Divine Intervention: One Shots

Hands

He was sitting on the couch absently strumming his guitar. Every so often he would crack his knuckles and stretch his hands. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of them. He’d play with the rings on his middle fingers, scratch and tug at his beard, and run his fingers through his hair. I was absolutely captivated.  The next thing I knew those fingers were gently snapping in front of my face.

“Earth to Rae. Where did you go?” 

“Hmm, what? I’m sorry.” I honestly had not heard what he was saying. 

He chuckled and shook his head. “You were either fixated on something or a million miles away in your head.”

I could feel the heat in my cheeks as I blushed, knowing exactly where my mind was. I bit my lip and looked down at my own hands. I could almost feel his touch on my skin. He smiled and put his finger under my chin to tilt my eyes up to his. I blinked and licked my lips. He chuckled again.

“I think I need to hear this.” He put his guitar in the stand he keeps next to the couch. He reached for my hand and pulled me gently so that I was sitting in his lap. 

I cleared my throat in an attempt to find my voice. “I was lost in watching your hands.” I blushed again. “I was imagining how those hands feel on my skin.” I held his eyes to see his response. I watched the expressions roll across his face. The soft smile that played on his lips made me think there was a specific memory in his mind.

He leaned in and kissed me softly as the hands in question reached for the hem of my shirt. He pulled the garment over my head as I raised my arms to assist. He broke the kiss and held my eyes as the shirt passed between our faces. He tossed it gently to the side and wrapped his arms around me running his hands over all of the available exposed skin. His touch was light and deliberate. I shivered, but I wasn’t cold. He took his time unfastening the clasp of my bra and peeling the scrap of fabric away from my body. He very slowly explored the newly exposed skin, paying special attention to my breasts, encouraging the rosy buds of my nipples into stiff points. His mouth traveled a line across my jaw, down my neck and over my collar bone to take one of those little buds into his mouth. He suckled gently alternating between the two before laying me down on the couch. 

His mouth continued a gentle path down my sternum to my belly. The fingers that had been occupying my thoughts carefully opened the button of my jeans and lowered the zipper. The muscles of my stomach quivered under his touch as his fingertips brushed the skin just above the band of my panties. He chuckled and pulled my panties and jeans down my legs and tossed them to the side. He proceeded to make sure that I would never forget the feel of those fingers on my body. I gave him his name liberally as he took his time touching every inch of bare skin on my body. I felt loved and worshipped as he continued with the delicious torture. 

After what felt like forever, he finally moved those long slender fingers to gently stroke my folds. I was already very wet and his fingers slid into me easily. I raised my hips up, guiding his fingers in deeper. It didn’t take him long to push me over the edge into a full blown orgasm. He begged for my release. I couldn’t have stopped it if I had tried. My body was humming and buzzing when he finally took his hands away from it. 

He laid down next to me and pulled me close. “Let me know whenever you need a reminder. I’d be happy to be of service.”