Chapter Eighteen: Part One
(R18+ Sex)
In the car, Rick looked at Kate and said, ‘I can’t describe how much I have missed you, Kate.’ No further words were needed or said. He drew her to him and wrapped his arms around her, holding her, feeling her and being with her as she melted into him.
Harold delivered them to Rick’s building, understanding the brevity of the farewell they offered him. Driving off, he dialled Mason’s number and after exchanging greetings, they talked. Answering Mason, he said, ‘Yes sir, I’ve never seen him like it either…There’s a hard-wired connection there. They didn’t even kiss on the drive… No, that’s exactly what I mean, They just held each other… I do too, sir… No doubt in my mind… Perfect. Goodnight, sir.’
The lovers stood arm in arm for their ascent to Rick’s apartment. An older resident shared their elevator car and left them only two floors before theirs. Rick bade her goodnight with warmth after asking about her recently ill spaniel on the way up, and Kate watched the woman blush at Rick’s attention. Feeling a pang of empathy for her, a line from a popular science fiction series came to her mind. ‘Resistance is futile.’
Breaking from their kiss as the elevator doors opened, Kate gazed at her lover as he swept her up, cradling her in his arms and kissing her. He carried her through the apartment, pausing for a moment to reach into the media room and flick the switch to expose the play area, before carrying her into the bedroom. His eyes reflecting the urgent, physical need she was feeling.
He set her down, facing away from him. She felt her dress release its grip from her body as he drew the zipper right to the base of her spine. He slipped the dress from her shoulders and dragged it from her arms and down her body with his fingertips, collecting her panties in the same movement; stripping her naked in a single motion before kissing the small of her back as he pushed the straps of her shoes over her heels.
His arms dragged her into his body as his hands cradled her breasts, barely touching them. He bit her shoulder blade gently, sending electric spasms coursing through her body. She turned and worked on his belt and trousers as he quickly released the buttons of his shirt and sleeves before stripping it away. Stepping on each shoe and then foot in turn, he threw the last of his clothing from his ankles. Naked, he leaned forward and hoisted his giggling prize over his shoulder, carrying her from the bedroom with purpose.
Entering the media room with the play area exposed, Kate felt her internal heat kick up another gear. She could feel his controlled desire in every movement. Still over his shoulder, Kate grabbed his bum, feeling his muscles working under her fingers. He turned her in space and draped her smoothly over the low, padded horse.
Kate found that she was in a comfortable, supported position with her body, knees and elbows, perfectly at rest on the horse. Her thighs and shins rested against luxuriously padded stops and she felt almost weightless. He raked his fingers down her back and took her hips in his hands. With her forearms resting on the padded shelf under her elbows, she relaxed her shoulders. Kate found and grasped some perfectly positioned handles just as she felt him slowly slide his hardness into her body in tiny pulsing movements, giving her time to feel every sensation offered to her. Inexorably, he moved ever deeper into her with the same tiny oscillations, her body accepting him eagerly.
When Rick was fully at depth and pushing into her, Kate felt exactly how the bondage-horse worked. Fully relaxed, yet held firm and motionless by the pads, she allowed her body to float free of effort or tension. ‘God, Rick, I need this so badly. Don’t hold back, baby,’ she heard her voice urging him.
His response was sudden and electric. She felt his hands pressing her hips to the horse as he withdrew from her body completely. He started taking her with controlled, full-length strokes. Each time, he withdrew quickly and he withheld himself for a moment before slowly re-entering her body again. Even as his pace quickened, he continued the same pattern of slow entry and fast withdrawal, pushing deep into her at the bottom of every stroke.
Sensations of overflowing fullness and hunger began to build in her belly and pelvis, a feeling of absolute wanting. Kate felt as if she was having a full body cramp that only he could relieve. She pushed back with her arms and shoulders, her cries meeting his every stroke.
