Lost Art of Steele - Part III-NC-17
Date: Saturday, August 12, 2000
Lauryn Poynor <firstname.lastname@example.org>
- LOST ART OF STEELE PART III - NC-17
by Lauryn Poynor
- Many thanks to Anne Rose, wise
beta reader and NC-17 guru for invaluable help with this one.
- Rated NC-17
- "Where do I want you? What
a question, Laura," he said with a teasing light in his
eyes. "Let's see. Almost anywhere, really." Steele
leaned closer, lowering his voice seductively. "My office,
your office, the elevator, the kitchen, the floor, the bedroom.."
- She rolled her eyes. This was not
going to be easy. "How about the sofa?," she offered.
- "The sofa it is. I'm yours
to command, love." She crossed to the sofa and sat down.
- Putting his drink on the coffee
table, he gathered up the pad and pocketed several charcoal pencils.
He moved the coffee table aside and went into the kitchen, returning
with a wooden stool. He glanced at the lamps and toward the window
as if checking the light. He centered the stool several feet
away from the sofa and then sat on it.
- "How is that distance,"
he asked. "Comfortable?"
- "Fine," she said. He moved
toward her. She jumped at his touch. He positioned her, drawing
her knees up and shifting her until she rested lengthwise with
her feet on the sofa. He took off her shoes, reset her feet and
then placed her hands so that they rested on her shins.
- "This is just a start, he explained.
"You can move around a bit when you need to. As I'm drawing,
you'll see me turn the page. Then you can move into another position.
Whatever you wish. You lead, I'll follow, eh?" It sounded
simple enough. Laura calmed down a bit. "Back in a flash,"
he said. He returned with a metal easel. He set it up, securing
the pad in place. From her angle she could only partially view
the surface of the pad. He perched back on the stool and began.
- His pencil moved in quick, sure
strokes, his gaze shifting easily from her back to the page before
him. Laura could see the bold outlines of her figure taking shape
and substance. She, who had never seen him work, watched curiously.
He sketched quickly and skillfully, his long, sensitive fingers
curved in concentration, his body at a three quarter angle to
her line of vision. His loosely belted robe had fallen open at
the waist, revealing the dark, curling hair of his chest. She
took pleasure in the view. She caught a glimpse of his thigh
as he shifted position slightly. She wondered if he had anything
on under his robe. He pushed a stray lock of hair from his forehead.
His blue eyes stared at her with complete concentration, unnerving
and exciting her at the same time. She had never been the object
of such total attention. She sensed his enjoyment and gradually
allowed herself to relax .
- Close to ten minutes had passed
when he removed the pad from the easel, turned to a blank page
and re-secured the pad.
- She tried to read his expression
for some hint of what to do next but he gave nothing away. Gathering
her courage Laura pulled her sweater over her head. She unclasped
the front of her satin bra and let it fall to the floor. Only
a brief flicker of his glance betrayed his surprise. Icy calm,
our Mr. Steele, she thought. Maybe he sensed that any reaction
would panic her. But despite her earlier fears she was finding
it oddly comfortable, as if there was an unspoken trust forming
- Absorbed in the moment she committed
his image to memory as he in turn recorded hers. With each of
Laura's movements the silent communication between them never
wavered. The turn of the page came again. She stood up, unzipped
her shorts and stepped out of them. She saw him tense and heard
the slight quickening of his breath. She reclined before him,
her hair tumbling over her shoulders. Her recumbent form took
shape under his mobile fingers. She saw his concentration waver
slightly. There was an almost imperceptible hesitation as he
turned the next page. She removed her panties and stood naked
and completely still before him. He held her in his gaze, almost
unbelieving, as if she were a mirage that would suddenly vanish.
He stopped and stood up, hardly daring to breathe, and watched
her walk towards him. When she was inches away she spoke.
- "Is this where you want me?"
- "Yes." The word seemed
to catch in his throat as if her oxygen were burning up his lungs.
