"Nope," he smiled back at her. A small playful frown creased his brow as he added, "You seem to be, though. Need any help with that zipper. Come here. I'll get it for you."
"Oh, no, you don't!" she laughed, dodging his hands as she skipped into their bedroom. Seeing a big silver wrapped box with a bright red bow on the middle of their bed stopped her and she stood still in the doorway, enabling Nikolas to unzip her dress without protest. "Hey!" she scolded him.
"What?" he asked, the picture of innocence. "I'm trying to help."
"Yeah, sure you are," she replied. A small sigh escaped her as he eased her dress down and he wrapped his arms around her, pressing his bare muscled chest against her silk slip covered back. "Nikky, what's that on the bed?"
"A birthday gift," he murmured against ear.
"Another one?" Dawn asked, turning around in his arms so that they now faced each other. She brushed her lips lightly against his before she said, "Let me guess. Another teddy, right?"
Nikolas shrugged in reply and lowered his head, allowing his lips and tongue to wreak havoc against her neck.
"Mm," she moaned, voicing her pleasure at his sensual touch. "What color is this one? So far, I have a black one, a white one, a red one... I have a few more in pink, blue, yellow, green... And don't forget the zebra print and the leopard print ones. What's this one? Leather?"
Nikolas shook his head as she laughed herself away from him and plopped down onto the bed. "Ha, ha," he said, watching her as she tested the weight of the box. He quickly removed the rest of his clothes and joined her on the bed. Resting on his side, he indulged his need to look upon her and his desire to touch her. His fingers gathered the hem of her slip and he began to slide it up over her legs and thighs, allowing his fingers to graze against her soft skin, and enjoying how she trembled at his touch.
Dawn released her hold on the box and rolled over onto her back to lose herself in Nikolas' sultry brown eyes. Her fingers disappeared into his short brown hair and pulled his head down to hers. Her mouth opened over his, and they kissed passionately. Their tongues invaded and withdrew, alternating between his mouth and hers. Enjoying the taste and texture of each other, their kiss continued on until both couldn't survive without taking a brief pause for air.
Breathing heavily, Dawn arched her back as Nikolas lowered himself onto her. Her legs parted in anticipation of the warmth and hardness of his aroused sex as it settled itself between her wet, moist center, which had dampened her panties. She knew that Nikolas could feel the effect he had on her, just as she could feel the effect she had on him. When he began to grind himself against her, she arched her back even more as she wrapped her legs around him.
As Dawn's thighs pressed against his sides, Nikolas felt overwhelmed by the intensity of her strength and her obvious need for him. Their lovemaking was always passionate and sensual, taking them on erotic journeys that they would never want to venture with anyone else. And, now, Nikolas was torn. He wanted to give her what she wanted, yet, he also wanted to open the box and show her what he had in mind for this special night. As Nikolas tried to come to a rational decision in his fevered state, Dawn made the decision for him.
"Take my panties off, Nikky," she panted, unwrapping her legs from around him. After he quickly followed her bidding, she pulled her slip over her head, leaving herself bare beneath the heat of his unwavering eyes. Her eyes returned the favor and drifted over him as he stood on his knees, looking down at her. No part of his body was left untouched as she started with his eyes and then moved lower. She took in his hard chest, perfectly formed biceps, the six-pack of his abs, and down lower to where he now twitched and stood at attention as he ached to fill her and lose himself in her moistness. Subconsciously, her legs parted even more. "Come here," she whispered, opening her arms to him.
"I'm here." He shivered as her arms closed around him. Her hold on him was tight as she pressed her soft, full breasts against the solid wall of his chest. His mouth closed over hers, his tongue thrusting hungrily inside. She met the silent challenge he offered her and her tongue met his, thrust for thrust.
Nikolas became dizzy in his desire for her. His hands sought the soft the curve of her ample derriere, bringing her sex closer to his as he began to grind against her again. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, a small voice reminded him not to rest his weight fully on her, and in one swift movement, he rolled them over onto their sides. A gentle hand brought her thigh up to rest on his hip, opening her secrets up to him as his hand trailed from her thigh to venture to the treasure between her legs.
