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She walked up the old grey creaking stairs and paused to smell the vining roses tangled in the latticework. The man at the front desk gave her a rose and pointed the way. Taking a deep breath, Rachel walked down to 103, her arms full of roses, bubble bath, a perfect crane, and the camera. She knocked and the door gave way under her fist. She slowly walked in. The room was dark, with flickering candles spreading their glow into the charming room. Soft music was playing, some old sexy Motown. There were roses everywhere. She walked in a little further and the door quietly closed behind her. She looked around in awe.
"Dar la bienvenida, querida," came a voice. There was a second room. Rachel walked in to find Howie sitting in a big soft chair, his hair loose around his shoulders, wearing a purple silk robe. His fingers were steepled under his chin as he studied her, quite seriously. "Perfecto."
"Yes Howie... Thanks..."
"Shhhhh..." like a jungle cat he rose from the chair in a fluid motion and walked around her slowly, hands clasped behind his back. He gently took the objects from her arms, placing them on a table. Once again he walked around her, saying nothing, caressing her with his eyes.
Rachel began to tremble a bit. The way he was walking around her was really turning her on, though she was at a loss to say why. He wasn't touching her... just... appreciating her beauty. It was sweet flattery of the most subtle design.
Finally he stood again in front of her, his eyes glowing with an inner passion. Picking up her hands, he looked at her nails, smiled and kissed each behind the knuckles. He ran his finger over the bracelet, approvingly. Rachel was nearly undone at this point and the man had hardly touched her.
Howie put his hand up on either side of her face and placed the tendrils of hair behind her ears. "Bonita, bonita cara... te amo, para siempre..." He lifted her hand to his lips again and began to kiss his way up to her shoulder.
"Hey... no fair." whispered Rachel, "No hablo Espanol..."
Howie gave a sexy chuckle from deep in his throat and he kissed her neck, sucking a bit, which made Rachel gasp out loud. "Lengua amar... ¿enamorarse de me?"
"Ooooh, whatever, I'm up for it..." Howie chuckled again, sending Rachel’s nerves reeling.
"¿qué hora es? es bañarse."
"Hmmmm?" murmured Rachel arching her head back as he circle her neck with kisses and gentle fingertip caresses.
"Time for a bath, querida."
"Now, stay right here. Don't move," he whispered to her. She watched as he found the bottle of bubble bath she'd brought and slowly made his way into the next room, smiling seductively over his shoulder at her. A moment later she heard the sound of running water as she waited anxiously, trying to anticipate what would be next. The thoughts gave her goosebumps.
A few minutes later the sound of water stopped and Howie reappeared in the doorway. He motioned with the crook of his finger for her to follow, and hesitantly she stepped towards him. His eyes never left her, and she felt like her nerves were coming unraveled. Howie reached out and took her hand, standing her in the doorway. The room in front of her took her breath away. There were more flowers on every surface, as well as candles, and a huge jacuzzi style bathtub now brimming with scented bubbles. "Oh my god...." she breathed quietly.
"Now..." she felt his breath behind her as his hand came up to her neck line. "Time for you..." he continued painstakingly slowly, "...to relax," he murmured as he lowered the zipper on her dress, his fingers brushing against her skin as the fabric fell open. "You get in there and get comfortable, I'll be right back," he assured her. She stepped into the candlelit bathroom and carefully stepped out of the dress and eased herself slowly into the awaiting water. "Oh god....heaven," she sighed.
"You most definitely are," he agreed from the doorway, standing there with a bottle of champagne and a silver tray heaped with ruby red strawberries. "Now," he approached, taking two glasses from the counter and filling them with liquid. "You relax," he knelt by the edge of the tub and held the glass to her lips, tilting it carefully for her to drink from. "You aren't to lift a finger...not one," he instructed her in a soft purr. He reached down and brought a ripe piece of fruit to her lips, watching with a fixed gaze as she took it between her lips. God he was getting turned on himself, watching her, knowing she was naked beneath the water and the bubbles. He could have taken her right there he thought with an inner smile, but he wanted this night to be memorable...perfect for her.
After a few moments of alternating the strawberries between the two of them, he gave her the last sip of champagne. The liquid sparkled on her lips, and he rose to his knees and kissed her, tasting the champagne mingled with the taste of her skin. "Beautiful, querida," he sighed.
Finally she couldn't take it anymore, and found her voice. "Howie..give me one little translation," she pleaded. "I hate not knowing what you are saying," she smiled sweetly.
"Ok lady, just one...."
"Ok. Querida? What are you calling me?" she said, gluing her eyes to his.
