The year is 1994. The Artist finds himself in a situation no one ever thought could happen. How does he get out of it, or perhaps more importantly, how did he get there in the first place?
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August 21, 1994
**Iolani POV**
I woke up this morning to arms around me once again, but this morning he was still soundly asleep. I couldn't help but feel bad for crapping out on him so early last night, but between my throbbing foot and painkillers, I just couldn't keep my eyes open.
This morning though was a different story. I found myself carefully turning around in his embrace, as I started slowly stroking my way through his mop of black curls while capturing his soft, sleepy lips in a tender kiss.
I just started to get into it when I felt him begin to stir. His mouth slowly meets the rhythm I'd only just managed to set. Well good morning to you too...
I smile into this kiss as his hands manage to find my behind to pull me into his heated morning flesh. As I let out a soft moan and grind gently against him, his tongue takes advantage of the situation and invades my mouth with tender violence. Wow...
My own hands begin to get itchy with impatience and I find myself starting to gently scrape my nails down his back, as he begins to win the battle with my tongue. Now there's one battle I was happy to lose...
Excited by his victory, he decides to tempt fate by gingerly disentangling my arms from around him before tenderly grasping my left hand and slowly guiding it toward his heated flesh.
As his hand guides mine to softly graze over him, his hips surge forward eagerly as my lips capture his almost inaudible groan. See...two can play this game.
Emboldened by his response, I cup him between my palms gently and start to teasingly explore his length through his pajama bottoms.
With a whimper, he eases his hands up toward the bottom of my pajama shirt before slowly working his way underneath it. Before I know it, his hands have found their way to my breasts where they start exploring nipples that are quickly hardening under his eager touch.
At this, his heated topaz eyes meet mine. "Can I get a better look at you, mama?" he asks seductively, as his hands go to slowly lift my t-shirt over my head.
Head swimming with the sensual overload of the moment, all I can bring myself to do is meet his gaze as my own eyes glisten with sizzling blue fire, and give a slight nod of assent. Yes...please...
Permission having been granted, my shirt found itself in a remote location on the other side of the cabin as his eyes eagerly devour the sight of my bare chest, nipples straining, anticipating his next move.
Quickly growing restless, I take his hands gently in mine and guide them toward my chest as I lean forward to capture his lips once again.
He needs no further encouragement as his hands cup my breasts, thumb and index finger plucking my nipples as to my complete surprise, they grow even more firm and I start to feel a warm wetness down near my throbbing core. Oh god...
Excited, I groan deeply into his mouth as my teeth pull at his bottom lip while my hands tangle in his hair seeking more....more of this, more of him...just more.
That was all he needed for his lips to make their way toward my right breast, giving it a ghost of a lick with the tip of his tongue, before grazing it gently with his teeth. My hands reach out greedily to pull him closer, as his lips finally pull my rock hard nipple into the moist heat of his mouth suckling eagerly as his eyes meet mine, glowing with a fire matching my own.
"Mmmmm...please baby,..." I find myself pleading with him as the sensation slowly becomes too much.
"What do you need, mama?" he asks, eyes twinkling. "This..." he asks, mouth still against my chest dragging toward my other breast to administer the same sensual pleasure. I release a low moan at his continued teasing.
Trying to give him back a little of his own, my hands make their way slowly up his chest before my nails dance teasingly over his own nipples.
I was rewarded with his deep groan, as his hand slowly makes its way toward my cloth covered womanhood. "Or maybe this..." he taunts, as his fingers glide along my softness through my flimsy pajama bottoms.
"So soft..." he murmurs as his fingers manage to find my bundle of nerves. Mmmm...
"Baby, please don't tease..." I whimper as my hips move involuntarily toward his wandering fingers.
Not wanting to endure this alone I move to grasp his hardness again with my right hand, but with his free hand he guides my hand back to my side as I groan with frustration.
Meeting my heated gaze, his fingers still working their magic I hear him mutter softly, "You're almost there, baby...just let it go..."
And that's all it takes for me to come with a strangled cry, which he quickly swallows with his eagerly waiting lips.
As I come down from my high, my eyes make contact with his erection before rising to his heated topaz pools questioningly as I gently bite at my lower lip wanting nothing more at that moment than to see him, taste him...
He responds with a gentle shake of his head. Really baby?!
"Not this time, Lani. This time was about you..." he murmurs tenderly, though his eyes were still burning with an amber fire. But next time... I think with a wicked smile.
And with a gentle kiss to my forehead, he reluctantly gets up and heads into the shower as I drift off into a peaceful sleep. What a way to start the day!
**Author's Note: I was actually going to wait another day or so to post this as I won't have time to update again before I leave for vacation, but I wanted to see what everyone thinks since this is my first go at the sexy writing. I hope I did it justice...#look**
