A Better Perspective

I opened my eyes and first saw the ceiling above, the sky was still dark but a subtle glow from the moon brightened the room. I remembered this would be the first of many mornings when I would wake up here. My new home. I turned to look behind me, toward Ian. His arms were folded behind his head as he looked up at the night sky. He turned his head to check my movement.

"Good morning, beautiful. Why are you all the way over there?" He reached out for me and pulled me back in to where I remembered falling asleep.

"It must have been safer over there. You are a rough sleeper."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"What happened to your shirt?" I kissed his bare chest.

"I took it off because I'm also a hot sleeper. The two are related," he explained.

"How long have you been awake?"

"Not long."

"We fell asleep so early. What time is it?"

He reached behind him for his watch. "Almost four. I was able to switch with Brandt so I have the day off with you."

"What are we going to do with our day?"

"I'm open to suggestions but most of my ideas involve us staying in our new bed." His hand began lightly tracing down my back.

It took so little for him to cause my stomach to twist in a knot of desire. My lesson with Mel was now the only thing on my mind. I suddenly wanted nothing more than to give back to him; to attempt to make him feel even a fraction as good as he had made me feel. I was ready to learn more about my new life. I wanted to bring him pleasure.

I reached my arms around his neck and he conveniently pulled me on top of him. As his lips found mine, I tried to focus. It was easy for me to get lost in his rapt attention. I untwisted my fingers from his jet black hair and ran them down his face to his chest. I supported my weight as I pulled my lips away from his and down his throat.

"Mmmm," he muttered quietly fueling my need to please him. I gently kissed his strong chest before moving my hands down across the taught planes of his stomach. I could feel his desire hardening under my body and it pleased me to have another physical confirmation that I was doing something right. I wanted more but was nervous to do what I knew was my next move. I trailed my nails over his thigh, stalling.

I thought for a moment about Mel telling me I didn't need to be shy. Certainly Ian deserved so much more than just this small act that was making me nervous.

With that thought, I reached inside his shorts and wrapped my hand around him as I'd seen in the magazine. To my utter delight, he groaned underneath me. To my surprise, that sound rolled through every muscle of my body. I wanted more than to merely please him; I wanted to be his pleasure.

"Can you show me how to touch you? I don't know how but I want to learn."

He sat up and kissed me. His voice was low and his breath rough. "I should take my shorts off first."

Remove his clothes first. That made perfect sense and I should have thought to do that myself. Feeling slightly embarrassed and extremely nervous, I released him and sat next to him as he laid back to remove them. My eyes ran up his perfect body to his face. He was watching me, his eyes hungry. I knew it was silly but I needed to keep my clothes on for the moment. I already felt vulnerable enough.

"Come sit back on top of me."

I moved to where I had been as he watched me silently.

Leaning forward, I ran both hands slowly up his sides to his chest. His eyes closed as his hands ran up my arms into my hair. I explored the feel of his chest under my fingertips and watched my hands rise and fall at the rate his lungs filled with air. My hands moved lower to his abdomen and his muscles tensed at my touch. Slowly one of his hands traced down my arm until it covered mine. He moved my hand lower until it was upon him. I wrapped my fingers around him and his hand wrapped around mine.

I watched him bring my hand up and then back down again and again in a similar pattern. I noted at which points he changed the pressure or angle and where his wrist would turn for variation. I loved the feel of him in my hand. I looked up to his face and the amazing expression of his enjoyment. I watched his chest as his breaths increased. I suddenly felt strong. For the first time, I had some control. He was beautiful underneath me. I had the courage to place my other hand around the top portion and duplicate the movements. His mouth relaxed open as he sighed. It was amazing watching him respond to my touch. It was as if I was suddenly an addict and bringing Ian pleasure was my drug.

I remembered what Mel had told me guys really enjoyed. I still did not understand why this might work but, other than my hands, I only had so many options. Besides, I remembered how amazing he had made me feel the night before with only his mouth. Slowly, I lowered myself to put my lips around him. I was rewarded with a deep growl and pleased to know he liked it. He released my hand and ran both of his through my hair.

I hadn't expected it to be like this. The women in the magazine looked like servants but I felt nothing like that. I felt powerful. Ian was the strongest person I knew and with just my mouth and hands, his powerful body was moving underneath me. I could easily tell which movements he appreciated more. His breathing was shallower with each passing minute.

"Baby I'm close, so if you would rather I not finish in your mouth; it should be hands only from here."

Mel said I had choices at this point. I took him in my mouth deeper as I had a goal now. I wanted it. I wanted to bring him to that place.

His back arched and stiffened as a quiet groan filled my ears. I felt him pulse in my mouth and slowed my movements. He pulled me up to his chest and held me tight. His heart pounded in his chest below my ear.

When his breaths had slowed, he rolled me slowly onto my back and leaned down to kiss me. "I can taste where your mouth just was. Remembering you there drives me crazy." He looked like he wanted to devour my mouth.

"Was it ...good?" I used part of his line to question him.

