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Dreams In Amber Refrains CHAPTER 15 Blair had her head and body turned away from him. She did that sometimes after their loving making had been particularly intense as if she had to protect some part of her for a few minutes after giving him everything. He never let her drift for more than a few minutes though. He hated the distance even when he knew why she did it. And he especially hated it now. That mess with Heather had been way too close for comfort. He thanked his lucky stars that Blair accepted his explanation about his “strange” behavior and the only distance that existed between them now was because he had loved her to the point of total surrender. He ran his hand slowly along her back and focused on the smoothness of her skin and the perfection of the small of her back and the way her butt swelled gracefully. He leaned over and kissed the small of her back then bit her right butt cheek softly. She moaned then he heard her laugh softly. “More?” “Lots but I’ll give you a minute to rest.” She chuckled and rolled over toward him. He wrapped his arms around her as she rested her head on his chest. This was better. He could lie like this for as long as necessary. He let her cuddle with him for another ten minutes but then he jostled her and said, “Was I good?” “Shut up. You know what you do to me.” “I like it when you scream like that. Did I hear a yodel or two?” “Don’t mess with me. You know I can’t resist a challenge. I’ve let you off easy for a while now. If you push me, I’ll have to decide to make you do something you don’t want to do.” “Like what?” Blair lifted her head and looked him in the eye. A slow smiled eased across her face and her eyes twinkled. “Like sing. I’ll have to make you sing.” “I don’t sing, Blair. Never have. Never will.” “Now, see, that was a mistake. Okay, here are the rules. You cannot touch me until you sing a damn chorus from some sappy, sexy ass song. A full chorus. Is that clear?” “So what I just lay here until I sing?” “Yes. Spread eagle and keeping your damn hands to yourself.” “Need a time limit here, babe.” “Thirty minutes.” He tried not to laugh out loud. Is that all? Thirty minutes! Hell, he could use a thirty-minute nap right about now because when this was over he had plans for her. And besides she was the one who would have a hard time waiting for even ten minutes with him all ready and available to her. Patience was not one of her biggest virtues. “I can do that. Deal.” “Okay, you have a twenty-minute break to do what you need to do. Maybe you should get yourself a snack because this is going to feel like thirty hours instead of thirty minutes.” He grinned as he watched her wrap herself in a sheet and head to the bathroom. She turned him on like no one he ever encountered in his life before and more than anyone else ever could. Actually, the suggestion about the snack wasn’t a bad one. He slipped into his shorts and bounded down the main stairway. He used the downstairs bath and “freshened” up a bit. The idea made him laugh out loud but for some reason his body was tingly in anticipation of bringing Blair to her knees and making her apologize for thinking she could win this challenge. He then made a quick sandwich and ate it with an eye on the clock. With two minutes to spar he raced back upstairs and careened into the bedroom. He stopped in his tracks. The room was bathed in hushed light as candles burned in strategic locations and there was music playing in the background very softly. The bed had been remade and was turned down. He stepped into the room and inhaled the scent of jasmine. How had she down this so quickly? “Are you ready?” called Blair from the bathroom. “Are you?” “Yes, indeed. Now, since it is my game, my rules. Close the door, lock it and get in bed.” “Close the door? There’s no one here but us.” “Close the door and get into bed. Naked. I want you naked and spread eagle.” Orders? He was really going to have to teach her a lesson or two but that would be later. He closed the door, locked it and made a leap for the bed. He slipped out of his shorts and tossed them and didn’t bother to look at where they landed. “I hope you have your song picked out.” Song? He hadn’t even thought about it. “Just so I can tell you later what I would have sung.” She laughed. “Remember the rule. You can’t touch me until you sing. A whole chorus.” “When I win, what do I get other than bragging rights?” “You get to set the rules for the next game.” Okay. She might just regret saying that. “Come on let’s get your little game started because once you concede defeat, I have plans for you. The clock is ticking, babe.” She walked into the room. She was dressed in a white negligee and robe that just brushed her upper thighs. Her hair was piled on top of her head and she was wearing stiletto heels. He felt an erection just at the sight of her. She was right about one thing. This was going to be one long ass thirty minutes. She walked slowly into his direct line of site and then paused. She glanced over at him then feigned surprise. “Oh, look. There’s something wrong with my shoe.” “I’ll help you fix it.” “You need to just lay there, remember?” She bent over slowly to “fix” her shoe and he thought he was going to lose it as her hair tumbled forward and the silky robe she was wearing draped forward exposing her ass and long legs to the fullest extent. He glanced at the clock. Twenty-five damn minutes to go. She straightened up in