"That's not the only thing that will come tonight," he said. Wickedly. With an intent that made my whole body tingle.
"Oooh." I breathed the word rather than spoke it as Paen leaned into me, gently pushing me back onto the floor until I was stretched out with him leaning over me. "I suppose I could stay for a little while longer."
"I believe it will take us all of deep night to explore this attraction we share," he murmured, his lips brushing mine for a moment before they burned a little trail over to my neck. Propped up on an elbow as he was, he had only one free hand, but oh, how he made use of it! My back arched as his hand slid along my ribs to the closest breast. "I have watched you the last half hour, and have decided on many ways to give you pleasure."
A faint familiar feeling started building within me as my body quivered at his touch.
"Still with me?" he asked my neck.
"Right here," I said, breathing erratically as my hands decided to get in on the action. I tugged his shirt out of his pants and slid my hands underneath it, skimming along the very interesting planes of his naked chest.
"Good. If at any time you feel as if you are leaving your body, let me know and I'll do my best to anchor you."
My mind spent a few happy moments contemplating the form an anchoring would take, but there was too much pleasure to be had in exploring the lovely world of Paen's chest to devote too much time to that.
The hair on the back of my neck started to stand on end.
"This is a lovely jumper," he said, pulling back just enough to admire my sweater.
"Thank you. My aunt knitted it for me. She wove good luck wards into it. It's one of my favorites."
A slight smile curled the corners of his mouth. "Would you mind terribly if I removed it?"
"I'd like that a lot." I went limp as a rag as he peeled the sweater off me. No, that's not quite true - my hands were busily unbuttoning his shirt in between him pulling off my sweater. "Fair is fair," I added when he had to stop de-sweatering me for a moment while I tugged his shirt off.
"Absolutely." He stilled for a moment, looking down at where I lay languid before him, my hand sliding ever so slowly down the sleek muscles of his arm.
An abstract sense of detachment bubbled over and washed along my limbs, making me even more relaxed.
"Um... Paen?" My breasts, normally well behaved, suddenly decided they wanted out of my bra and into his hands. Or mouth. Or up against his chest. They weren't picky about which, they just wanted his full attention.
"Yes?" he asked, leaning over my belly, his tongue a brand on my flesh.
The room began to spin. "I'm starting to drift again."
His head moved up until his eyes filled my vision. "Focus on me, Samantha. Focus on what I'm doing to you. Feel every little touch I make. Concentrate on the pleasure I can give you."
"I'm... I'm trying..." My consciousness started to detach from my body. Paen's head dipped, his breath hot on my breasts as his tongue snaked between the mounds of flesh trying so desperately to escape my bra. "Er..."
"Focus, Samantha."
I started rising, lifting from my body.
"Stay with me!" Paen ordered. I floated above him, looking down to where he was peering at my face. My body looked relaxed, like I was daydreaming, a pleasant, if vague, expression on my face.
There was no drifting around the room. One moment I was there watching Paen, the next I was floating along the night, wafting who knew where.
I insist that you come back here! Samantha! Come back to me!
Pain accompanied the words in my brain, a hot burst of pain in my breast that immediately turned to pleasure so intense, it yanked me back. I blinked dumbly, surprised to find myself in my body again, Paen's curls tickling my chin as his teeth sank deep into my breast.
With that contact, my world changed.
Holy cow, I gasped into his mind. This is incredible. I can feel everything you feel! I can taste my own blood as you drink! I can feel passion building inside you. It's like we're sharing it somehow, like you're feeding me rather than vice versa. It's like -
My cell phone, located in my purse next to me on the floor, rang at that very moment. Paen lifted his head, the contact between us broken. Likewise the psychic connection between us disappeared, leaving me feeling oddly bereft, as if something that was a part of me, something I needed, had been taken away.
"I'm sorry," I said, apologizing both for my phone and the fact that we had been interrupted.