Sounds and Silence
Stayne loved the sounds Alannah made when he touched her. She would gasp softly, her mouth slightly open and her eyes half-shut. As his caresses increased, so too did the volume of her gasps until she was moaning deeply. He also loved the various tones and timbres her voice could reach. A quick brushing of his hand across her breast caused a soft, almost breathless gasp, while a more firm caress caused her voice to deepen several octaves. And when he combined his hand with his tongue and lips, she would respond with what could only be described as a growling rumble that seemed to reverberate through her entire body.
But even more erotic were the sounds she made when he lay between her legs, licking and kissing her. He would flick his tongue along her warmth, and she would gasp his name, slowly at first, then faster and deeper as he increased his movement, plunging his tongue deeper and harder into her until she was weeping and moaning incoherently.
Then came the best sounds of all-the glorious groans, cries and gasps that came out of her as he moved inside her. Slow, firm movements created a low, almost purring sound, while hard and fast movements created high pitched cries and moans. He loved to experiment, and would make love to her in as many different ways as he could, loving each and every wonderful sound that emerged from her.
But he also loved the comfortable silence that followed after. She would look over at him, a slight smile on her beautiful features, and kiss him softly on the lips before snuggling up against him. If she wanted to talk, she talked-and he listened. If not, he would send her to sleep by gently stroking her arm-or more often, her back.
It had made a nice change from Iracebeth, he told her once. She had insisted on always talking after, and he had more often than not been forced to listen to yet another whining diatribe about how life was so unfair to her. Stayne would reply in pat answers, not really caring what the bloody Red Queen was whinging about. But eventually she would wind down, and Stayne would breathe a sigh of relief and leave her chambers.
Alannah was so different-she did talk sometimes, but he thoroughly enjoyed her conversations, mainly because it hadn't been all about her. She was a highly intelligent woman, and they had had some rather long pillow talks. But more often than not she was contented with simply snuggling in silence.
As he lay in the dark, his arms around his golden beauty, he would think about sound and silence, and how much he enjoyed both.