Chapter Fourteen: Part One
(R18+ Sex)
Kate had no idea how he’d lifted her so quickly, but in a single easy movement, she was over his shoulder and being carried down the hallway. Revelling in his strength, she felt herself melting into him. Her awareness was only of his clean masculine scent, and the effortless way he was carrying her. As he carried her into the bedroom, Rick flicked a switch and the cityscape vanished as the dark windows instantly became opaque to assure their privacy.
They were standing near his bed and kissing; Kate couldn’t even remember him setting her down, but he must have. He stood up straight and looked deep into her eyes, cradling her face in his hands before slowly drawing her up onto her toes, lifting her lips to his as they kissed again. Her mind and body responded instantly. She found within herself a place of pure lust and desire, and a new freedom as she felt herself cede control to this magnificent man. Immersed deep underwater in a sea of Rick, she felt weightless, but able to breathe without drowning, and swim without effort.
Rick’s eyes shone whilst he lifted her wrists above her head. ‘Hold your arms up.’ His hands slid down her arms, past her shoulders and gently to her waist before reversing, lifting her blouse upwards. His breath caught and he murmured, ‘My God, you are so beautiful, Kate.’ He lifted her blouse free and threw it onto a chair. Guiding her arms down, he held her wrists to her sides for a moment, his pressure accenting his desire for her stillness with a mischievous smile that made her feel liquid inside. Painted clearly on his face, she could see his self-discipline was struggling to restrain his desire to devour her on the spot. Feeling his rigid but straining self-control was possibly the sexiest thing she had ever experienced, wrapping her in a sense of total trust and acceptance.
Cradling her face in his hands, he brushed her eyes closed with his thumbs, kissing one closed eyelid, then the other. Standing still, swaying and trying to hold her balance, she felt his breath playing over her skin as he circled her. She sensed the warmth of his body near her as he moved. Almost too gently to register at first, his hands were caressing her shoulders, back and neck. They ran over her scalp before closing her eyes again and breaking away. She heard him inhaling her, his subtle sounds creating an incendiary effect within her body. He blew a delicious stream of air from her hip to her stomach before his lips finally touched her for a moment, steadying her as her body swayed.
When she opened her eyes for a moment and looked down at him, his expression ran through her body like high-voltage electricity. Regaining her balance, she closed her eyes again, sighing through her smile as he lightly kissed her stomach again.
He continued to walk around her, his fingertips or lips barely contacting her skin, burning with every touch. His breathing! Kate had never found listening to a man’s breath so completely sexual before. She heard when it caught, listened to his sighs and his appreciative sounds of pleasurable discovery every time he elicited a response from her.
Rick was behind her, still exploring her body and reactions. He was kissing her shoulder when Kate felt a pressure release from around her chest when he unclasped her bra. Taking his time, his hands eased the straps over her shoulders, his fingers exploring her skin and her muscles underneath. The air felt wonderfully fresh on her breasts as he slid the straps down her arms. With his thumbs and fingers releasing the tension from her muscles, he caressed her shoulders and back, massaging where the straps had left faint lines on her skin. Feeling almost outside her body, she heard herself moan as her shoulder registered his lips. Unhurried, he kissed her up one side of her neck, and down the other. With her eyes still closed, she felt his lips and teeth as he worked his way across her shoulder blades, his hands steadying her as she swayed.
Opening her eyes, Kate gazed at their reflections in the blank darkness of the windows. She watched his hands and lips exploring her body from behind, his strong hands contrasting vividly against her pale skin in the low light. He followed her gaze and smiled at her in their reflected image. There she stood, naked from the waist up, seeing only appreciation and desire in his burning gaze. They both watched his hands moving over her, exploring her. She leaned back into him, his body warm and reassuring as her mind swam in waters that could not drown her, nurturing and safe.
Encouraged by her moans, he massaged one breast a little more firmly whilst lightly biting her shoulder. She felt her legs turning to jelly. I am so glad he is holding me up, Kate thought as his other arm held her fast against his body.
Rick circled around to face her. He draped her arms around his shoulders before wrapping his around her waist, lifting her to him as he bent forward to kiss her. Only when she became aware of her body’s urgent need for air did Kate realise that she was still biting and kissing his neck and shoulders, dragging him closer with all her strength. It felt like she had been holding her breath for a long time. His hands massaged her buttocks deeply, right to the wonderful fuzzy boundary between pleasure and pain, dragging her to him as they kissed again. They delighted in their explorations of each other’s bodies and minds, savouring their discoveries and responses to every new sensation.