"Very good. I think that was fairly evident." His finger lightly traced my lips. "That was unexpected. I'm curious as to what brought that on rather suddenly."

I looked up at him. "You've made me feel amazing these past nights. I'm so inexperienced I feel like it's not fair for you. So, yesterday I asked Mel to teach me what I should do."

"That's where you were in the morning? Now I understand your blush at lunch." He smiled and ran his hand along my face. "She told you to do that?"

"Not exactly. She showed me things from a magazine so I would know... what some of my options were."

His expression turned humorous. "Mel has a magazine?"

"No, she secretly borrowed one."

"Aaron's?"

I nodded my head and we both laughed.

"So you have options now?"

"Well, she said that, what I just did, were the most common things. She stressed that everyone's likes are different and it takes time to learn them. And, if I wanted to make you happy, I should talk to you to find out what you like."

He sighed. "You wanted to make me happy? You want to know what I like?"

"Yes."

He shook his head ever so slightly. "Do you remember me telling you I was patient and willing to take things slow?"

"I will always remember every detail about our first night together," I whispered.

A big smile formed on his face. "That still applies now. I know when you're ready; we will explore each other in many ways. But I want you to be ready." He continued to lightly caress my face. "I don't want you to worry that a difference in our experience level is somehow unfair for me. It's quite the contrary. I've never felt this way for someone before. It's changed everything."

"It has?"

He leaned in to whisper in my ear. "Yes."

The fact that maybe some of this was new to him was both significant and difficult to grasp.

"If we're going to take things slow, I'm assuming I'll learn along the way, right? Therefore, can you teach one more thing you like now?" I ran my nails lightly up his back and watched his eyes close. "I already know you like this."

"That I do."

"Tell me one more." I tried to move closer to him and persuade him with a kiss.

He laughed quietly as he saw the motivation behind my actions. "Hmmmm, this is like having to pick only one Christmas present to open." He tapped his finger to his lips as he thought. His devilish grin began to appear and I felt a slow blush warm my cheeks as I wondered what he was thinking. The way his eyes appraised me had me breathing faster. "Well, I know how you often put everyone else before yourself. What I want... No, actually, what I need is, with me, and especially in here, I need you to be my equal. I can't have you put yourself second. I want you to value yourself and your desires at least as much as mine. And one way I can trust you're doing that is for you to be able to tell me what you want, when you want it. I know it will take time but I'd like that very much." He searched my face for a reaction.

"But I don't know what I like. I don't have those kinds of experiences."

He smiled. "It's actually much simpler than that." He thought for a moment. "Can I show you what I want?"

I nodded, excited to learn more.

He trailed his hand down the center of my chest and watched my body respond to his touch, obviously pleased with the result.

"I'll need your clothes off for this. Can I take them off?"

"Yes," I whispered and sat up to pull my camisole off.

"Please allow me." He slowly pulled the rest of my clothes off, one piece at a time. Then he sat over me, my legs together between his. His eyes gazed down at me for a moment.

His face turned thoughtful. "There are rules for this lesson, two of them. First, I won't do anything you don't want me to do. If anything makes you uncomfortable, tell me to stop and I will. Can I trust you to tell me?"

I nodded slowly as I was beginning to get a little nervous.

"Don't worry, that is and always will be rule number one, ok?" He ran his fingers gently across my cheek.

I nodded again, less worried. "Ok." I should have known I could always trust Ian.

"For right now, the other rule is, I won't do anything you WANT me to do unless you tell me what it is."

"I don't understand."

"I think you'll catch on quickly."

Slowly, he ran his rough hands from my shoulders, down my arms until his hands found mine. He entwined his fingers with mine as he pulled our hands up and then over my head, holding them there. His face was inches from mine as he watched me for a moment.

"You are so amazingly beautiful," he whispered in my ear. Then he trailed his lips down the line of my neck and back up again. "Watching you over me earlier made me feel like the luckiest man alive." He ran his lips ever so lightly along my jawline to my other ear. "It was so damn sexy." He uttered as he took my ear lobe between his teeth.

Immediately his words had my body burning for him.

He brushed his nose across mine and then trailed his face lightly against my cheek. His breath softly blew on my flushed skin. He brushed his lips briefly across mine causing me to catch my breath. Then he brushed them across my lips again. As he was about to make another pass across my lips he stopped at the corner of my mouth. I turned my face towards his and he pulled his lips back and brought them to the other side of my mouth and moved slowly down my neck. His mouth eventually moved back up to almost touching mine. I leaned up to kiss him and he pulled back. My movements were limited by his hands that still held mine above my head.

His lips were at my ear immediately. "You have to tell me what you want," he whispered the reminder.

"Please kiss me, Ian" I begged.

Immediately his mouth was hard on mine, meeting my need. His tongue plunged in between my lips and didn't move away until I was gasping for air. Even then he did not let up. His passionate kisses trailed down my neck. They were hungry kisses like the morning before. He moved my hands so he now easily held both wrists with his one hand. With his free hand he ran his fingers down my sternum to my navel. He ran his hand back up my side and stopped just short of my breast. There his passion quieted and I was suddenly pulled conscious of his actions. My breath shuddered.

