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Chapter 5: Follow Your Nose

My turn?

My brows rose toward my hairline as a plan began to form in my mind. He started to get visibly nervous as a malicious smile began to spread across my face. Oh, now THIS is gonna be fun…

Unable to keep the amusement out of my voice, I asked, "Do you remember that boast I made a while back?"

He looked at me skeptically, "Which one?"

Slight annoyance entered my eyes. Which one indeed. Seems like a memory refresher is in order.

"The one where I claimed I could drive you crazy without lifting a finger or using my tongue."

"THIS I have to experience."

I roll my eyes. Duh! That WAS the idea. "So you doubt my abilities?"

"How do you put it? Ah. 'Seeing is believing?'" he reminded me.

"Hmmm…" I murmur as I move my hands to rest against his chest. "Guess I'm just going to have to make a believer out of you." I push hard against his chest.

Startled, he rolls onto his back as I swing my leg up over to straddle his hips, remaining on my knees. Hands on my hips I look down at his rather confused expression. "Well? Turn over already!"

He leans up on his elbows, looking me up and down, a smirk spreading across his face. "I think I like the view right here."

I throw my hands up, exasperated, shaking my head, "You said it was MY turn! Flip over already!"

His grin widening, he responded, "Make me."

"If you say so." I lean forward, running my hands up over his chest, till they rest on either side of his face. I lean in as to kiss him only to pull back at the last second, bringing my fingers up over the tips of his sensitive ears, rubbing lightly.

His eyes snap shut as his body releases a shiver, lips parting slightly. I reach down and capture his mouth, tongue darting in to duel with his. Still rubbing the tips of his ears I release his mouth as his hands grip my hips, trying to draw me down with him.

A soft moan escapes his chest as I release his ears bringing my hands down to his stomach. I smack his side lightly with one hand causing his eyes to snap open. "Turn over."

Without any further comment he quickly complies, my legs now straddling his firm backside. I sit back, my weight resting against his thighs. I consider the view before me, studying the expanse of well-muscled back before me down to his rounded cheeks.

He is SOOO gonna kill me for this. Unable to resist the impulse, a wicked grin spreading across my face, I land a solid slap across both cheeks. "Bad elf!"

"Ay!" His reaction is immediate as he tries to get up, a look of abject shock and something else on his half-turned face. Anticipating his move I had placed my hands on his shoulder blades shifting my weight forward. Not expecting this, he didn't get far, turning his head to try to look at me.

"Ah ah ah. My turn now, remember?"

He sighs, lying back down. "I may yet regret this."

"No my sweet. You won't."

I shift my weight back onto my knees and carefully release his long silken hair from where it was trapped beneath his shoulder laying it along his spine. He had his head turned to the side on a pillow, arms curving up to his hands underneath the pillow.

"Now, you must stay still…if you can."

He moves to protest.

"Ah! No talking other than perhaps to express your reaction to my efforts."

He closes his eyes, resigned to the sequence of events he set in motion.

Satisfied there will be no further outbursts, I place my hands on either side of his torso just below the curve of his arms. Balancing my weight between the four points I then shift towards my left arm, bending at the elbow. Tossing my hair over my shoulder to the left it pools by his side as I bring my face down near his back. Turning my head to the right I blow against his hair, pushing it forward.

Elves are not especially sensitive to temperature change, but the directed stream of air set goose bumps rising along his back and arms. I moved my head up and down, continuing to blow until his hair fell over his shoulder, away from his face, exposing his back.

By now his entire body is trembling, eyes closed tightly, soft gasps escaping his lips. By the way the pillow is bunching under his head he has turned his hands palms up to grasp at the soft padding.

I smile quietly to myself. Haven't even touched him yet. I shift myself to center and back letting my hair trail across his skin. I drop back towards my heels bringing my lips near the base of his spine. I move forward up his back, directing a stream of air up the length of his spine, my hair trailing along his side.

Another gasp escapes his lips and the pillow looks like it's being abused.

Like that do you? Mmmmm… I have lots more where that came from.

I bring my face down to the curve of the back of his neck, tracing it with the tip of my nose. Using only the tip of my nose I trace patterns across his shoulder, away from his face. I shift to my right arm, trailing my nose up along his bicep and back down under the curve of his arm. I twist my head, tracing along the inner curve of his arm and side, my breath whispering across his skin, my ears catching his sharp intake of breath.

Now we're getting somewhere. I continue my path down his side, still using only my nose, shifting back towards my heels. When my nose reaches the edge of his leggings, I trace along the edge of the fabric, directing my breath softly against his skin, moving across his lower back to his other side, shifting accordingly, flipping my hair over my other shoulder so it can trail up his side and back.

I can feel slight tremors emanating from his body as I trace patterns back up his left side. I can hear him trying to keep his breathing under control as I reach the curve of his left arm, focusing on the sensitive area between his arm and torso before moving on to his left bicep.

My face is dangerously close to his as I trail my nose back down to his shoulder and neck. I focus my attentions on the curve of his neck from his ear down past his jaw. I feel him tense beneath me, holding his breath as I lavish attention on that spot just below his ear, alternating hard and soft pressure, still only using my nose.

Now, to up the ante. He lets out his restrained breath as I lift my head for a moment. I give him a moment to get his breathing under control, my hair a whisper across his right shoulder.

Just as he thinks I'm going to move on I bring the tip of my nose to the curve of his earlobe, tracing up the shell of his ear to its pointed tip. I drop down onto my forearms, allowing my breasts to press against his back as I continue attending his ear.