Howie was quiet for a moment as he ran his hands over her shoulders, gently washing her ivory skin, enjoying the feel of her.
"Howie?"
He smirked at her and kissed her neck again, slowly. "It means...." he paused, moving his lips just above hers, "....lover," he answered against her lips before parting them, allowing his tongue to explore the soft warmth of her mouth. He was rewarded with a low, almost inaudible moan. "Now, time to get you out of here before you turn into a prune," he laughed. "There's another surprise for you in the closet. I'll be waiting," he assured her as he stepped out into the next room and out of sight. Rachel wasn't sure her legs would work, but she managed to step from the tub and dry herself off. Slowly she opened the closet and found a beautiful, black silk floor length nightgown that laced up both sides. Her hands reached out to the cool, soft material and carefully she slipped it over her head, feeling it cascade down her body to the floor, like a silk caress. Looking in the mirror, she could see the flush in her own cheeks. Straightening herself, she stepped slowly back out into the main room where she found Howie back in the large chair, holding two more glasses of champagne.
"You are a vision," he murmured, rising once more.
He handed her the glass. Her skin was still pink and steaming slightly from the bath. "Drink." he said, and she did . "Hmmmm yes... a vision..." he walked behind her, then slid the strap of her gown and ran his tongue from the tip of her shoulder to her ear. "Vision. But..."
Rachel took another sip from her glass. "There are five senses, Querida. Vision tends to dominate, dulling the other senses, that are, I might add, just as important. Therefore..." Howie was directly behind her now, his breath on the nape of her neck. He brought both arms forward on either side of her head and let a rose colored silk scarf trickle from his fingers like a silent waterfall. "Sometimes it helps..." slowly her gathered the scarf back into his hands... "To not see..." and he gently tied the scarf as a blindfold over Rachel's eyes... "Just... feel...." when he finished tying the scarf Rachel was trembling and breathing hard. he put his hand on her shoulders and slid them down her arms. "Trust me, Querida. Come."
Rachel licked her lips as she felt Howie walk around in front of her. He lead her forward, then indicated that she should sit.
The sound of Howie's voice sent shivers through her, and she was mixed with a sense of nervousness and excitement all at the same time. "But I want to see you Howie," she murmured. "No fair," she said quietly. All of her others senses were at guard, waiting to feel what he would do next. The anticipation was almost too much for her.....
Smiling roguishly, Howie silently walked around the room, looking at Rachel. He could tell how alive she was... how she waited for his touch. Without a word, he settled at her feet, and began to rub them slowly, lovingly. Rachel could feel Howie's eyes on her. She finally felt him as he began to rub her feet with almost a sensual feel. He hit the arch of her foot and she giggled lightly. "Ticklish" she murmured as she waited to see what wonderful torture he had in store next.
Howie grinned and ran a finger up her arch, putting her into convulsions of laughter. "Shhhh Shhhhh now..." he murmured.
Reaching behind him he picked up a rose he had given her earlier in the evening. With a smile he ran the soft petals up her arm, across her chest, and down her other arm. He then ran it down the length of her body, which was shivering in the black silk, and he allowed the thorns to gently scrape along her soft skin.
Rachel smelled the faint fragrance of the rose as Howie trailed it along her skin. She wanted to see him so badly, see the look in his eyes, the smile on his lips, anything. It was driving her crazy. A deep breath escaped her as her senses reacted. "Howie......"
"No, no, cara... not yet. We have but begun." Taking the champagne flute in his hand he tipped it to her mouth, allowing some to dribble down her chest. Delicately he began to lick the droplets, moving the filmy fabric of her gown with his gentle, warm hands.
Rachel felt intoxicated by Howie's touch, his tongue leaving a warm trail over her skin. She felt his hands brush her skin as they moved the soft silk of the gown, baring more of her to him. The feel of his tongue caused her to moan lightly. She was quickly losing herself to the whole scene.
Howie stood away savoring the fire of the beautiful woman beneath him.
"Now..." he said, watching her chest rise and fall, "He reached forward and took off the blindfold, and was rewarded with eyes heavy with passion. "Touch."
Sitting up, Rachel put her trembling hands forward, laying them on his warm skin on either side of his neck. He closed his eyes, her mere touch making him dizzy for her. Licking her lips to moisten them, Rachel slid her hands across his shoulderblades, parting the purple silk. Reaching forward, she gently laid her lips against the pulse point of his neck, then kissed her way downward, peppering his chest with her feathery searing kisses. Finally she took his head in her hands and kissed his mouth, tasting him, weaving her fingers through his silky hair. His fingers found the ties of her gown and unlaced, pulling the silk up over her head, leaving her bare to his hungry eyes. "Mi cara, bonita. Beautiful beautiful woman."