His finger lightly traced along the outside shape of one breast. His voice was low. "Do you want to know what I enjoyed most about what you just did with your mouth?" He then very slowly trailed his finger to follow the outline of my other breast.

"When I cautioned you that you were bringing me to the edge, I felt you groan around me. Knowing you were enjoying yourself brought me there so much sooner." He leaned up to kiss me slowly and passionately. The sudden change of pace had my body reeling.

He again returned to slowly and tortuously tracing the outside edge of my breasts with one gentle touch. "Since that moment, I've wanted to lose myself buried inside you." He rocked his hips forward causing my back to arch and a need so profound, it rose from my very core and sounded out my mouth.

"I enjoy being at your mercy just as much as I enjoy your body's responses to me." He bent down and softly blew his warm breath across my breast. I could feel his hair against my face as I tried to see how close his mouth was to my skin.

"But I need you to acknowledge your own desires. I'd like you to be brave enough to tell me you want something." He trailed his lips just above my skin over to my other breast and stopped where I could feel his breath just above. "Because there's nothing my body enjoys more than fulfilling your body's every desire."

He was driving me crazy. I wanted him to take it in his mouth.

"Please put your mouth on me."

"Where?"

A small grumble of frustration escaped from my mouth. "On my breast."

In an instant, his mouth was on me as his hand held my other breast firmly. Again my relief was instantaneous. He then took the other roughly in his mouth before he came back up to kiss me again passionately. I tried to move my hips against his but he was still sitting above me, essentially pinning me down. With both of my wrists still held, he ran his other hand down my side and in between my legs. He lifted his weight off my hips and moved to push my legs open which they willingly did and he settled in between them.

I couldn't think of anything else. I was beyond wanting. I was relieved his assault had moved lower, closer to my ache for him.

He guided himself in between me and moved to and fro between my legs.

"You're so very wet for me," he whispered. "It's one of the many ways your body tells me what it wants." He positioned himself to enter into me. I was desperate for him. He started to push into my resistance and then pulled back before any progress. I whimpered. My body was at his mercy. He slowly ran himself again in between my softness until he was back, aligned where I wanted him; where I desperately needed him. I tried to raise my hips to his but he held me down with his free hand as he pushed again into me, this time a bit further beginning to separate me around him and then pulled back.

The shock of him leaving me brought back the lesson he was showing me. He wanted me to speak the words. "Please Ian," was all I could focus enough to say.

He slowly positioned himself a third time. His breath was every bit as labored as mine. "I need you to tell me exactly what you want."

"I want to feel you inside of me." I could have shouted it. I don't remember because the instantaneous feeling of all of him sinking into me erased everything I had ever known. He in me was the only truth that ever existed. The sudden fullness stretching me around him was all that mattered any more. We both sounded our relief but I only heard his low groan. I opened my eyes disoriented by my lack of sound and realized his free hand was covering my mouth.

He leaned to my ear. "Shhh. Those gorgeous sounds are mine. I don't want them to reach anyone else's ears."

I suddenly remembered we were no longer in our own little world by the stream.

His lips found mine as he pulled slowly back and sank deep into me again. My mouth broke away, silently gasping. I struggled to move my hands which I recalled we're pinned above my head. "I want to touch you," I pleaded and he released my wrists. My arms wrapped around his broad back, pulling him closer.

"Thank you," he muttered. "I missed your touch."

I understood what it was he wanted; what he was trying to show me. He wanted to please me the same as I craved to make him feel. It brought us both immense pleasure to know what the other needed and to give it to them.

My body ached and hungered like I had never known. Being under him felt just as restraining as when he had held my wrists. I couldn't touch enough of him. I couldn't see enough of him. I couldn't move enough. Not like before when I had him in my hand; when I could touch his chest and watch his face. I decided to test my new boundaries. "Ian, I want you under me again."

I felt his face smile against mine. He pulled back and looked at me with both wonder and longing. "With pleasure." His hand moved down my thigh which was wrapped around him. "Straighten this leg." He rolled to his side pulling me on top of him while holding my hips. I couldn't explain why but it felt like he was so much deeper inside of me. Not that I could begin to understand how my body accommodated all of him. The feeling was amazing and instinct took over as I moved on top of him. Without him needing to support his weight, both of his hands were free to roam my body, grasp my breasts or hold my hips as he ground his forward.

We continued in an impassioned frenzy devouring each other's body until we were both satiated, twice for me, and panting for air. By that time I was lying face up on top of Ian, my back against his chest, and his arms were tightly wrapped around me. He had uttered words into my ear that I knew without a doubt would cause my stomach to twist in a knot of craving for days later whenever I would think of them.

How was it possible that each time was better than the last?

The intensity of my emotions for him was staggering. It was almost frightening to love this much. Never in all my years had I experienced anything even close. Needing to hold him back, I moved myself off of him and he kissed my neck as he left my body. It seemed he would always kiss me during that and I loved him all the more for it. I buried my face in his chest and wrapped myself around him as he did the same.