Destined to Feel. Indigo Bloome

in case she stops doing it.

      I lower my head to her sex and sniff, animal instinct taking me over. She smells sensational and there is no doubt in my mind she’s ready. I lick, darting my tongue between her lips and around the edges of her hot, wet layers. She groans in response, arching her back but unable to move her arms from over her head, and I kiss and suck a little more, teasing her swelling clitoris, before raising my head from between her thighs, her sweet juice on my lips, and grin at her shocked face.

      ‘I’d say it’s a dead heat at this point, sweetheart. But that’s not why we’re here.’ I reach over her body lowering my groin over her head, my dick dangling deliberately close to her lips, so I tease her knowing she can’t lift her head high enough to fully take me. God, this is fun — she is so frustrated by desire but trying to be so contained. I love it! I pick up one of the candles from around the fireplace and bring it back to our position on the rug.

      ‘Jeremy … what are you doing? You’re not really going to use that, are you?’ She sounds a little nervous now.

      ‘Have you ever done this before?’

      She shakes her head. No words, she’s silently debating pros and cons in her mind. It’s so obvious I can almost hear it. Best get moving before she talks herself out of it.

      ‘I’ve done it before, and I know you’ll like it, Alexa. Trust me. I’d never hurt you.’

      She closes her eyes, a good sign; she’s silently giving in to herself, giving in to me.

      ‘I’ll start slowly, somewhere less sensitive, you choose. That way you can get used to the sensation.’ Always good to let her know she still has a say, some power.

      ‘Where do you recommend?’ And the power returns so gallantly back to its rightful place …

      ‘Feet, and I’ll work my way up. Ready?’

      I locate the remote control from behind me and turn the volume of the music up; we both like Chicane and it will help Alex relax into the experience.

      She nods. She is ready and I can’t help but be in awe of her willingness to experiment sexually with me, the absolute trust she places in me. No one on earth compares to Alexa when we are like this together. It’s exhilarating. She closes her eyes and holds her breath as I position the candle over her legs and I carefully drop a small amount of wax on the front of her foot, and wait. She sighs and visibly relaxes. Not as bad as she was expecting. Her consent allows me to continue. As I move slowly up her legs, her body shivers and her skin responds with goosebumps.

      ‘Keep your eyes open, sweetheart, I need to see you.’ I’m utterly absorbed in her reaction as I eventually move closer to her belly, lust clouding her eyes. I ensure the candle cradle is full of liquid wax as I tip enough on her skin to fill her belly button.

      ‘Oh … my … god …’ She gasps, arches her back in response and a light moan escapes her lips as her trapped wrists continue to anchor her body to the floor. I hope I don’t come before this is over. She looks even hotter than she does in my dreams; I had no idea that was possible! If her arms were free she’d cover herself, but she can’t and I’m pleased I went to the effort of restraints. Even so I’d better check in to make sure; I’d never want to hurt her, even accidentally.

      ‘Are you okay? It’s a shock, isn’t it?’

      ‘Yes, a complete shock. So hot, but it doesn’t burn, then the warmth follows … It feels so weird in my bellybutton, as if you’ve tapped into my core.’ Bless her. Such abandon and analysis at the same time. I watch as the wax hardens on her belly like a plug and place my palm over it, feeling her heat. I can’t prevent myself from kissing her sensuous lips and penetrating her mouth with my tongue as she lies beneath me, mesmerised. She responds with such immediate and unexpected passion that after a few moments we are both rendered literally breathless. This wasn’t part of my plan but I’m certainly not complaining. I fleetingly wonder if she has any idea just how much sexual energy and raw lust is screaming out of her pores. It shocks even me. Either way, her nipples are exactly how I want them now, hard, pert and ready for action. I straddle her body, ensuring her legs are as anchored as her hands. I need to get a move on now, otherwise it will be my juice over her nipples instead of hot wax.

      ‘Oh god, Jeremy … Are you sure?’

      ‘Very sure, sweetheart, you’ll love it. I’ve been thinking of this since we arrived. I want moulds of your gorgeous tits. Now lie still, I don’t want to miss.’ She takes deep breaths, no doubt attempting to control any nerves or anxiety. And now she waits. ‘Open your eyes for me.’

      I love it when she follows my commands. It makes her that much more perfect for me. My intention was to do one nipple at a time, but I’m so ready to explode I pick up another candle, swivel it around to ensure it has the same level of liquid wax and decide to trust my medical precision to do both nipples at the same time. The look on Alexa’s face is priceless — apprehension, curiosity and excitement all at once.

      ‘Trust me, I’m a doctor.’ I wink at her as I position each candle high above her breasts. The suspense is killing her, which I love, so I wait a little longer to coincide with the chorus in the music. I ask her to calm her breathing because it’s moving her breasts too much, knowing full well she has a snowball’s chance in hell of doing anything about it. She groans loudly in frustrated excitement. I know she’d slap me at this point if she could. The time is right and I pour the silky hot wax on both nipples and she writhes and screams at the shock of it; I can only imagine the sensation, knowing how much more sensitive her nipples are than mine. But I also know the initial shock is worth the feeling and the pleasure that follows. I’m thrilled that she is experiencing this, knowing she’ll love it.

      ‘Ahhhh, god, Jeremy. That’s hot, so fucking hot. Fuck, fuck, fuck!’

      Swearing, that’s unusual for her. She strains against her bound arms and her hips are bucking against mine as my weight pins her to the floor. And then the wax starts to cool against her delicate pink buds. I need to distract the tsunami building within my balls, so I carefully place the candles down, keeping one close by and I wait till her need for me inside her replaces the sensation of heat penetrating her nipples.

      ‘Fuck me, please, for god’s sake, Jeremy, fuck me, now!’

      It would be rude to deny such a delicate, polite request.

      I quickly raise my body and gently flip her over, lifting her gorgeous arse into me so she is positioned on her knees and elbows. I make sure I position my penis slowly and carefully into her moist vagina, allowing her surrounding cushioned flesh to feel full and tight around me. There is nowhere else on earth my cock would rather be.

      ‘Jeremy!’ Her patience is non-existent and she pants her frustration into the carpet, her swollen wax-capped nipples dangling in the air towards the rug below. Her body looks fucking sensational from this perspective. I pick up the candle by my side and pour a steady stream of the melted wax on to the top of her crack ensuring its predetermined path flows directly downwards. Her behind bucks and jolts with the shocking intensity of the sensation, and she releases an almighty scream as her vagina tenses around my cock causing tight, twisting exquisite pleasure as I explode into her. We lose ourselves in the magical connection of each other’s bodies and simultaneous orgasms rip through our muscles before she ultimately surrenders beneath me.

      From the moment I laid eyes on her, I sensed she was the one for me, the connection to my heart and my soul. But we were too young, had so much of life to explore. I had to test the boundaries outside my feelings for Alexa, push her away before I understood how much she meant to me. The years flew by and my feelings grew deeper, more intense, my connection to her like the root structure of a majestic rainforest tree in fertile soil.

      Part Two

      Emotions occur precisely when adaptation is hindered for whatever reason.

      — E. Claparède