"This," he said, "is the best part."
Why? I didn't know until he started.
He formulated it into sensible ideas and words while my mind reeled with the possibilities.
"The heat of the wax and the way it dries on your skin increases your sensitivity," he said. With quick, deft strokes he peeled wax from my upper body and my br**sts and my stomach. The chips and pieces cracked away and he flicked them onto the floor.
Wow.
My skin beneath the wax was red and responsive, like a sunburn but not bad. Everywhere Lucent touched, everywhere he removed the wax, I just felt more. When he tweaked my nipple after freeing it from its cocoon of wax, I swore I must have nearly had an orgasm right then and there, from nothing more than that. I felt like I had four n**ples tightly packed into one and all of them sensitive beyond belief.
Lucent chipped and flicked and removed more wax, leaving a red-skinned imprint of his lilac flower painting on my body. When he reached my pubic mound, I realized I was in trouble. Lucent realized it, too, but with a goofy grin on his face and an ever vigilant gaze towards his newfound source of excitement, I don't think he found it as troubling as me.
The wax came free from my pubic hair easily, just as he'd said. The mineral oil kept it from sticking too much, though it did nothing to remove my heightened sensitivity. He cracked and peeled away the wax on my cl*t and my labia and everything else and...
I spasmed in some heady, immediate orgasm. What? How? I knew how, and yet I didn't. I'd been so worked up before, so needy and aroused, that with the extra sensation throbbing through me from the wax, and the easy way Lucent handled my body, I became completely undone. While I squirmed in cli**x on the table, completely not expecting this, Lucent put a hand on my stomach and pubic bone and kept me mostly in place.
He seemed more amused than anything, and he stroked and rubbed around the hood of my clit, urging my cli**x onwards.
Oh, wow. Oh, wow. That was all I could think. Oh, wow.
"So you see, Miss Tanner," Lucent said, cocksure and confident. "I'm about to have a lot of fun with you. Not that you need it at the moment, as I'm positive your arousal will give me plenty to work with, but the mineral oil from before should provide us with an interesting experience, too."
He didn't say anymore. He didn't ask me any questions, or tell me what he was doing, or anything. Staring at him, rapt, my pleasure fading slightly during my post-orgasmic wind-down, Lucent divested himself of his shoes and pants and underwear. Standing before me, nak*d and glorious, he stepped to the end of the table.
He grabbed my legs. He grabbed my legs and pulled, and with the slickness of the oil that had dripped onto his cushioned table, I slid towards him easily. His erection stood prominently before me, eager, like he said, with anticipation.
I thought I might have a little time to prepare, maybe some warm up beforehand, but, no. He pulled me and I slid directly onto his cock. He sheathed himself inside of me, the mineral oil and my arousal making his journey extremely easy.
I had an orgasm, and I was coming down from an orgasm, but apparently I wasn't. I gasped as he fitted himself inside of me, filling me completely. He held my thighs tight, squeezing me against him, and in my heightened state of affairs, all I could do was feel pleasure. As he rocked against me, pushing in and out of me in quick bursts, I think I died.
This wasn't a little death, not by any means. Petite mort? No, not at all. This was some grand event, pronounced and open only by invitation, but Lucent and I both had VIP passes.
My body, inside of me, attempted to clench onto him in desperate release, but the slickness of the oil prevented it. My orgasm grew, heavier and powerful, and Lucent continued his insistent exploitation of my core. Even worse, he decided it was a good idea to toy with my cl*t with one hand while he held my thigh with the other and pounded into me.
This was all... a lot. I couldn't think of any way to define it besides that. Sex multiplied by five, squared, then cubed. Slippery and slick, constant, intense and... a lot.
I orgasmed again, and again. And more. I had never had multiple orgasms like this before, and I always felt jealous of those who could, but apparently Lucent knew how to release that hidden restraint inside of me. As easily, I thought, as if he'd undone the clip of a leather cuff and set me free. I closed my eyes and became pure pleasure and thought of nothing except him and I coupling, cli**x overtaking me over and over.
...