Still pinning her hips to the horse, he was biting the skin over her shoulder blades. Kate’s mind flew as every place he touched competed for her attention and she rejoiced in every sensation. He kept his pattern and pace consistent, and Kate heard herself begging for more, even as she revelled in his self-control.
He wrapped her hair in his hand and pulled her back onto him as she moaned in indulgent pleasure. He increased his pace slightly and Kate felt the first echoes of her climax deep inside and rising quickly. Rick felt it too. He held his pace and forced her climax to come to him, delaying her release and building upon her bliss. She shuddered in breathless contraction for a long moment, her face contorted in intensity.
Only when her pleasure was arriving in waves did he quicken his pace to meet each clenching. Pinning her hips down, he changed his angle to lift higher over her with each thrust. His raised angle made his cock stretch her pussy rearwards slightly whilst also massaging against her g-spot, changing the nature of her climax completely. Already coming, Kate’s awareness flashed into blinding white for a long, ecstatic, formless, endless moment. Her body was acting on its own, writhing in her intense release, pushing back onto her lover.
Their shared orgasm felt boundless as Rick’s climactic thrusts met her spasms of pleasure. With his hands on her back, he encouraged her to breathe out as he entered her, while he breathed in, exchanging their surges between them. She could feel what he was doing and found how to respond, lifting and rolling her pelvis and stomach, holding their orgasm at the top of their peak with ease. They rode the waves of orgasmic bliss coursing through them. Like the waves of a receding tide, long after the initial rush of release had passed, their shared pleasure still washed between them. Once again aware of the horse underneath her, it felt to Kate as though gravity was finally able to get her body’s attention as their climax faded away.
‘I sooooo needed that!’ Kate declared into the padding of the horse. She felt his gentle laugh reverberate deep within her body, neither wanting to break apart yet. He was stroking her back and massaging her bum and legs, still inside her.
‘You stoked a fire this afternoon that has been raging since I last saw you,’ he said. She squeezed her pelvic muscles in response and took total delight in his shuddering groan.
With her still mounted on the horse, he ran his fingertips over every bit of her skin he could access, reducing Kate to a quivering ball of sensual enjoyment and purring like a big, happy kitten. ‘Hey, I love this thing!’ she said, still fully supported, slapping the padding of the horse. He pushed into her one more time. ‘Ohhh, you get all the right spots. You can do that to me anytime you want.’
Kate was sure she felt a surge of hardness return before he withdrew.
Nibbling over the back of her chest, his hands slid under her shoulders and lifted her into an upright kneeling position. He drew her further back to lean against him, rubbing her back with his body. His hands found her breasts as his mouth found the side of her neck and whispered between nibbles and kisses, ‘I have missed you so much, Kate.’
She teased, ‘Why? Were you gone? I’m sorry, I hadn’t noti… ooaaahh!’ A delicious pinch of a nipple was his response. They both laughed as her last teasing words turned into a need-filled moan as the sensation coursed through her body.
‘Shall we tidy up a little, my lady?’
‘I don’t know that my legs will work just yet,’ Kate said, baiting him. To her approving giggle, he scooped her up and carried her back through the bedroom and into the huge shower space of the en suite. It was blissful. Rick lay her on the lightly padded bench in the shower space, soaping, massaging and rinsing her from top to toes. He carefully washed her everywhere, causing her to squirm several times in response to his attentive thoroughness.
She stood and took his hands, moving him to the centre of the space, drinking him in with her eyes. She took up the soap and went to work on her lover, sighing without reserve as she found new parts and combinations of his body to admire and feel. He had obviously not eaten well in the last few weeks. The extra definition of his muscles reminded her of statues representing the warrior-gods of ancient Rome. Seeing how much the travel had taken out of him, she made him lie back on the wide wet bench and gave him a deep soapy massage, relaxing his muscles and mind. She felt the scars on his arms and waist, and found more on his lower legs. She explored each with her fingers, feeling the depth and texture of each. She drank the fresh water running from his back as she rinsed him, kissing and nibbling her way all over him.
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