With a highly charged grin, Rick took a step back and stripped away his shirt. He held still, letting her explore his bare chest. With her fingers and eyes, she traced the contours of his muscles, his back and his face. When he postured to tense his chest and stomach muscles for her, Kate felt her body kick and buckle with the surge of hunger that he invoked deep within her.
Still feeling outside her body, she watched herself kissing her way down his chest. She pinched his nipple hard between her lips, nearly passing out when she felt his deep moan’s resonant vibration through her lips and tongue. She watched herself reach out and unfasten his belt and pants, pushing them towards his ankles. Released, his cock bounced into view and Kate’s breath caught in her throat.
He smiled at her gaze as he stepped out of his shoes and pants, stripping his socks in seconds. Kate could only stand there and drink in his nakedness, his total maleness. He wore no aftershave or artificial scents of any kind, yet the masculine scent of his clean skin filled her senses and intoxicated her. The flickering light of the fire created deep lines of shadows that brought his muscular definition into sharp relief. His desire clearly on display, he stood with quiet confidence, relishing the lustful appreciation in her eyes, and the attention of her hands and lips as she examined and explored him.
He stopped her when she reached back for the fastenings of her skirt. ‘That’s my treat, my lady,’ he said with a smile that made her slightly dizzy. After stripping the covers from his bed in a single movement, to the accompaniment of her giggles, he scooped her up to cradle her in both arms, depositing her gently on his bed. Savouring the feel of him, Kate’s hands ran over his shoulders and back. He was on his hands and knees and kissing her throat when she reached down and felt his heavy hardness filling her hand. She grasped him tight and her body responded with another molten, visceral clench when he moaned in appreciation. Everything about him inflamed her desire.
‘I trust you, Rick. Whatever you want,’ Kate heard herself say as she lay below him. He leaned forward and nuzzled his face against hers, turning her head so his lips were right next to her ear before he whispered, ‘I want your pleasure.’ Like sparks in a hot, dry forest, his words echoed through her, further igniting her mind as her body trembled in response.
A hand slid under her shoulders, lifting her to his mouth. She felt his lips on her shoulder, working his way across her collarbone, over her upper chest, kissing, nibbling and biting her lightly. The sensations continued over her neck, his lips caressing her jawline. Letting her head fall back to the bed, she felt his lips, tongue and teeth exploring her offered throat. Moaning appreciatively, loudly, free of the need to censor herself, Kate let go. She celebrated his attention and her pleasure, acutely aware of his very male hardness, still firmly in her grasp.
They rejoiced in each other as every sensation carried them further into their own private paradise. Her eyes were still closed when he finally offered his mouth to hers, triggering something deep inside when his lips touched hers; she wanted to devour him and consume him. They kissed deeply and needfully, and they kissed gently and tenderly. When he let her shoulders back onto the bed, she giggled for a moment, having forgotten that he was still lifting her.
Kate felt him winding her hair around his hand before drawing her head gently but irresistibly sideways and back, arching her neck before his teeth and lips explored her exposed throat. With each sensation reverberating through her body, she heard herself growling and moaning in pleasure. He lifted her head, bringing her lips to his as they kissed again.
He sat up, smiling at her, clearly forming a mischievous idea in his mind’s eye. His hands slid to her shoulders, brushing from her upper arms to her hands. Taking her by the wrists, he moved her arms, laying them directly out from her body and level with her shoulders.
‘Kate, I want you to hold your arms straight out, like this, and keep them there, no matter what.’
She felt the heat of his gaze and heard the potential in his voice. Most of all, she heard his challenge. Letting her arms rest comfortably on the bed, she smiled and said, ‘Mmmm, sounds like fun.’
Kneeling at her feet, he straightened and caressed her legs, drawing her ankles together. With a hand on either foot, he massaged her feet, working his way up her calves, squeezing and caressing. Through her skirt, his fingers brushed and massaged along her thighs. He rolled his hands effortlessly under her back, and she felt the waistband of her skirt come loose. ‘Keep your arms right there, my lady,’ he said with a clear, calm voice; his words almost a hypnotic command that bypassed her will.
Damn, they moved! She watched her hands reach out, touching his beautiful smile and face before her arms returned to their outstretched position. Releasing her zipper from underneath her, she felt him take the top of her skirt and begin to peel it downwards, not allowing her to help at all. Feeling her skirt drawn from her body in such a slow, inexorable manner was a new and incendiary experience. She felt as if she was floating and watching her body from above when he repeated the same slow removal of her panties. She saw herself lying there, with him above her, experiencing the energy of their desire as a physical force, his merging with hers to surround them both.