All thoughts of the box and its contents left Dawn's mind as Nikolas teased and probed her center with his fingers. His fingers moved inside her slowly, pulling out only to return in agonizing pleasure. Her pelvis began to move in time to the rhythm of his touch as her mouth moved along his neck. She kissed him there as hungrily as she kissed his mouth, biting, licking and leaving her mark.
Dawn moistened her fingers in her mouth. Nikolas watched her from behind heavy lidded eyes, wondering what she was about to do and knowing that whatever it was he'd love it. She smiled at him as removed her fingers from her mouth and slid them inside his. He licked and suckled them. When she tried to pull them out, he held fast and wouldn't let go. All the while, his fingers continued to move inside her, and the more she pulled on her fingers, the harder he sucked them and the faster his fingers moved.
The constant tug-of-war made Dawn mindless. Her head burrowed in Nikolas' neck as she surrendered to the spasms that overtook her. "Nikky," she moaned against him as he removed his fingers and replaced them with his throbbing erection.
She enveloped him with her warmth, her embrace around his manhood was tight and wet as Nikolas rolled their bodies again. With his back pressed against the bed, his hands dug into her hips. Nikolas watched the rise and fall of her breasts as he thrust inside her. He wanted them in his mouth...one at a time. He wanted to close his lips around a hard, brown nipple and roll his tongue around it, but he decided to wait. The time for that would be later, so in order to placate his wanton urgings, he released her hips and reached for her hands. His eyes held hers as he placed her hands on her breasts. His hands covered hers as they caressed and massaged her breasts and nipples. "Don't stop," he pleaded as his hands left hers and grasped her hips again.
Dawn's eyes never left her husband's as she caressed herself. Her breathing became harsh and loud as Nikolas moistened his full lips with the tip of his tongue. His enjoyment of what she was doing was obvious and she loved it. She became enthralled with her task as she squeezed and molded her breasts, loving the reaction it had on him as he whimpered, "Oh, Dawn."
His thrusts became harder and faster, his pelvis and hips working to push him further inside her. The climax was overwhelming to both of them, hitting them both at the same precise moment, and sending them to a different plane. To a different place where nothing mattered...only their love for each other.
"Another hickey?" Nikolas asked as he looked at his reflection in their bathroom mirror.
"A hickey for Nikky on his birthday!" Dawn laughed as she came up behind and wrapped her arms around him, her hands resting on his chest.
"Mm," came his only reply. A small sigh escaped him when Dawn stood on tiptoe and pressed herself against him, her hands squeezing his pecks as she did so. Her eyes peeked at him over his shoulder as they connected with his in the mirror. He saw the mischief shining in her eyes and thought that maybe for the first time, he was ready for whatever she was up to.
Her lips grazed across his back, parting so that her tongue could enjoy the shower-fresh taste of him. Her fingers plucked his hard, male nipples as her other hand went south. Her hand was gentle as it closed over his semi-aroused sex. She smiled to herself as Nikolas shuddered against her. "Nikky?" she asked.
"Yeah?" he whispered, hoarsely. He closed his eyes as her hands continued to torment him. She squeezed and released him as he pressed himself against her, silently begging for more.
Dawn enjoyed feeling him grow harder within the grasp of her hand. Her fingers trailed over him from the top and down to the base. Up and down and back and forth. Hearing his breath become shallower with every touch aroused her and by the time, her fingers closed over his bag of jewels, she'd almost forgotten her question. Almost.
"Baby," she whispered, kissing his shoulders as her fingers to continue to please him, "what's in the box?"
"What...box?" Nikolas asked. He was near the point of incoherence as he gripped the sink. His knees were becoming weak as his wife continued with her quest to drive him insane with need.
"The one on the bed," she replied. Her hands moved back to clasp themselves around his waist again.
The shock of her hands no longer on him caused Nikolas' eyes to blink open. She stopped, he silently asked himself. Very cute, he thought. With speed that surprised her, he turned around in her arms and faced her. She'd pay for torturing him, he decided as he looked at her. A grin spread across his face as he plucked her shower cap from her head and removed her towel. When she was as nude as he, he said, "So you want to know what's in the box?"
