Julian sat quietly, wordlessly, simply listening to her breathing and his own, and feeling her hands brushing and sliding all over him, gentle as birds' wings, making him gradually aware of the entire surface of his body.Julian sat quietly, wordlessly, simply listening to her breathing and his own, and feeling her hands brushing and sliding all over him, gentle as birds' wings, making him gradually aware of the entire surface of his body. With a jolt of excitement, he felt her fingers brush over his genitals, but they lingered there only for a moment. "Patience," she said lovingly, for she had seen his start, felt it as she pressed herself softly into him, heard the soft clat- ter of the chain against the headboard. He turned his head, wanting to apologize, but could not. "I know," she told him softly. Then, almost unnoticeably at first but with more conviction, he began to feel her nails also sliding over him, just as before, all over. Again, he started and writhed, inhaling sharply, but became quite still when he felt the collar tugged back firmly. "Not a sound," she told him. "I want complete silence." Then, she resumed, and Julian fought for all he was worth not to gasp or cry out as he felt her nails exciting his skin, in his most sensitive places -- his sides, the hollow between his hips, his waist, his inner thighs, his neck. He could not suppress his body's reaction totally, though, and she felt him buck against her at her every movement, though he was fight- ing not to. "Yes," she whispered into his ear as he battled to re- main still and quiet, "it's hard, isn't it?" He nodded, and could not help a light whimper from low in his throat; she did not seem to mind. "It will get easier, I promise you." And this continued. Slowly, slowly, he began to control his body and his involuntary reactions, only biting his lower lip -- until she saw this, and placed her hand on his mouth. "No." He parted his teeth, and she smoothed the reddened skin. |