The touch of darkness
Lucy sighed in relief as she pulled her car up onto the drive. It had been a tiring week - her first full week of teaching since she'd returned to Stanford. Somehow standing in front of class-fulls of expectant students had felt more nerve wracking than travelling through time and battling nazis, psychotic gunslingers or Rittenhouse sleepers. She let out a deep breath relieved to be back at her apartment, their apartment, and all she wanted now was to be wrapped in Wyatt's arms. He wouldn't be there yet - maybe in a few hours if all went well with whatever top secret project he was working on with Denise - so she resigned herself to having a glass of wine and watching some trash TV for a few hours until he'd be back.
She unlocked the door, threw her coat on the hook and was about to head to the kitchen when Wyatt appeared in the hall. He had a large grin on his face and seemed more pleased than usual to see her. "Evening babydoll" he smiled before planting a kiss on her lips.
She was puzzled but nonetheless delighted at his unexpected presence. "Evening schweetheart" she replied, offering a quick kiss in return "how come you're home early?"
The mission went better than planned so Christopher let me go. Besides... I have a surprise for you." He looked beyond excited, his face full of the same boyish giddiness he had in Darlington.
Lucy quirked her eyebrow. What was he up to? "What surprise?"
"It's in the bedroom" he answered simply, taking her by the hand and leading them to the master.
She looked about her curiously. She couldn't see anything out of place or unusual. The bed was immaculately made - no surprise there she lived with Mr Delta Force Wyatt 'hospital corners' Logan after all, and the room (barring a scattered handful of books on her side) was tidy. The only thing she didn't recognise was a black silk scarf draped over the edge of the bed.
Before she could ask any questions he reached for it and then looking her squarely in the eyes slowly reached up and gently placed it to her face blindfolding her and tying it in a knot behind her head. She tensed for a moment, unsure of what was happening, irrational fear threatening to seep into her. He kissed her lightly before leaning into her ear and gently whispering "Lucy, trust me"
How could she not? This was Wyatt, the man she loved more than life itself. His words gave her immediate comfort and her body relaxed, maybe too much so - the feel of his hot breath on her neck melting her into her senses.
If the words in her ear had given her tingles the feel of his lips in the same spot lit a small fire. The combination of being deprived of sight, relinquishing control to him and the feel of his mouth on her throat set her alight. He nibbled gently on her ear and neck, slowly traversing down. Each kiss, bite and suckle sending a sting of electricity down to her core. He'd done almost nothing and yet she could feel heat and wetness starting to pool in her underwear.
Then he was gone, his touch broken. She couldn't see him. She couldn't feel him. Couldn't hear him. It was unnerving and exhilarating- the anticipation of where he was and what he might do. Her heart quickened.
Her breath hitched. She had her answer. He was in front of her now. Kneeling, as best she could judge, and his hands had just pushed the skirt of her dress up her thighs. She felt the heat of his breath on her thigh a split second before his mouth made contact. Teasing and needling it with his teeth, lips and tongue, his fingers interlaced with the elastic of her panties, nails digging in. Christ she was turned on.
He moved toward her centre and she flinched involuntarily - thrusting herself to the source of the hot breath. But again he disappeared. She groaned - somewhere between pleasure and frustration. Where was he now?
A nuzzle on her neck and the feel of him, now hard, in her hip provided the answer. He was behind her and as he mouthed her neck and shoulder he pressed into her a soft moan barely escaping the lips that hungrily tasted her.
She heard a zip as his hand slowly edged the back of her dress open, painfully, languorously slowly as his lips followed the trail of his fingers down her spine. She had to steady herself, her thighs already buckling at the effect he was having on her.
The dress hit the floor and he quickly made light work of her bra. She had no idea of the state of his undress but she was well aware she stood before him in nothing but her panties and high heels.
She took in a sharp breath as his mouth found her breasts. He was in front of her again. Sat on the bed if she had to guess. His calloused fingers scrolled over her tender and now hard nipples as his mouth and tongue sought them out in turn. She whimpered as he nipped at one - the pain simultaneously making her want him to stop and desperately wanting him to do it again.