"Yep, I sure do," she answered. "I think you've teased me long enough, don't you?"
"Me?! Tease you??" he asked, amazed at how she perceived the play of events. "I think you've got the teasee confused with the teaser."
"Huh?" she laughed. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Yeah, right," he answered, before lowering his head to hers. His lips raked across her as his tongue moistened her lips and then slid between them. Drawing her tongue into his mouth, he growled deep in his throat when she became the aggressor. Dawn's tongue glided along his teeth and licked the inside of his mouth in wild abandon. Knowing that if they continued, he'd take her against the wall instead of on the bed where he really wanted them to be, Nikolas broke free of the kiss. "Wild woman," he growled.
"Who me?" she asked, trying to catch her breath.
"There is no other," he replied, taking her hand as he led her back into their bedroom.
They sat on the bed. Dawn's back was against the pillows and her legs were crossed. Nikolas sat, facing her in the same position. The silver box was between them. When she reached for the box, he playfully swatted her hands and moved the box away from her. His eyes danced with desire and merriment as he asked, "Do you really want to know what's inside?"
"Yes!" she exclaimed in exasperation. Patience was a virtue she hadn't fully grasped, yet, so the more Nikolas teased her with the box, the more irritated she became. "Nikolas!"
"Okay!" he replied. He wanted to tease her a little longer, but hearing her call him his birth name always gave him a jolt. He placed the box back in the empty space between them, but he didn't remove his hands. "Before you open it, remember that it's up to you. If you don't want to, we don't have to."
The warning threw her, but only for a second. With the eagerness of a child, she lifted the lid and removed the red tissue paper. Her eyes widened when she saw what was inside. "Ooh, Nikky," she grinned. "Naughty, naughty."
"Who me?" he asked, releasing a sigh of relief in response to her pleased reaction.
"Yes, you!" she laughed. Her hands pulled out the special items and as she began to slide off the bed, she said, "Okay, you know the drill. Assume the position."
"Nope," he said, shaking his head. Taking the two small velvet ropes and the black silk blindfold from her, he said, "These are for you. This time, you'll assume the position."
Dawn sat still on the bed as she watched Nikolas remove the box and lid. Biting her lip, she remembered her antics in the bathroom and realized that she was about to reap what she sowed. Oh, boy.
"Dawn?" Nikolas began, noticing her subdued expression. He moved around the bed to sit beside her. His hand rested on her thigh as he said, "Darling, we don't have to unless you want to."
His concern almost brought tears to her eyes, but she made them stay at bay, knowing they would only unnerve him. Her hand covered his and she nodded, "I want to."
"You're sure?" he asked. "You're not just saying that, right?"
"I'm sure, baby," she nodded. "I really, really want to."
She kissed him gently on the cheek and then brushed her lips against him. After she released him, she slid back into the middle of the bed, pushing the comforter and sheet onto the floor with her feet. She had a strong feeling that they'd need plenty of room and the coverings would only get in their way.
When she began to remove the pillows, Nikolas stopped her. "No, we should keep those...for your back."
"Okay," she said, waiting as Nikolas adjusted their pillows.
He placed two of the plump pillows against the headboard and then instructed her to lay against them. After she was settled, he asked, "Comfortable?"
"Yeah. It feels okay," she reassured him. When he paused for a second, she decided that action was stronger than words so she raised her arms above her head, her hands holding on to the headboard.
Nikolas tied her right wrist to the headboard. He could feel her eyes on him as he pulled the velvet rope into a knot. "Is this too tight?"
"Uh uh," she whispered with a smile.
He straddled her as he tended to her other wrist. Her eyes were drawn to his erection that stared back at her, promising her more sensual delight. Unable to resist the temptation, Dawn moved her head, putting herself in the right position to draw him into her mouth. She heard Nikolas sigh as she suckled him. His fingers lost themselves in the softness of her hair as he held her head against him, moaning at the insistence of her tongue and lips, he whispered, "Naughty, naughty. Not so fast, baby." He gently pulled himself from the sweetness of her mouth, his fingers leaving her hair to tenderly caress her jawline.
