She didn't want to open her eyes.

Opening her eyes would propel her back in the real world and that was a place she wanted to be far, far away from. So, she did not open them, she didn't move, and she prayed she would go back to sleep and get back to the incredibly delicious, yes...delicious dream she was having.

But she didn't go back to sleep. She couldn't. Something about her position laying in the soft, almost too soft bed was wrong. And when she took in a deep breath to sigh, showing the morning her resistance to waking up she caught a whiff of something or more like someone.

It was spicy, masculine, and not the normal smell of her apartment.

Maybe she was still in that dream.

She felt cool on the bed, and when she shifted her hips she realized, no sheet was covering her, no blanket, and definitely no clothes. Last time she checked she always wore her comfy cotton or silk pjs to bed.

And then there it was. She heard something.

Humming.

Male humming.

Now male singing.

Beautiful male singing.

It was getting closer.

-To hell with sleep.-

Her eyes opened and all she saw was black. She tried to move her hands to rub her eyes, but they were restrained, tied to something.

Her eyebrows merged and her voice echoed around her "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?"

And then her keeper revealed himself. A laugh. That childish, cute, amazing laugh. She could picture his innocent smile with it. And he continued to sing. "Can't get enough of you...when we...oooo."

The singing was very close to her and soon she felt the bed shift slightly, not a lot like he had laid down, but she knew he was leaning on it, and then hot breath starting skipping across her upper stomach.

"And ease my mind, to see your face, your sexy eyes could calm my heart of rage...you speak my name...I touch you.... the chemistry only true love could understand....." Singing faded and her man spoke. "Mornin'..." Followed by a small gentle kiss right above her navel.

"Um...mornin'?" She asked, uneasy, just now remembering that she wasn't in her apartment. She had been carried away from there the morning before, with just a whispered word and a smile; she had packed her bags and fled with him. But she was still confused.

He picked up on her uneasiness by her voice, and frown. "What's wrong?"

"Why can't I move or see?"

He giggled against her and chill bumps arose on her skin. "Cause you are blindfolded and tied to the bed?"

She tried to sit up, but her attempts failed greatly and she groaned. "How the hell did you get me like this?"

"Well you were kinda passed out. It was really ease to get you how I wanted."

Her mouth dropped and she shook her head. "Joshua Scott? Being egotistical? Oh you have been around Justin too much."

"I thought you said you liked it when I was aggressive." He punctuated his statement by tracing his fingertips down to her hipbone, tracing circles and other patterns and finally inching down her thigh. She felt something wet and smooth running under the curve of her breast.

The simple touch of him sent shivers down her spine. "I..I do?"

And then there it was, his body, warm..no..hot, hard, naked, lying gently beside her, pressed against her. His hand was still rubbing the innermost part of her thigh, not where she wanted but close enough to tease her and make her quiver. "So be nice, because you are in NO position to get on my bad side?" She felt his smile first against her face, then his lips touched hers, gentle to begin, and then right as she opened her mouth to deepen the kiss, he pulled away.

She whined but smiled when she felt his hardness pressed against her outer hip and thigh. She began moving her hips towards him, rubbing against him intimately, and causing his fingers to brush against her center. "You have a bad side?"

His hair, that he had been growing out for a while tickled her chest, and breast as he kissed down her body. "Baby I can be all bad if you want me too."

She groaned, half when his fingers had started tracing her most intimate parts and half out of humor. "There's that ego shit again."

She felt him move from her side and she guess he was shifting lower on the bed, closer to her...

"To make her see, or not...that is the question." He mocked in a foreign accent that was a cross between British, Australian, and just..plain..bad.

She gripped at her restrains and huffed. "I'd rather you let me move..."

"That's not an option." His voice was stern and she almost said a smart comment to him when his fingers danced away from her core and moved to her knees. But then he spread her legs apart, bending them for her. Kisses started from her inner knee and worked their way down her thigh. Her breathing started becoming erratic almost instantly and when he started sucking on the part where he thigh and body connected, close but not close enough, her hips trusted up and she moaned his name.

He was torturing her. Pure and simple. His tongue licked moved slowly but deliberately, licking up her slit, pressing in, but not entering. "Promise you'll be nice?"

She groaned when she felt him move..again...this time away from her flooding warmth. Her head turned to the side, tiredly. "Maybe...what'll you give me?"

