ANightatTheCavern by Anna Alexander

area. Her knees quaked and lungs burned as she
began to hyperventilate. Over the sound of her wheezing, she heard the scrape
of wood on wood as Jorge dragged an ottoman across the floor and positioned it
behind her.
    “Calm down, baby.” He cupped her face with both hands and
forced her gaze to meet his. “Breathe, just breathe.”
    “I’m trying,” she gasped.
    A line bisected his forehead with his frown. “Why are you so
freaked out?”
    “I-I’m not used to an audience. Especially when I’m naked.”
    “Are you afraid of Noah?”
    She nodded.
    “Ah, darling.” The gentle sweep of his thumbs against her
cheeks began to lessen some of her anxiety. “No one else is going to touch you.
At least not with their hands. But they will definitely feast upon you with
their eyes because, baby, you are a sight to behold.”
    Residual terror lodged in her throat, but she resolutely
swallowed it down and nodded again, willing the tremors shaking her shoulders
to subside.
    “Do you trust me?” he asked.
    An answer immediately sprang to her lips but she paused and
looked deep into his eyes. There in the bright depths she saw his strength and
the desire to see to her needs. That aspiration was not only in his eyes but
also in the gentle caress along her neck and the determined line of his lips.
Nothing bad would happen to her while in his care.
    She took a deep breath and with the utmost conviction said,
“I trust you, Jorges.”
    From behind the cloud of seriousness, his grin broke through
and was brighter than the spotlight. Lordy, that smile needed to come with a
warning label.
    The tension melted from his shoulders as he let out a slow
breath and slid his hands down her front to cup her breasts. Lifting the
mounds, he bent and painted her skin with warm puffs of his breath.
    “Just feel,” he said against her flesh then sucked her
nipple into the cavern of his mouth.
    With lips, teeth and fingers, Jorges played her breasts like
a musical instrument, eliciting a symphony of sighs and moans as he alternated
between each straining peak.
    “Look how pretty and red they’re getting.” He flicked at a
pebbled tip with his tongue. “So bright against your pale skin. Beautiful.”
    Under the spotlight, it appeared as if she had taken ruby
lipstick to her areolas, which was fitting since they burned with the most
exquisite pain and soon they became so sensitive even the brush of air set off
starbursts of ecstasy. Throughout her body an ache blossomed and she swayed on
her feet. She needed touch. The bite of his nails, the scrape of his evening
stubble, the slick roughness of his tongue on her flesh. She needed.
    “Jorges,” she moaned and rolled her hips, brushing her belly
against the steel ridge of his erection. “Please, Jorges. I need more.”
    He let go of her nipple with a pop and straightened. His
eyes glimmered with a voracious hunger as he pushed at her shoulders for her to
sit. “I need you too, baby. I need your mouth on me. Open up.”
    Without a moment’s pause she parted her lips and stuck out
her tongue, eagerly sucking in his cock as if he were feeding her the elixir of
life. Gone were all misgivings of anyone watching them. At that moment there
was only Jorges and the compulsion to whip him into a sexual frenzy greater
than hers.
    Against her tongue his cock twitched as she licked up the
underside of his shaft with each withdraw. The salty tang of his pre-cum mixed
with the spicy scent of his cologne created a flavor that was uniquely Jorges.
A taste she would forevermore crave. She sucked harder, hungry for more of the
decadent treat.
    “God, that’s good,” he groaned. “Your mouth feels amazing.
Can you take me deeper? Ah, yes.”
    His hands returned to her breasts, his fingers plucking the
sensitized peaks and making her moan around his throbbing length.
    “God, baby. Yes.” His hissed then pulled her nipples harder
with a tortured laugh. “Fuck. You make me want to come, but I have got to