Chapter 11

"Amy," John said his voice husky with yearning and desire "would you like to dance with me?"

Amy put her glass down and nodded, managed a smile while feeling so incredibly sexy that her whole body was tingling as she rose up from the table. He took her hand and led her into the middle of the room and pulled her close to him, entwining his fingers through hers. Appropriately enough, and completely by chance, the music was Don Henley's 'The End of Innocence.'

As they swayed slowly, she pressed her cheek against his, sighing softly in his ear. All her senses were filled with him, with his smell and his breathing and the rough texture of his wool jacket beneath her fingertips.

And as far as John was concerned, Amy was everything he'd thought she would be. As he rubbed his hand up and down her back, he was very much aware of just how close she was and caught himself before he pushed too hard, chiding himself to take his time with the seduction.

Amy's body was on fire at every single spot along her front where their bodies touched. The tips of her breasts sizzled where they flattened against his chest. Her belly was a boil where it rubbed against his belt. The inside of her right thigh crackled with electricity from the slightest pressure of his leg. And then came the moment when they stood there unmoving, their eyes locked together. Amy could hear his breathing, and listened to see if she could hear her own as well. She could and was surprised at how ragged it sounded to her.

"Are you okay?" she asked, leaning back to look at him.

"Oh yeah," he said wondering when his voice became an octave higher.

He moved his head forward and kissed her softly, tasting the sweetness of her lips. The kiss was soft, almost innocent. He couldn't believe he was finally kissing her and as he pushed his lips harder against hers, she parted her lips, allowing him to taste her.

As the kiss went into its thirtieth second, Amy cried out softly as he increased the pressure of the kiss. To Amy's mind, he was now devouring her, his mouth swallowing her and his hands engulfing her back, her shoulders, her waist. As he deliberately walked her backwards into his bedroom Amy submerged herself in him, her senses never more keen or alert -- breathing him in through her nostrils; tasting his tongue and feeling his awesome heat as his tongue licked her teeth and gums.

His free arm wrapped around her waist and hers went around his neck as the kiss continued to deepen. He moaned against her mouth as she pressed her body back against his.

When she finally pulled away, her lips were still half parted, as were her eyelids. The sight of her took his breath away. He let go of her hand and ran his through her hair, then pulling her mouth harder against his own, teeth against teeth.

Amy's body melted against his. They pulled away only because each had to breathe and couldn't and while gasping for breath, stared at each other in awe.

John had never, ever felt remotely like this before.

Amy couldn't possibly define how she felt. There were simply to many signals and sensations coursing through her mind and body to process.

He cupped her face, stroking her cheeks with his thumbs. "You have no idea what you do to me," he whispered softly before pulling her back to kiss her again. His tongue traced over her lips, flicking at the corners of her mouth before he sucked on her bottom lip.

Amy's grip around his waist tightened as his tongue moved into her mouth and stroked hers. Her body moved against his, still swaying slightly, only not to the music anymore, but to the music their bodies had started to play.

And then Amy moaned from the depths of her soul into his mouth as the kiss grew deeper and more passionate.

After maneuvering her to the center of the large master bedroom, John slowly began lowering the upper portion of her dress. And trembling with a combination of fear, anticipation and desire Amy closed her eyes.

Amy listened to his voice and felt his body hard against hers. She tried to concentrate on what he was telling her but it was useless. His breath was against her cheek, and then her neck, as he held her with one arm around her waist.

She stood there, almost in tears, bared breasts exposed to his view; frozen unless one considered the wavering of her still trembling legs.

What would she do?

She decided to remove the rest of her clothing. She was proud of her youth, knew she possessed a stunning body and wanted him to see it. Even so, her mouth went dry as she began to peel the lovely dress from her body, and she shivered as the garment brushed her forearm a second before floating away from her body. All the while, her eyes never left his, then slowly, very slowly her eyelashes moved downward and she closed her eyes signifying total surrender.

She heard a low rumble from the man who stood in front of her, and then felt the touch of something soft, something very delicate, something wet. Amy was utterly transported. She would have fallen over had John not anticipated it and braced her back with one hand, steadying her until she regained her balance. Her eyes remained shut as she savored the feel of his tongue as it traced the curvature of each breast.

An eternity later, Amy realized his hands were roaming over her torso and kisses were being bestowed along her shoulder and her bare back. She responded by arching her back, spreading her legs slightly apart to gain better balance. She realized after a time that the tremors had subsided, and she let the sensuality of it all wash over her.

"This may take a while," John said and for the first time Amy was able to detect some nervousness on his part. And she laughed. It was nervous and shaky, but it was a solid laugh nonetheless.

"I've got lots of time," she rasped, her voice betrayed her own nervousness to him.

"Don't think of anything but me," he husked and kissed her again, his tongue hot and lingering in her mouth. Then he removed her shoes, the last item of clothing other than the pearls he had bought her that day.

Then for security more than anything else, she closed her eyes, and her breath caught in her throat as his just spoken words registered on her consciousness.

"Think of no one but me, my darling Amy."

"Take me," she said, her voice a mere shadow of itself. And on feeling the sudden suction at her left nipple, moaned loudly enough so that Mona and Eve who stood outside the apartment listening at the door heard it and embraced each other and shared a wild kiss, before finally racing upstairs to Mona's apartment. Amy shrieked again a moment later from the jolt of electricity that hit her when he lightly nibbled on her with the edge of his teeth. But the eavesdroppers were gone off to make their own moans.

Summoning up courage she didn't think she had, Amy peeked down through her lashes at the dark head at her breast; at the contrast between his dark chestnut brown hair and tanned neck and the alabaster white of her breasts; at the sparkling whiteness of his teeth and the pink of her areole just a split second before his mouth swallowed it up. She reached out and ran her spread fingers through his chestnut mane, pulling him to her and forcing her breast deeper into his magical mouth.

'Suck me, ' she thought. 'Eat me, gobble me up.' She was lost in the midst of an unparalleled elation.