Page 89 of Pierced

The clang of a belt buckle and another zip. My pants in the front.

We step back from each other. She gets an impish grin and I feel myself matching it. And then, as if a starter pistol had been fired, we now race to get the rest of our clothes off. Truly. A race. It’s as though we’re competing to see who can strip naked first.

It winds up as a tie. (Technically, I think I won, but I don’t want to make a big deal out of it.)

And we stand, nude, facing each other.

This week, she has seen me naked. This week, I have seen her naked. But for the first time ever we are naked together. At the same time. In the same place. With the same reason for being so.

My eye is drawn down to her crotch. I can’t help it. It has a lot to do with the astonishing fitness of her body and the inherent sexuality she possesses, but it also has a fair amount to do with the tiny, metal barbell adorned with sapphires on the ends that crosses the hood of her clitoris.

Seeing me stare, she bends her head to find my eyes and says, “Hey.”

“Oh. Hi. Sorry. It’s different than… the other one you had on.”

She shrugs. “Weekend jewelry.”

“Sure.”

I step into her, take her around the waist, and press her to me so that I can feel the whole of her naked body against mine. My mouth finds hers once more and my hardening cock can feel the metal bar between her legs as it continues to fill itself up, readying for what’s next.

She lets out a moan and throws her head back when my dick pulses against the silver pressing into her skin. My tongue trails down her neck and lands at her collar bone, which I bite out of impulse.

“Ow!” she says. “Fucker!” She slaps at me.

“Sorry! Shit. Did it really hurt?”

“Uh, yeah.” Then she grins and says, “Do it again.”

The smile that blooms on my face can probably be seen back at the TDH. I oblige. I nibble at her again. Around her neck, across her collar bone, down her breasts, making sure that they both get their due. Once my tongue traces down her stomach and reaches the mound of flesh just above her piercing—the double entendre of which simply fills me with joy—I pause for a moment to decide what I want to do next.

Everything. Everything is the answer. So I better get started.

I grab her ass and toss her onto the bed. She lands with a bounce and props herself up on her elbows. Her hair has released from any semblance of being composed or put together and for the first time in seven years, I am getting a look at a completely unmanicured version of her. Wild, and reckless, and feral. It is a side of her that I never thought I’d see. It is a side of her that pretty much no one on earth gets to see, I imagine.

She stares at me with an intensity that, if I were not me, I imagine would be pretty intimidating. Truth be told, it’s still pretty intimidating, I just don’t get intimidated all that easily. I smirk at her and I suppose she takes it as a challenge of some kind because she lowers her chin, looks at me with a lancing gaze, and spreads her legs open. Wide.

I nod at her, slowly and certainly, say, “Mistress,” and brace my hands on her knees as I bring my mouth forward and place it around the jeweled metal bar that feels to me like a velvet rope at an exclusive club where, inside, dark and dangerous things are happening. Things that don’t get talked about in polite company. Like a place in Denver some old acquaintances once told me about, but to which I declined to go. I’m glad now that I waited. This exclusive club seems much, much better. And even more exclusive.

When my lips and teeth tug on the bar, her entire body tightens and shivers. She moans a guttural sound from somewhere deep in the back of her throat and falls back onto the bed, letting her elbows give way.

Funny thing about the bar she’s got in… it’s like a divining rod leading me directly to the most tender and sensitive part of her. It’s a road sign. A guidance device. A lightning rod.

I feel so tickled that it is my namesake.

After a few moments of allowing my tongue to stroke the swollen flesh of her clit, just as I’m about to really go to work, she grabs me by the hair and pulls my head up.

“Ow. Ow, ow, ow. Hi. What’s up?” I say as she jerks my neck backward.

“Fuck me. Now,” she says.

“Oh. OK. I was going to—”

“Now!” she commands.

“Oui, oui, mademoiselle,” I say, as I lift to my feet, my cock now completely on high alert. She pushes herself up the bed, widening her legs into almost a full side split as she does.

“Holy shit. I knew you were agile from back when I saw you climb the rock wall, but—”