He slid his hands over her smooth skin, enjoying the little moans of pleasure his touch inspired. She reached suddenly for the sash of his robe and untied it, opening it, pushing it aside as so much ephemeral detail that didn't matter... no, not at all. Rachel looked at his beautiful body, full of wonder. "Take it." he said throatily, "It's yours."
Rachel's hands wandered over his body like ships over new seas, charting their course. Howie gasped her name and pulled her close. "Oh, God, Rachel..."
This time it was Rachel's turn... "Shhhh...." she said, running her hands over his chest, down his stomach, enjoying the play of muscle beneath her fingertips. Howie stood, then scooped her up in his arms.
He carried her to the bed and lay her there, spreading her hair over the white linen sheets. "You," he said, kissing her stomach, "are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." He nuzzled his face in the warm skin of her stomach, then moved upward, rubbing his face and hair against her breasts. Finally he began to kiss and suck her breasts, teasing the nipples with his teeth. Rachel's hands were firmly tangled in his hair, and she writhed with pleasure.
"God, Howie..." she moaned breathily as his lips played over her skin, taunting and teasing her. Her breathing was uneven and her body felt like she was on fire as she felt his lips slide across her stomach.
Without losing contact with her, Howie cast his eyes upward and watched her. Her head was thrown back, eyes closed, her fingers clenching the sheets into white-knuckled fists as sensation flooded over her. God she was the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen. He trailed his kisses back up her body, his fingers still trailing light as feathers as well. He raised himself above her, his dark eyes starring down to her. "Rachel, baby..." he purred. "Open your eyes cara," he commanded softly.
On cue her eyes fluttered open, sparkling with emotion and desire. Howie smiled down to her, watching the shadows and flickers that the light of the candles cast upon their skin. Kissing her firmly, he felt her hands come up to explore him again, her touch as soft and elegant as she was. He couldn't take it anymore, he wanted her.
As if she read his mind, she looked into his eyes as her body arched towards him. "Howie... please..." she pleaded between breaths.
"Yes cara?" he smiled teasingly to her.
"Now....I want to...feel you.....now," she said, her eyes closing once more. She felt like every nerve ending was going to explode.
The sound of her voice and the feel of her body was all the encouragement he needed. "Look at me," he insisted, waiting until her eyes were upon his before he entered her slowly, both of them moaning together at the sensation. Their bodies moved in unison, as if it were the most natural thing, as if they became one. Rachel felt a tidal wave of sensation begin to break over her. His name escaped her lips in one long, sweet breath, "God Hoowieeee," she sighed as her orgasm broke over her, making her whole body tingle.
That alone was enough to send Howie over the edge, and the two lay panting in each other's arms, fighting to get their breath. "Beautiful lady, beautiful," he murmured, kissing her sweetly as the two drifted off to sleep.
Bev beamed out over the crowd of celebrities from the world of music and the world of publishing. "Homestead is more than proud, we are honored to be chosen as the publisher of 'Caroline's Song', by Mr. Howie Dorough and Miss Rachel Walker. This book, but it is more than a book, will bring laughter, tears, and understanding about the disease Lupus. All of the proceeds are going directly to the Caroline Dorough Cochrane Foundation. I am proud to introduce the author, Mr. Howie Dorough." Howie, looking fabulous in a tux, gave Rachel's hand a little squeeze. They both had tears in their eyes. Stepping up to the podium, Howie cleared his throat and looked down at the book in his hand. On the cover the photograph of Caroline smiled up at him, as if saying "Well done, and thank you, dear brother."
"Words cannot express how I feel right now." said Howie as cameras flashed. "My sister Caroline... she was a beautiful, precious child of God, and now she is with Him. I began the foundation to honor her memory, yet it somehow didn't seem to be enough. Then a lovely stranger," he smiled over at Rachel, who unashamedly let her tears trail down her face, "Gave me an idea. Write about her. It may help." Howie looked out into the crowd. "And it did help me. And now we are sending our message out into the world, to educate, to move, to raise awareness." Opening the book, Howie said "But... there is one little change. It is in the dedication. I have dedicated this book to the memory of my beloved sister, but I have added one more. To Rachel, my Flamegirl, and my beloved wife. I could not have done this without you." Howie swallowed as a tear ran down my cheek. He looked up at Rachel, who was looking at him with her mouth open. "Now I understand that telling a lie in print is called libel. Rachel, my dearest love, don't make me spend our honeymoon in jail. Marry me."
"Howie..." Rachel gasped, "Yes!" and they embraced as the crowd erupted in applause.
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