Without touching him she crossed the distance to his lips. When
that distance closed there was no restraint. They sought each
other, touching, tasting, exploring - anticipation and hunger
making them breathless. Laura slipped her hands inside his robe,
feeling the warmth of his chest and the pulsation of his heart
against her palms. Insistent, his arms circled her waist, pulling
her against him. She felt his erect length press against her
body. The heat of his lips moved to the hollow of her throat,
then down her shoulders. A stifled cry escaped her as he moved
to her breast. He sucked her nipple, drawing her left breast
into his warm mouth. He teased the right nipple into hardness
with a light touch of his fingers. Longing made her head swim.
- She pulled almost desperately at
the belt of his robe, pulling it free, needing to feel the heat
of his skin against her own. Steele shivered as the robe fell
away and her hands slid slowly down his body. Her fingers began
at his chest and continued exploring, trailing across his flat
belly, then downwards. Finding his erection she caressed the
smooth flesh, feeling its hardness against the sheath of her
hand. Her lips trailed wetly down his hip as she bent to take
him into her mouth. She heard the sharp intake of his breath
as she encircled him, her palms pressed against the backs of
his thighs, holding him. She relaxed her throat to take him deeper
into her mouth. She felt him lean slightly away, as if trying
to curb his response. She took him deeper then, from root to
tip, teasing the underside with her tongue. Breathing hard he
gripped her shoulders, clinging to her as she drove away all
thoughts of resistance. Her rhythm continued to work him. She
felt the muscles tightening in his thighs and knew he was close.
He took what she offered until he knew his own flesh could not
contain it and all of him spilled into her. Near collapse, his
equilibrium failed and his knees sank to the carpet.
- Steele fell onto his side, Laura
moving with him, and he pulled her close, gasping. His eyelids
fluttered open as she touched the side of his face and smoothed
back a damp lock of hair. She held him until the rate of his
breathing subsided. Kissing her swollen lips, his hands stroked
her skin, barely touching the surface. She rolled on her back
feeling almost weightless as his touch meandered across her curves.
Wanting more contact she pulled at his fingers. They moved lower,
skimming her navel, then tangling in the soft curls below. She
felt his warm breath against her skin as his lips continued their
descent. She was already wet and parted when he placed his head
between her legs. She felt the wet friction of his tongue, up
and down, pressure changing with her response. Pleasure pulsed
through her like static electricity. She thrust against him as
his lips explored her and his tongue teased at her entrance.
- Steadily he gave her more until
the contact overwhelmed her. Tears filled her vision. Her thighs
gripped him and finally she spasmed against him, dizzy with sensation.
- She fell back, her legs releasing
him. Gradually Laura's breathing slowed and became more relaxed.
He watched her in fascination. In a slow progression his hands
moved up her body, his strong fingers kneading and soothing her
- "You're so beautiful, love,"
he said. More than I had imagined."
- "It's enough? Just the real
Laura, in the flesh?", she asked.
- "Oh, yes... Well, never just
flesh." Steele replied. "But it is such lovely flesh."
His lips and tongue teased her earlobe. His breath made her shiver
and she turned to kiss him. Pulling him in, they lay side by
side. Her hands traversed him, seeking and finding, traveling
from his back and shoulders to the taut, smooth skin of his buttocks.
Wanting more, her fingers teased the curve of his hip. She reached
between his thighs, testing his readiness for her. He became
easily aroused and ready, she found, whenever she touched him.
- Rolling back, she pulled him on
top of her, lifting her hips to bring them skin to skin. He was
large and his first strokes slightly uncomfortable, but soon
his hardness glided like silk inside her. Her channel felt incredibly
tight and wet to him as he moved in and out of her. He quickened
his rhythm as she engulfed him. They moved together, each infused
and stimulated by the other's pleasure. She pulled him sideways,
still linked and he rolled on to his back. Laura straddled him.
She lowered herself down his length, enclosing him entirely.
He could sense from the eventual quickening of her movements
that she was close and he pushed up with his hips trying to drive
her to release. He reached down to their joining, his hand on
her, to find the center of her pleasure. Steele heard her cry
out and felt her press and contract, her heat surrounding every
inch of him. After a few final thrusts, his hands gripped her
waist and he pulled the length of her body tightly against his
own. Soon, they slept.
- End Part III
To Part IV