"I wasn't planning to go fast," Dawn informed him, kissing his fingertips as he grazed them across her lips.
"Yeah, right," he said. "It felt like you were."
"Well, I wasn't planning to, but...sometimes, I can't help myself," she admitted, watching him as he touched her, enjoying the feel of his hands on her breasts as his fingers stroked her hardened peaks. She sighed.
"Ah...sounds like you have a problem with restraint," he said, continuing to fondle her breasts and nipples. "It's a good thing you're tied up."
"Mm..." she moaned as his caresses became stronger. Her legs began to rub together in anticipation as she writhed beneath his touch.
"Slow down!" Nikolas scolded her. "I think you need to learn restraint and how to control yourself."
"But what if I don't want to?" she asked, pouting when he removed his hands.
Nikolas rose from his position over her and on all fours, he crawled backwards to rest at her feet. "But, you must," he said, his voice low and husky. "I'll help you learn." His hands separated her legs and his hands lingered her thighs, reveling in how she quivered beneath him as his thumbs grazed her inner thighs.
Raising her pelvis from the bed in a silent plea, she moaned again. "Nikky..."
"Yeah?" he asked. Looking at the offering she had for him, Nikolas almost forgot about the lesson he wanted to teach her. His eyes went back to hers and found that she had been watching him closely. He wondered if she knew how badly he wanted her.
She did, and she wanted him as much as he wanted her. She'd learn restraint...somehow. She wanted her lesson to begin. Now. She closed her eyes.
Nikolas understood. He took the black silk material and tied it behind her head. "Okay?"
She nodded. A sensual smile crossed her lips as she wondered if he was close enough to taste again. She moved her head forward and came into contact with his chest. Her mouth opened and her tongue trailed across him, searching for his nipples. She found one and quickly pulled it into her mouth.
Nikolas grasped the headboard as she suckled him. He indulged in her caresses a few moments more before he pulled away. "Restraint," he reminded her.
"If you say so," she whispered. "Will there be chocolate?" she asked as she felt him move away from the bed.
"No, chocolate for you," he answered. "I have something better."
"What's better than chocolate?" Dawn asked, sniffing the air.
"You'll soon find out. Restraint remember?"
Dawn shivered when Nikolas' finger smeared a warm, sticky onto her nipple. His movements were slow and deliberate, thereby, driving her insane with each touch. Her bottom began to writhe against the bed again.
"No, Dawn," Nikolas scolded her. She stopped moving, but her back arched to replace her silent begging.
"Nikky, I can't," she whimpered. She began to rub her legs together again as he finished with one nipple and moved to the other one. "Please..."
"Stop, sweetheart. Restraint."
"No restraint," she whined. "Satisfaction...now!"
"Later," his voice firm. He held his fingers up to her lips and said, "Open."
She opened her mouth and closed her lips over his fingers, drawing them inside and sucking them as hungrily as he had sucked on hers. When she had her fill, Nikolas removed his fingers and replaced them with his mouth. He kissed her deeply, feeding off of the taste of butterscotch in her mouth, on her lips and tongue. After he raised his head, he went directly to her breasts. His tongue licked the sticky, sweet confection from her. He took his time with each breast, pulling and kissing. He could feel her near the edge and each time she almost reached it, he stopped and pulled back. A small whimper escaped her every time.
"You're doing better, sweetheart," he said, before closing his lips over hers again. "Now, you'll be given a small reward."
Dawn held herself still as she waited. Her wait was a short one as Nikolas parted her thighs and began to caress and kiss her sensitive inner thighs. Her back arched and her head fell back against the pillows as his lips moved closer and closer to the source of her innermost passion.
Her fingers clutched the soft velvet as his tongue probed inside her. Crying out in ecstasy, she felt tears sting her eyes as he continued to kiss her intimately. He'd lied to her, a distant voice told her. He'd told her the reward was small. It wasn't. After he brought over the edge, he continued to do so until she was covered in perspiration and lay spent underneath him.
After he was done tasting her sweet nectar, he rested his head on her thigh. He found himself light-headed again and wanted a moment to catch his breath. Listening to her shallow breathing, he knew she needed the moment as much as he did.
