He Who Makes My Body Sing

I knew that I was pleading. That there was a desperation in my voice. That somehow, Duncan would finally do the deed and show me how much he wanted me.

I could see it every glance and he cast my way. His every touch made me feel more alive and I have never felt more womanly. I know he wants more than just a roll in the bed. It was something he made obvious.

"I don't want you to be just a bed mate, I want you to be part of my life."

So each time he spent with us, made those words even more compelling.

He was slowly showing me that I am more than just a body he wanted to possess. For Duncan, I'm already part of his life.

My whispered words made his eyes glow, and he released a growl of need that was barely audible. I let out a gasp when I found myself laying on the couch, while he was looming on top of me.

There was a glint in his eyes that I rarely saw. The unspoken need that I felt, weird as it may seem, has started to grow since he made me climax against a tree. I let out an involuntary whimper of need when I remembered that day.

Duncan's response was to capture my lips and deliver a mind-shattering kiss that made me want more. It was deep, consuming, and I slowly surrendered to the passion brewing between us.

His arms never came around me to touch me though. Just his lips, and his lower body. His legs were between mine, and I could feel how hard he was. I was expecting him to rub or ground his covered shaft against mine, but just like his arms, he remained unmoving.

Another part of my defenses cracked.

I felt my tears begin to fall as his lips soften, like he was slowly letting me get used to his touch. Gentle, sweet, and caring. My left hand cradled his face, which caused him to stop and look at me.

My thumb could feel a soft stubble of his facial hair on his face, I never saw him with a full beard, just his five-clock shadow. I have to say though Duncan was one hot man. He could have any woman in his beck and call yet here he was in my arms, kissing me, making come alive in more ways than one.

"Lass, I will not be making love to you so you could forget about that pain," he began. Duncan placed his hand over mine and held our hands together. "When I take you, it is because you want it, like how much I want you. Not to cover or forget but to acknowledge what we feel."

"But I do –"

A swift deep kiss cut any words from coming out, this was more on 'shut up and let me finish' kiss. I closed my eyes and enjoyed it. His tongue explored and familiarized himself with the cavern of my mouth. Our tongues glided against each other.

My body began to respond and I could not help but moan. He was doing his best not to get carried away, but the proof was pressing against me.

I was the one to lift my hips and grind against him. It caused Duncan to growl and let go of my lips. He tucked his head under my neck and I tilted it to let him have more access.

"Julie, lass," he breathed against my heated neck. It was followed by a lick and a bite that was soothed by sucking it. He was marking me. And I was throbbing and wet between my legs.

I felt his hand skim upward and I spread my legs wide allowing him access to the place that felt empty somehow.

Duncan's finger touched the gusted part of my undies and I took a deep breath because I was more than just wet, I was dripping. My underwear was soaked. He pushed the small strip that protects my tunnel, I felt his finger glide and caress my wet folds.

I moaned, and whispered his name. He lifted his head from my neck and commanded that I open my eyes. I did, and a gasps of wonder and need escaped me.

Duncan's eyes were glowing and he did not even bother to hide the hunger in them. My eyes widened when he bought his wet finger to his mouth and sucked my juices.

"I should get it from the source," he kissed my lips and tasted my own nectar.

His next move made me gasp and twist my hips away because he went down on me and started to lick my pussy.

Gads, I could feel every swipe and probe of his tongue on my sensitive folds. My pussy was gushing, the amount of secretion it was producing must have been a good sign for Duncan because he pulled my closer to his face.

I lost count of how many times I climaxed, all I knew was that constant pleasure he gave me. The way he tightened his hand on my thigh when I climaxed, and the way he smoothed my legs when it began to shake because of his ministration.

When all I could do was whimper, he slowly stopped and delivered a kiss on my mound, the juncture of my thighs, my knees, and then my calf. I did not bother to open my eyes because my body was too tired after how long, I have no idea.

I was expecting him to rub that hard flesh of his against mine, but he didn't. When I had enough strength to peel my eye lids, he was stripping off his shirt.

I swallowed several times while my eyes traced the contours of his chest and abs. I wanted to reach out and see for myself how hard his muscles were, but I was still afraid.

He leaned over me once more, kissed my forehead, and said, "Let's sleep, lass." And without much effort he carried me bridal style to my bedroom.

He placed me on the middle of the bed, and tugged my soiled panties downward. I lifted my hips so he could get it off me. I watched him drop it on the hamper and walked into the bathroom, I heard water and after a few minutes he came back with a wet hand towel.

Duncan gently cleaned my legs and removed the residue of what had transpired on the couch. I can feel my body stir and he must have seen it too, because he gave my lower lips a quick lick before finishing his tasks. When he was satisfied, he picked a new underwear and helped me to pull it up.

My eyes were starting to get heavy, but I still fought it. I blink several times, before I heard the water from the overhead shower start. As much as I wanted to keep my eyes open, I couldn't.

Before I drifted off to sleep, I felt the bed move and a strong pair of arms wrapped around me. And his whispered promise, "Sleep, no will harm you, you are mine, and I protect what I cherish."

Duncan's words made my heart soar, and my consciousness be at ease. For the first time since the ex attached me, I found solance in the arms of a man. No, he was not a man but an immortal.