Lucent and I had left Sam's Carousel club a little before two in the morning. We must have arrived at his apartment at about two, but I didn't remember checking the time then. I was too excited to see his home.
I had no idea what time it was now, nor if time existed anymore. Maybe everyone in the world had decided to do away with it while Lucent and I made love excessively on the cushioned table in his candle room. This, I thought, was a good room, and maybe I should stay here forever.
We weren't hav**g s*x anymore, but that was fine with me. I lay there, gazing upwards, seeing myself in the mirror, nigh oblivious to everything else. I saw Lucent, too, and he looked happy. I thought I must be glowing, because everything seemed brighter all of a sudden. My body felt wonderful and light like an airy gust of wind.
Lucent had filled me with his own orgasm while sating me with more than a few of mine. Then he cleaned me with a towel while I lay there, smiling like an idiot. Well, maybe I was an idiot, I thought, but what of it? Lucent accepted me and he treated me nicely and he saved me.
He also poured hot, melted wax all across my body and brought me to the brink of agony before delivering me into a triumph of consummate ecstasy. Lucent was very good at these sorts of things. A thought occurred to me and I panicked.
Before I knew it, he had me cradled in his arms and was carrying me out of the room.
Anxious, worried, I looked up at him. "Lucent, do you do this often? I mean, do you do it with anyone else, too?"
He leaned down and kissed my forehead. "Miss Tanner, I told you this already. I don't believe in partial relationships. I don't partake in casual sex, nor do I do things merely for the fun of it."
"Oh," I said. "What does that mean?"
"What does that mean with you, you mean?"
I nodded. "Yes."
He brought me to the door and I opened it for us, unthinking. He smiled at me and nodded his thanks, then carried me into the hallway of his skyrise apartment.
"I don't know," he said, shrugging and lifting me up slightly.
"What do you mean you don't know? You need to know. You can't not know."
"I don't think this is a good idea," he said.
"Oh." I didn't really like that answer.
"I want it to be a good idea, though."
This was a better answer, I thought. "I liked the wax."
"Did you? You look thoroughly fatigued."
"I do?" I grinned, sleepy. I felt a little tired, too. Tired, but awake. I wanted to cuddle with him and talk, and lay in bed or in front of a fireplace on a pallet in the library. With snow surrounding us. Just us. Alone.
"I'm taking you to my bed," he informed me, sounding as if he refused to accept dissent.
"Alright," I said.
"You smell beautiful," he said. "I appreciate your choice in candle scents."
"You have really nice candles," I added. "Those are soy? They smell better."
"Soy, yes." He nodded and we wandered down his hallway towards, I assumed, his bedroom. He hadn't bothered to turn the lights on and we traveled softly through the darkness. "I have them custom made by a small candlemaking company in Minnesota. They're quite accommodating."
"Oh," I said. "What's your favorite scent for a candle?"
"Currently, I believe it might be lilac," he said with a rakish grin. "Previously I enjoyed pumpkin and spice, though."
"We should use pumpkin candles tomorrow," I said, nodding.
Lucent laughed. "Maybe. Maybe not. We'll see."
I was sleepy, and maybe not thinking well, but the next words just came blurting out of my mouth. "Can we go on a date, Lucent? You said in the library you'd think about asking me out on one once we got out and I know you wanted me to go away but I don't want to go away and I would like it if you asked me on a date."
He stopped in the hallway and stared at me. I couldn't see much of him, except a faint shadow of his face provided to me by the glimmer of the moon and stars from a nearby window. He shook his head and grinned, amazed. "You want me to ask you on a date?"
"Yes, I would like it."
"I'll consider it, Miss Tanner. I think I might. Let's go to sleep for now, though."
"You'll sleep with me?" I asked.
"I am going to put you in my bed and I am going to get in right beside you, yes."
"Can we cuddle?"
"Yes."
"Can we talk?"
"For a little while, and then we need to sleep."
"Sometimes I talk in my sleep," I said. "If I do, will you answer me still?"
He snorted out a chuckle. "You're very difficult, did you know that?"
"I know," I said. "But you like me still."
"I do," he agreed. "Yes."