Divine Intervention: One Shots

Wicked Game

He had been in the music room most of the day. He was in the process of creating a bunch of new mini covers for his socials and I was excited to hear them. I usually avoided the music room when he was doing these so that whatever he was working on wasn’t spoiled for me. I enjoyed the mystery of hearing what he decided on and what he came up with. I was standing in front of the open fridge looking for a snack when his arms slipped around my waist from behind. I grabbed a bottle of water and handed it to him, turning in his arms. “Done working?”

“For now. I came looking for a snack and I found one.” His lips spoke the words brushing mine. I licked mine and he took that moment to claim them. I moaned into the kiss as he deepened it, closing the fridge and pressing me up against it. The bottle of water hit the floor as his hands wandered my body. The energy around us was intense. 

Taking a moment to breathe I asked him what brought that on. His eyes zeroed in on mine. I could practically feel the fire in them. His answer stirred my arousal.

“Have you ever listened to a song that gets you in the mood, on repeat? Besides just your sexy self, I have been listening to one of those songs most of the day working on a quick cover of it. Care to indulge me in some release?” The slight smirk caught me off guard. I bit my lip and nodded. He reached for my hand and led me upstairs. He pulled out his phone and flipped through some screens until the beginning melody of Wicked Game by Chris Issak could be heard. The song does have a very sexy feel to it, but I honestly didn’t see it as the type of song Avi would cover, although lately he had been covering some very different things. He turned the volume up and set it on the corner of the dresser before locking his lips back to mine. He walked us slowly back towards the bed, never breaking contact. I shivered under his touch when the back of my knees hit the bed. A devious smile crossed his face as he unfastened my jeans and slid them to the floor. He pulled my shirt over my head and began exploring my neck with his lips, teeth, and tongue. 

I sat on the bed and he guided me back towards the headboard, his eyes never leaving mine. He laid me back and lay over me. His eyes studied me as his fingers brushed the hair back away from my face. “You’re so beautiful.” The whispered statement hung between us as he placed a finger over my lips signaling me not to talk. He kissed my lips softly and then kissed a trail down my throat, across my collar bone, over the top of my breast and down my torso, stopping briefly at the band of my panties. He looked up at me and then hooked his fingertips into the band of my panties and gently pulled them over my hips and down my legs. He placed his hands on my hips and down over my thighs. The goosebumps rose up on my skin as the anticipation rose in my belly.

I knew full well what was coming next and I could feel myself getting wet just thinking about it. In the silence between us I could hear the song playing on repeat in the background. He moved so that his shoulders were under my thighs and without a word, dove into my core. His tongue was creating a rhythm all of its own while his fingers brushed and taunted the delicate skin they found. I gasped and sucked in a breath as he sucked on my clit. I was so close to the edge. I gave him his name as I flew over the edge. 

He crawled back up my body, having magically lost his clothes. He laced his fingers in mine and claimed my mouth as he dropped his hips between my legs, entering me in one smooth motion. I saw stars as he created a rhythm that matched the song, much like the tide coming into the beach and slipping out again. The emotion of it all took over and I gave into whatever he needed or wanted. We came together and just lay connected for a short while. He kissed me softly and told me that he loved me. 

We got dressed and headed back downstairs to the kitchen. We sat for a bit, talking and laughing, while getting a quick snack. He grabbed the forgotten bottle of water off the floor, kissed my forehead and headed back to the music room. I cleaned up the kitchen and wandered around the house for a bit. I drifted by the closed door of the music room and heard the soft strains of his cover of Wicked Game. I bit my lip and I know I blushed listening, knowing that anytime I heard that song now, I would remember what had happened just a little bit ago upstairs.