way you draw. It's so unique."

"Thank you love, I appreciate that."

A few moments passed during which they both gazed at the sketches, then Jeneda posed a question.

"Where do you get your ideas from?"

"I don't know. They just come to me."

Not surprised in the least by his cryptic response, she pushed him for a more thorough answer.

"Well yeah, I know that. But I was hoping for a breakdown of your creative process."

"Words and images come to me, I scribble them down, then I start building on them from there."

"Where do you get your inspiration from?"

"A lot of it is from real life. But sometimes the ideas just come from out of the blue. Usually when I'm driving, or sometimes when I'm reading or just sitting in silence."

"Interesting."

She thumbed through the sketches for a few seconds before spotting a page that had already been colored in. Judging from the big, bold letters, it appeared to be the title page, and unable to resist, she spoke it aloud.

"Gonzo City, Volume Three: Unearthed Secrets."

Her eyes then shifted to the drawing, which depicted a tall, lanky man in a black trench coat walking through a moonlit cemetery. The way that the character had been sketched allowed the reader to only see him from behind, and thus left his face obscured, yet his slumped shoulders and the way his head was hung low, led her to the assumption that he was in despair.

The artwork was hauntingly beautiful, and judging from the look of it, she assumed that the story would be a bit dark, yet thoroughly engaging.

"Interesting title," she said. "Seems like this guy on the cover is a bit of a tortured soul."

"He is."

Jeneda expected Dane to say more and provide her with more insight on the character, but the silence that followed conveyed his disinterest in speaking any further about it. Figuring that he just didn't want to spoil the story for her, she decided not to speak any further about it, and swiveled around on the stool so that she was facing him.

"So, how many secrets do you have?" She asked.

Dane hesitated a moment, took a sip of his tea, then finally gave her a response. "Too many to count."

"Oh really?" She cocked a brow and looked him deep in the eyes before continuing. "What I wouldn't give to get inside your head and see what was going on in there."

His lips pulled into a small, humorless smile. "I can promise you, it wouldn't be a very pleasant experience."

He took another swallow of his beverage, then turned his body so that he was facing the windows which were adjacent to his drafting table. The way his body had suddenly gone rigid, told her that his secrets ran deeper than she could ever imagine, and thoroughly intrigued by this hidden side of him, she began to wonder what sort of classified information he was keeping locked away.

"I think most people have unpleasant thoughts running through their heads from time to time. It's part of what makes us human."

Still looking out of the window, he took another sip of his tea, then quietly said, "Yeah. I guess so."

Noticing that he was refusing to make eye contact with her, she stood up from the stool, walked a few paces, then positioned herself directly in front of him. She allowed her back to lean against the oversized windows behind her, and as she gazed up at his face, she noticed he was still looking out of the window.

The tiny crease between his eyes conveyed that he was deep in thought, and not wanting to intrude upon his moment of reflection, she stood there studying him in silence. A few moments passed before he shifted his dark, hooded eyes, and as they locked into hers, she saw there was a bit of weariness in them.

She brought her hand up to his face, and placing her palm against his cheek, she softly caressed it. Her soft, sensual touch made him close his eyes and emit a pleasant murmur, then grabbing her hand in his, he brought it to his lips and gave it a tender kiss.

"An enigma. That's what you are," she softly said.

He gave her a long, deep, thoughtful look, then cradling her face in his hands, he said some words of his own.

"Kimi no koto sukide tamaranai."

Before she could even ask what the words meant, he planted a brief, tender kiss on her mouth, then continued to speak in Japanese.

"Kerei da."

"What are you saying?" She asked with a smile.

His lips curved upward in response, but instead of interpreting, he just kept on talking.

"Kimi ni muchuu."

"Come on, tell me."

Clearly enjoying every second of his little tease, he placed a few kisses along the edge of her jawbone, then looking her straight in the eyes, he said, "You are beautiful, I am passionate about you, I adore you."

"That sounds very romantic, but how do I know you weren't actually talking dirty to me?"

"If I was talking dirty, you would know it."

His eyes took on a lustful glow, and she felt his hips press against hers suggestively.

If you want me to talk dirty to you, I can," he huskily said. "But I usually save it for more intimate moments." He slipped a hand beneath the blanket that was wrapped around her body, then allowed his palm to rest against her bare hip. "Kisu shite."

"Translation?"

"Kiss me."

She didn't waste a minute heeding his request, and placing her palms on the back of his head, she guided his mouth to hers, then crushed her lips fiercely against his own. The blanket that was wrapped around her body fell to the floor, and as they shared a hot, wet, open mouthed kiss, a loud crack of thunder resounded through the air.

The lamp on Dane's drafting desk flickered and then went out, leaving them in darkness. Yet all they did was continue to devour each others lips, and for that moment they were safe in each others arms, shielded from the cold and darkness that surrounded them.