graduated degrees then smiled at him. She wet her finger then slowly traced the outline of her lips before sucking her finger for a second. Ouch. She had no right to look that sexy with such a tired and cheesy porno routine but he could barely contain himself as he watched her. She lowered the robe off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. He closed his eyes. She wasn’t being fair. Damn wasn’t this against the rules? So he was going to have to lay here and watch her disrobe for him? Not fair. Blair was not playing fair. When he opened his eyes she was gone. Okay, maybe she realized that disrobing stuff was not within the rules. She would concede defeat to him and he’d take it even if it were based on a technicality. Whatever it took for her to agree that he got to put his hands on her. When he felt the bed move, he knew he was in deep trouble. He slowly turned his head and saw her resting on her knees as she kicked off her shoes. Damn. Could she please tone it down a bit? She was killing him. She crawled close to him and then touched his chest. “I’m calling a foul, Blair,” he managed to say despite a sharp intact of breath. “You touched me.” “It’s not against the rules for me to touch you.” “Oh, babe, no. This is so wrong.” “Keep your hands to yourself,” she whispered as traced his lips with her index finger lightly then kissed him. He had to fight to keep his hands from touching her. She moved down and dotted his chest with soft kisses then sucked his nipple and fire shot through his body. She let her hand drift down his chest and stomach. As it inched closer and closer to his penis, he took short breaths and tried to think of something else. But all he could think of was how soft her hand was and how her lips transmitted electric jolts every time they touched him. When she kissed him just below his belly button he gripped the sheet to keep from grabbing her but his groin thrust upward to meet her. Just as he was about to yell in frustration she stopped moving her hand and stopped kissing him. He closed his eyes and tried to calm his breathing. He could last another twenty minutes…probably, only fifteen left. “You can’t undress me, so I guess I’ll have to do it myself.” His eyes popped open. She moved back and then slowly stood up on the bed. He tried not to watch her but he couldn’t take his eyes off of her as she towered over him. She reached up and pulled the pin out of her hair so that it fell in soft waves past her shoulders. He felt such a longing to be in her at that moment there was no way to hide what he was feeling. Next she was going to toss that damn negligee and he still wasn’t going to be able to touch her unless he sang and he couldn’t sing. A man had to keep his pride. He waited for her to pull the negligee over her head but instead she reached under it and pulled down her panties. His eyes locked on her as he tried to catch his breath. She looked down at him. Was that a smirk? She was so going to pay for this. Then she leaned forward and placed her hands on her knees. Slowly she lowered herself into a squatting position then tipped forward, balanced herself on her knees and straddled his body. He closed his eyes. He was fighting with everything he had to maintain some measure of control but he knew he was doomed. His body seemed to have a mind of its own. When he felt her hand on his penis, he tried to reach for her but she pushed his hand away. “No hands, remember? I’ll have to do all of this myself.” Oh, shit. She positioned him with one hand and then lowered herself onto his penis. She was so ready for him, she easily slipped him full tilt into her. She began to move in a slow rhythm. He was dying here. He needed her fast and hard now. Her breasts were still covered and he needed to see them, suck them She leaned forward so that fabric of her negligee brushed his mouth. He reached for her but she used her hands to lock his in place. “Are you ready to sing?” she asked breathlessly. “No. This slow easy shit is fine.” She leaned over and kissed him. He felt as if he was about to explode. She drew back and sat up straight, rocking up and down in a slow undulating rhythm. Up. Down. Left. Right. She sucked on her right hand as she made moaning and soft animal sounds. He wasn’t sure he had ever felt this hard in his life. She was killing him. She looked down at him. “Are you ready?” Ready? He was about to become a babbling idiot if he didn’t get to put his hands on her in the next minute. Time to wave the white flag. There was honor in a noble defeat. What the hell could he sing? “Love you right. Hold you tight. Love you till the morning light. Love you by day, love you by night. Baby…” She leaned forward again and clamped his hands in place. “Is that a real song?” “Heard it on the radio. So it counts.” She threw her head back and moaned. “It counts.” He broke her hold on his hands. “Take that thing off.” She pulled at the negligee and lifted it over her head. He stared mesmerized as her breast bounced free then gave up trying to control himself. He grabbed her and pulled her down on him then rolled over so he was on top. He positioned himself to get maximum leverage as he nudged her legs further apart. He began to pump her like there was no tomorrow. She was going to pay for this one but damn if he didn’t feel like singing some sappy ass love song. Singing loud. “Won’t let you go. Love you all night. Love you by day, love you by night.” Chapter 16 Dreams In Amber Refrains FAN FICTION |