The Art of the Heart

Please, Lindsey. Please!

Stevie's breath caught in her throat as Lindsey continued to thrust towards her centre with all his might. Obediently keeping her eyes tightly shut, she was surprised to find that it was becoming harder and harder to resist the urge to look at him.

It was strange, really, she thought, since she knew she often closed her eyes at the height of sensory stimulation. She recognised, for example, that when he had his head between her legs, lapping enthusiastically at her and working his special brand of tongue magic, she reflexively grabbed for his curls, tilted her pelvis and squeezed her eyes shut. Always.

In fact, she smiled as she remembered an unfortunate incident with Jimmy Iovine where she had, with eyes closed while he worked on her with his tongue, patted his head repeatedly with her hand, furiously searching for the wrong man's hair, and said (suffering the confounding effects of too much brandy), "Oh no, baby, no! Why'd ya have to cut those beautiful curls off even shorter? Honey, you know how I love to hold them close! Why'd ya do it, Linds?" It wasn't the sort of thing one could ignore but Jimmy had a very well-developed sense of pride and what she had done was so beyond the pale that the net result was him stopping, turning white as a sheet and staring ominously for about thirty seconds, then redoubling his efforts like a man possessed so that she had, within no more than about ninety seconds, the longest, most thunderous orgasm she had ever experienced. He made no comment about her transgression, other than to growl, once her panting had subsided and he was rubbing his manhood furiously against her, preparing to blow his load all over her soft pinkness, "Say my name, Stevie! Tell me who you want to come all over that sweet pussy!" She had turned out a performance good enough to have earned her a place at Julliard on full scholarship and he had never mentioned it again.

A particularly forceful thrust and its accompanying grunt returned her thoughts to the present and she couldn't help but smile internally at what a present it was. He was rock-hard, filling her space perfectly with each roll of his hips, and though she wished she could gaze at him, she realised she spent so much time admiring him just in the normal course of a day that she could conjure up what she was willing to bet was an almost perfect reproduction in her mind's eye.

She opened her mouth to speak but she felt his fingers immediately brush over her lips and he shifted his weight so he could bring his mouth close to her ear. "Shhhhh, shhhh. Just relax and concentrate on what you feel."

"But-" She was cut off this time by his hand applying gentle but firm pressure across her mouth.

"Stevie! Aaargh! You're so recalcitrant! Just do as you're goddamn told.......or.......do I need to think of a way to discipline you?" The warmth and soft raspiness of his voice told her he was more amused than irritated but she resolved to do exactly as he wished. Just then, he slid his hand under her and pinched her lightly on the left buttock, making her giggle and swat him away.

"Hmmm. Now that I've had a little bit of that beautiful Nicks behind between my fingers, I think I need to cop an eyeful of it," he whispered, his lips again close to her ear.

His weight lifted from her and she felt two firm hands on her right side, pulling her over to the left until she rolled onto her front. She felt first a light touch of his hands as he seemed to stroke the silk of her corset, then his fingers began to fly around the centre of her back, deftly unlacing her torso  from its silk prison. He had had plenty of practice, after all.

She couldn't tell exactly what he was doing next; she couldn't feel him and nor could she hear or sense anything.
She waited for what seemed like an eternity then jumped when something soft and wet touched her right heel. She quickly realised it was Lindsey's mouth as he kissed his way up her calf, along her hamstring, over her buttock, across the small of her back, up her shoulder blade, sweeping her hair up and over the back of her head so he could plant soft, lingering kisses on first the right, then the left of her neck. He then gave her left side the same treatment, this time from the neck down to the heel.