She didn't know he had come up that far, but when his lips closed around the base of her earlobe and sucked she knew right then this morning was going to be wonderful. Parts of the previous night were becoming more and more clear to her. She had had HER way with him after he had coaxed her to coming away with him for the weekend to a small cabin in the middle of nowhere, in the mountains. Snow was on the ground and the cabin was quite cool...but she had managed to find a way to make it warm. Drinking or licking too much Chardonnay off his body and not really being able to control her alcohol in the first place, sent her world into a spin, a fun spin, and soon a deep sleep. And now she remembered where she was, what had happen in the 24 hours she had been with him, and a smile formed on her lips, and she prayed her predictable hangover would not suddenly jump on her in the middle of ..wherever this was going to lead.

He kissed all over her face, nose, cheeks, lips, neck, chin, with each phrase. "I'll give you...Complete... earth-shattering... time-stopping... pleasure... one wave right after the other ...not letting you breathe...not letting you rest. Be nice, and I'll make you cum. Deal?" She felt him smile against her neck, and she could feel his erection once again, pressed into her hip, but this time it was on the other side.

Before she got to answer his hand was smoothing down over her stomach, lower and lower, and finally she gasped, her back arched slightly, all because one of his longer fingers had penetrated her, deep, just staying stationary there. She panted, licked her lips, and tried to calm herself. "So. So as simple as that?"

There was that giggle again. She longed to feel his giggle against her wet, trembling...

"Simple?"

"Jace..." She had whispered his name, almost timidly, a rarity for her.

"Hmmm.." He licked up her neck, and moaned in her ear.

"If I can't touch you, at least let me look at you." For a moment he didn't move. He just stayed there, breathing against her neck, finger inside her, and finally his finger reluctantly existed her, and his hand came up to untie the blindfold that was around her.

She blinked a few times, then grinned evilly at him. He rolled his eyes in return. "I'll never understand how you do this to me."

"Do what?" Her voice was full of innocence, something she only "claimed" to be. But he knew the truth.

"I try so much to maintain my strength. Not give in to you. But damn you are just sooo sexy. I just wanna do whatever you want."

Her head turned and she looked directly at him, smiling genuinely. "I want you to have your way with me. Do what you had planned."

He dipped his head, kissed her, and pulled back sucking on her bottom lip. "I don't think you can handle it."

She smiled against his lips, turned her head and yelled because of his arrogant comment. "Justin? Oh Justin?!? Where you hiding buddy? I know you are here somewhere..."

His lips clamped on hers, he pulled away and looked at her like she had just done something, very, very bad. "Say Justin one more time, I'll leave you here and call him up and tell him to come over here and have HIS way with you. Would you rather that?"

She gave it some thought just to piss him off. "Hmm...maybe...Mere'd butcher me and feed me to her bird."

Hot, wet lips seared down her neck, lower to her chest, he kissed up one of her heaving mounds and got right where she wanted him and then stopped. "Christina..."

"mmm?" She looked up at him.

He cocked an eyebrow. "Say another name beside mine, or God's and I promise you I'll leave you here..."

If she could have moved her arm she would have saluted him. "Yes sir."

"Now..." He grinned and sucked on her hardening nipple then pulled away when she whimpered. "Where was I..."

She nodded towards him. "Down there."

He looked over his shoulder and then back at her, pointing down at her body. "Down here? you sure?"

"Mmmhmm.." She nodded and grinned like a child. But then it faded. Her smile turned into an open mouth, and her eyes squeezed shut, as her thighs squeezed around his head.

She didn't know he could move that fast, but there he was, between her legs, finger rubbing her clit, and tongue, thrusting in, out...in...out...

"Shit Josh..."

"What?" She felt him, felt that innocent, adorable, sexy smile against her most sensitive body parts. "You don't like?"

"Just, god...keep going."

She looked down at him, he was staring up at her, and She could only see about half of his face. Those eyes. Those gorgeous blue eyes. They twinkled mischievously. She felt his wild and flowing brown strands of hair brushing against her thighs, and then his blue orbs disappeared from the world, and he sang "When we...ooooo."

Her back arched as his large hands gripped her thighs, keeping them on the bed, and his tongue and lips and nose brushed against her drenched core, singing that torturous, sexy song. She kept feeling him smile against her thighs and pussy, humming, singing, licking, sucking, and biting. It was all too much.

Her nails were biting into her palms, holding on the restrains painfully. She moaned, and moaned. She didn't want to. God, if she could she would have just enjoyed the sensation silently. But her body wouldn't allow it. Whimpers and whispers of his name fell from her lips and soon she felt herself getting there, being taking up that wave he had mentioned before.

"Oh, God...Josh..I..oh shit..."

And as soon as she could almost see, touch, breath, feel the peek of that wave, it just stopped. Her body's trembling and sweating and panting was put on pause, as his tongue, breath, and smile drifted away from her center.