After he had recovered he raised himself on all fours again. Crawling back up to kiss her, he was surprised to see that her cheeks were wet. Scared that he might have hurt her, he quickly removed the blindfold from her face. "Are you okay?"
"I'm better than okay," she breathed. "Have I learned restraint, yet?"
"Are you sure you're okay? I'll untie you..."
"Don't. Not yet, okay?"
"Okay," he said, relieved that she really was okay.
"You didn't answer my question," she reminded him.
"Oh, yeah," he said, laughing softly at himself. "Maybe you should tell me. Have you?"
"I'm not sure," she said. "I think I have a few more lessons before I know for sure. Do you think I could have one lesson, now?"
"Sure. Which lesson would you like?"
"I'd like for you to straddle me like you were before," she whispered. "It was my lack of restraint then which started my lessons. I'd like to see if I've made any progress since then."
"Dawn..." he sighed.
"I want to," she reminded him again. He was always hesitant about her wanting to taste him and she knew it was because he thought she didn't want to. She didn't know how to convince him otherwise unless she just came out and said it. "I want to taste you, baby. Please, let me."
"Would you like butterscotch as a topping?" he offered, finally convinced.
"I don't need it."
Nikolas flushed from the intensity of her stare as he edged closer to her. Her lips parted as he reached her and he slowly placed himself inside her hot mouth. Their eyes remained locked as she took him inside.
Her tongue moved across him, finding pleasure in the salty taste of him. Her head bobbed up and down as she worked in a frenzied pace. She heard him moan her name as his hands became tangled in her hair. She loved his reaction as she released her hold on him and began to trail kisses and licks up and down the length of him. She realized that she didn't want to restrain herself when it came to loving him. She wanted to reach satisfaction. Her lips closed over him again with that goal in mind.
Nikolas's fingers pulled Dawn's hair away from her face. His hands then moved lower to cup her face between his two palms, feeling her jaw move on his erection and against his hand told him that he'd find release soon. Too soon. "Stop," he moaned, pulling himself out of her mouth.
"Why?" she asked, moistening her lips as she looked at him.
"Restraint." Nikolas reminded her. He kissed the tip of her nose and then gently kissed her lips.
"I haven't learned it, yet?" she asked.
"I'm not sure. There's one more lesson and then, we'll see."
"Okay, my beautiful teacher, the final lesson, please."
Nikolas smiled down at her. She'd been a model student after all. Resting on one forearm, he continued to hold her eyes as he eased himself inside her. His fingers lingered against her, caressing her small nub as he began to move inside and out.
The love he felt for her was strong as he watched her close her eyes at his touch. She shuddered against him, overwhelmed at how soon she neared release. Thrusting deeply inside her, Nikolas' release soon followed hers, causing him to shudder against her, too.
Later, after the ropes and blind fold had been put away, they held each other. Tired, yet, glowing in their affection for each other. Nikolas's hands massaged her back as she traced tiny circles on his chest. He angled his head so that he could see her face as he said, "Are you ready?"
"Yeah, I guess," she mumbled. When he sighed in exasperation, she giggled against him. Her eyes shined as she said, "Don't forget my extra credit assignment."
"I don't think I could if I tried," he assured her. "Okay, here goes. You have a pretty good grasp on restraint, but I think you're still a little resistant to it. What do you think?"
"I think you're right," she agreed. "I see what I want and I go after it. No questions asked and no seconds thoughts."
"Oh, yeah? Is that how it was when we met?"
"Maybe," she shrugged. She laughed as his eyes narrowed at her.
"You know what that means..."
"No, Tickle Monster!" she said. "I'm serious, Nikolas. No tickling."
He groaned. The use of his birth name always got to him. "Okay, no tickling...on one condition."
"What? A condition? Okay, what's the condition?"
"Leather teddy," he smiled.
She shook her head. "No, leather teddy! Never!"
"Okay," he shrugged. "Tickle Monster is in the house!"
"Nikky!" she squealed as his fingers attacked. The attack was a brief one as laughter, soon turned into sighs and moans of pleasure.
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Song credit: "Rope Burn"--Janet Jackson