Late-night assignment

[Noémi Jourdain]

Noémi was slow, courting every ounce of his attention. She teased with surety, revelling in the anticipation riven into every breath. Where skin was revealed, her lips or fingers trailed a welcome. Demurity parted for sensuality, her focus absolute, her soul spellbound. Her entire awareness receded to the sharpness of his watching eyes. Nikolai followed every movement, and the intensity was like a branding touch of its own. The faint echo of his perfume on her own skin made her heady. She wanted him to watch. To feel the weight of his possession over her.

As the svelte and pleasing lines of him fell to her own claiming, she marvelled at the vulnerability he shared. Trust had never even occurred to her until she felt the fabric of his shirt between her fingers, and it only reflamed the ardency of her own passion to be so entrusted. Her touch lingered on the ruined flesh of his arm then, surprised to find such an incongruous blemish. Her gaze brushed his, but for whatever silent question imparted, when she lifted his arm it was to place a worshipful kiss in the sensitive crook of his elbow. His hand at her hip trailed her closer. Noémi’s lips teased close as her hands teased the button free at his waistband.

She was gratified to feel him flush against her soon after. The urgency of his kiss met reciprocity, and she allowed herself to succumb to the need with unusual abandon. The bridge of a millenia closed in a second, and her palms curved the back of his neck. Noémi did not know where to go, yet was unwilling to break the connection for even a breath’s moment. Where he guided she followed, until soft sheets met the bare flesh of her back. The weight of him felt like home.