He slowly made his way lower. Licking and suckling his route down her midriff, down her abdomen and tugging at the top her panties with his teeth. He rubbed over her mound, over her panties with his open mouth, hot breath creeping along her. It took every ounce of her control not to strip her knickers right then and ground onto his face.
She felt him circle her. Moving his mouth and hands round to the right, almost rotating her as they squeezed, nuzzled and kissed across her underwear. His hands rested on her hips and she heard a breathy sigh release as he pushed them wide from behind, pulling them apart and placing a needy kiss on the lowermost part of her spine. She gasped. It was so incredibly intimate and so devastatingly hot at the same time couldn't process her reaction. But blood and desire flooded her body - she definitely liked it.
The next she knew he was in front of her once more. His clothed body pressed against hers as he pulled her up onto him. He groaned again as she rubbed herself against the hardness she found confined in his jeans. She continued to grind against him wanting him in her, to find release, as her open mouth clumsily scrabbled with his.
He placed her on the bed and edged away - if she only knew what strength it took not to fuck her right then and there. All she was aware of though was his heavy breathing and the deep, throbbing heat of want between her legs. Everything else was unknown.
She heard the shuffling as he removed his clothes and despite not being able to see him, automatically widened here legs to invite him in.
She felt him climb on the bed and his body move into the space between her thighs. At first she felt the firmness of his fingers as he dragged down her panties but then her world clouded at the feel of his mouth, his tongue sliding, caressing and teasing her. She lazily edged toward him, enjoying the slow burning feel of him when an unexpected buzzing hit her ears. "Wyatt? Wyatt? What is that ohhh.."
Her voice cut out as the sensation cut through her. He was holding something, (who knew what, who cared!) but something that was vibrating against her clit and sending unimaginable sensations through her. She swallowed hard and tugged at the sheets. Tiny electric vibrations overtook her. Moments later she began to buck, heat seeping through her centre, thighs trembling uncontrollably as she came. Fuck!
Wyatt was awed at the way she'd reacted and determined to push it further. This time he slid two solid fingers into her. He curled them against her body as his other hand held the little device against her - his head tilted up watching. Despite the scarf across her eyes he could clearly see her face as she writhed and contorted in pleasure.
Swallowing, gasping, biting her lip... and then as she came closer he felt the surge or wetness against his hand and the deep thrusting. He was no longer fingering her, she was desperately fucking his hand as she yelped. Jesus Christ.
As her breath calmed she shoved off the blindfold. She could no longer bear not to see him. She had never come harder and never wanted more desperately to see him, kiss him and goddamn it, have him fuck her. She scratched, clawed and pulled at him until his body was aligned with hers and gripping his ass almost forcibly thrust their bodies together.
Wyatt wracked his brain to stop him from exploding in her immediately. She was so wet he could feel it on his abdomen and thighs sending every part of him skyrocketing. He was so turned on but the sight of her screaming and moaning before had inflamed him. He needed to know what that was like. He needed to feel her release like that on him. He braced himself and somehow held on.
Somehow, somehow, as he slid in and out of her, he managed to hold himself. He reached across the bed and his fingers found their goal. A soft buzz echoed across the room. He gently held it to her as he continued to thrust steadily. Her reaction was immediate, convulsing wildly against him; thrusting, grinding, biting and gasping. Her muscles tensed against him and he could feel her clenching him deliciously, almost milking him. Despite his best efforts he filled her with hot liquid pleasure at the same time she screamed, literally screamed his name.
He collapsed forward onto her, feeling her heartbeat thwack against his chest and knowing his was beating every bit as hard. He remained in her, not wanting their closeness to evaporate. Wanting to breathe her in. He could still feel the pulse of her against him. Little aftershocks sending waves through each of them.
Eventually, holding him tight to her she chuckled. Resting on her chest and jiggling with the force of her vibrations he laughed too.
"I love you Wyatt Logan"
"I love you too Lucy. And some day I'm going to marry you.