Mere seconds after I start toying with his ear, he releases a loud moan and begins to writhe beneath me. I slide my knees back so the full length of my body is pressed against his back, stilling his movements.

He no longer restrains his moans as he murmurs, "Sweet Eru…"

"Hmmm… I didn't realize I had changed my name…"

He tried to bury his head under his arm, mewling as I blew on his now flaming neck and ear. I slid my knees back up to their former position, shifting my weight back to my hands.

Instead of lifting myself I slowly shifted back to my heels, sliding my chest down his back. It was clearly taking a great deal of self-control for him to remain still. Once completely shifted to my heels I tossed my hair back over my left shoulder. I curved my back so I could reach the base of his spine, tracing patterns with the tip of my nose. I moved back and forth across the expanse of skin with the tip of my nose, slowly working my way up his back.

I paid particular attention to the curve of his spine and his sides, tracing the lines of his muscles and purposely taking deep breaths, enjoying the scent of his skin. Once I reached his shoulders his breaths were coming in short gasps.

Trailing my nose back down the center of his back, I dropped down onto my forearms again, sliding my body up the length of his back. His response was to bury his face in the pillow, moans still audible.

I used the opportunity to push his hair over his left shoulder with my breath and nose. That accomplished, I nudged his head encouraging him to expose the right side of his face. He took a long shuddering breath into the pillow before complying. I proceeded to lavish the same amount of attention on his right ear and that spot on his neck as I had his left side.

I could see the muscles in his arms twitching as I continued my attentions. Deciding to move on to another style of torment, I rubbed my cheek against his, shifting back again. I kept the length of my body pressed against his as I slid down, alternately rubbing my cheeks across his back down to his leggings.

Having made it all the way back I sat back on my heels, my weight against his thighs.

"Do you concede defeat?"

His eyes snapped open and he turned his head looking at me over his shoulder. "What?"

"Do you concede defeat admitting that it was not just a boast?"

"By the Valar!" he muttered burying his head back in the pillow.

"Well?"

He snapped his head around, eyes blazing with desire, "In all my centuries I have never felt the like of that."

"I'll take that as a yes. Lay back down. I'm not done with you yet."

His eyebrows rose incredulously, but he complied, laying his head back on the pillow.

I slid my hands up and down the length of his back before moving to his shoulders. Starting there, eyes closed, I began a slow, sensual massage, my tactile fingers moving across his skin. I used the sensitive pads of my fingertips to search out and release every tensed group of muscles I found. I attended his arms before moving down his back.

"I can't even feel your nails," he observed, clearly enjoying the experience.

I smiled at the obvious compliment, humming lightly to myself. That's because I flex my fingers backwards so the nails don't contact your skin.

When I finished his lower back an irresistible impulse came over me. Shifting up on my knees, I put both hands to the right of his hips, swinging my right knee over, and then swung my left knee over to where the right had been.

I had effectively reversed my position. I was now straddling his back with a perfect view of his shapely ass. He didn't seem to think anything of it as I moved my hands to knead the perfectly rounded cheeks. Still getting no adverse reaction, I sat back on my heels my weight on his upper back.

I slid my hands to his hips and up his sides before pulling back. Considering once more for a split second, I continued forward with my evil plan.

I landed a hard slap against first one butt cheek and then the other.

He yelped, "AY!" and tried to sit up. I shifted myself back, effectively pinning him to the bed.

"What are you…"

"Ah!" I quickly cut him off. "I saw the look on your face when I smacked you earlier. You like it!" I landed a resounding slap against both cheeks as he bucked under me. Looking over my shoulder I could see his face reddened with excitement. Oh yeah. Naughty elf.

I gently caressed the offended cheeks, soothing them as he muttered something unintelligible, but stopped fighting me. I slid my hands under his leggings, caressing the soft skin as I suddenly realized he was banging his head softly against the pillow. You like this WAY more than you're admitting.

I slid my hands under his hips, catching the end of the lacings on his leggings. I could feel how hard he was as I pulled the leather strings. He was moaning loudly, his face buried in the pillow, resigned to the fact that I'd found him out. I loosened his leggings so I could slide them down far enough to expose that gorgeous ass of his.

That accomplished, I leaned forward to softly brush my lips across the slightly reddened skin. The muscles twitched under my touch and he released a particularly loud moan. Smiling to myself I sat back and began to amuse myself alternately slapping his cheeks, caressing them when they reddened and kissing away the stinging I inflicted.

He could not keep himself still, constantly twitching under me, alternately imploring the Valar, Elbereth and Manwe to make this torment stop.

Apparently unable to take it any more he tried to sit up again. I leaned back, using the same move I had earlier only to find myself vaulted forward.

Before I had a chance to fall he caught one of my arms, causing me to twist sideways, towards him, the other arm swinging out in the air. I caught my breath at his half-turned countenance, flushed with extreme desire. He finished twisting onto his back and pulled me down to his chest in one fluid motion.

I didn't have a chance to breathe as he crushed my mouth to his, his tongue demanding entrance to my mouth. Needing to breathe I opened my mouth barely catching some air before his tongue's invasion. Calming enough to breathe through my nose I melted into the scorching kiss. I could feel the marble-hard throbbing evidence of my attentions pressed between my legs.

He kissed me with a desperate intensity that didn’t even compare to previous kisses. I tried to fight my body's reaction as his hands roamed freely over my form setting fire to ever nerve.

I was finally able to wrench my mouth from his, gasping, "I THOUGHT it was MY turn…"

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