"What? Jace..please...I..."

She soon saw his face above hers. He kissed her lips gently and shushed her. "Shhhhh..." She could feel him lying on top of her, chest to chest, stomach to stomach. The heat from his hard erection seemed to burn the flesh of her lower stomach. "Relax Chris...I'm not going to leave you, in fact I'm doing just the opposite.

His hips lifted and she stared at him almost painfully waiting for his next move. And as if she didn't expect it, she felt him, sliding slowly but firmly into her tight passion.

The feeling of wholeness surrounded both of them, and they did nothing but stay like that, feeling each other, getting use to each other like they had never done this before, but this was nothing new. This was a frequent occurrence. Him, in her, his breath shallow against her neck. The only difference was that usually she had a hand wrapped around tendrils, and the other on his back and this time, her arms couldn't move.

If he hadn't heard his voice like that before she wouldn't have heard it at all. It was soft, mumbled, whispered. "Ready?"

"Jace can I ask you something?"

He nodded against the curve of her neck. "Of course baby."

She sighed. "Why am I STILL tied up."

The giggle he emitted turned into a laugh, and then a chuckle. He lifted his face and held his head up by resting it in his palm, and looking down at her. "I was going to please you all morning but not let you touch me." His lips dipped and kissed the tip of her nose and then there was that smile again.

"But..." She whimpered and whined like a 5 year old not getting what they want. "...I wanna run my hands in your hair when you kiss me, and I wanna feel your back move as you make love to me...and..." Her hips tilted against his, up and down, making his shaft slightly move in and out of her tightness.

"I wanna clutch and feel the muscles in your ass tighten...as you cum..." She groaned her last word and she watched as his face contorted to pleasure. Trying not to just give in right then.

"Jesus..." He shook his head and looked down at her, hair haloing around her on the soft white pillows. That cute smile tempting him, those eyes asking him to do things she couldn't say with words. He gave into her wishes and reached up to untie her hands from where they were restrained to the headboard.

Once free she rubbed her wrist a bit, then immediately delved them into his hair and kissed him, hard. She let her tongue sweep through his mouth, and her teeth playfully tugged on his bottom lip. "Now...make love to me Joshua Scott. Make me cum like you promised."

He bit his lip. "I don't know, you were kinda bad."

"Was not."

"Was too!" He gave her an unbelievable look.

She spat back in his face. "WAS NOT!"

But she knew she was in trouble when she saw the corners of his mouth twitch upwards. One of his grabbed both of hers wrist and pinned her to the bed, and his other grabbed her thigh and held it over his hip. "Was..."

And then he thrusted all of his being into her. "Too..."

She willingly let him win the argument. Hell, by now she had forgotten what they were arguing about. He let her arms free once again, not stopping his powerful thrust, not slowing his hips from sliding against hers, and not quieting the grunts, moans, and growls coming from deep within his throat. Her hands found a place on his back and she held on for the ride.

This time when she was taken up that wave and she got to the point where she could almost taste the sweetness of the downward fall, the climax, the release, he didn't stop, he didn't pause her ascent to heaven. Instead he took to there.

He whispered what he could with his ragged breath, asking her, telling her, commanding her to come with him. And she did.

Her legs wrapped around his hips, her hands fell lower on his back and when she could feel swelling inside her, stretching her core as far as it would without pain, and when she could hear the way his voice always got right before his release, she lifted her head and kissed his full lips passionately.

In an effort to grab hold of reality when her world went spinning her hands grabbed his ass, feeling the muscles tighten as he himself was taking there and he spilled his love deep within her being.

Moments later, the room was still. No movement except that of two deeply breathing bodies, panting against one another. Soon the panting slowed into deep almost sleepy breaths. But before she was taken into dreamland that beautiful male humming filled her ears again.

And then there were the words.

"Can't get enough of you...when we ooo...oh cant get enough of you.."

"Jace?"

His lips trailed over her shoulder and up her neck. "Hmm?"

She let her fingers run through his hair a bit as she asked. "Do you really mean what you are singing?"

And once again she felt that smile against her neck and jawbone. She could still feel him inside her, and it surprised her to feel that he was hardening again, fast. "mmmhmm."

"Really?" He pulled his head up and nodded, smiling at her, blue eyes shining with his love for her. .

"Uh huh. Tell you what...you just lay right here..." A small, gentle kiss her lips accented his words. But then that smile, that innocent smile that she knew was so far from being innocent was felt against her lips. "And I'll prove it to ya." geovisit(); <img src="http://visit.geocities.yahoo.com/visit.gif?us1204229554" alt="setstats" border="0" width="1" height="1">