Chapter Twenty-Four: Part One
(R18+ Sex)
Kate landed on Rick’s shoulder, feeling a firm slap on her bum that accented his intentions. ‘As you wish, my lady. I happen to be in the right mood for some fun.’
Kate sighed loudly and said, ‘Take me away, Ricky.’
She felt his breath catch. Already wrapped in his arms, he set her down and kissed her deeply. The next moment, she was back over his shoulder and headed towards the cabin again. Her hand rested on his arse, feeling his muscles working. Every muscular ripple and twitch as he walked caused her to quiver deep inside.
Rick set Kate down in front of the en suite door before disappearing into the guest bathroom himself. As soon as she opened the door, he walked in. Grinning, he wordlessly stripped her clothing from her before leading her by the hand into the huge shower space. Kate giggled at the speed with which he shed his clothes as he stripped himself naked. Rick started the shower and rinsed them both with warm water. Kate smiled as she looked at him, her face set with wicked intent.
‘Yes?’ he asked.
She said, ‘Out there, I am yours. In here, you’re mine.’ She pushed him backwards with one hand, sitting him on a long wet-bench in the shower space. Squirting a measure of body wash onto a loofa, she started exploring and caring for her lover. She felt herself grounding and relaxing as she massaged deeply into his muscles, taking her time as her mind ran ahead to the edge of the mental space that she craved to revisit. Once she had scrubbed every part of his skin clean, she stood him up and rinsed the last of the suds from his freshly polished body before sitting him back down. Kate placed the showerhead back on its mount and knelt between Rick’s knees on a long cushion of waterproof marine foam. Using her hands and mouth, she took him right to the edge and held him there for a while before she slowed and backed off; pinching his nipple firmly when he groaned in complaint.
Rick chuckled, ‘Mmmmm, you are so going to pay for that, my lady.’
‘I’m counting on it,’ she grinned.
‘My turn. Sit here,’ he said as he stood, patting the wet bench where he had been sitting.
Kate loved and hated that her body did what he asked without consulting her. No matter how much she could have tried to fight his instruction, his voice and her libido seemed to have a private agreement. He adjusted the warm water to a mere sprinkle over her body and lay her out straight on the wet bench. Just as she had done to him, he started with her foot, carefully washing and massaging his way up her leg. She celebrated his close attention, feeling as though he was scrubbing away the energetic detritus of the last six months. She sighed contentedly as he started on her other foot. Kate experienced mixed feelings of disappointment when he finished rubbing a part of her body, and exultation as he started washing and massaging a new area.
When he had scrubbed and rinsed every centimetre of her body, he sat her on the cushion in front of him and shampooed her hair in a private ritual that they both loved. Rinsing her clean, he kissed and nibbled her wet neck, electrifying her. Standing behind her, he lifted her to her feet and started caressing her shoulders and neck, letting his hands widen with each sweep until he was holding her against his body with one arm, one hand cupping her breast, and the other massaging every part of her he could reach. Kate let herself rest back against him and felt his hard cock pressing into the bottom of her lower back.
Just as her hand automatically closed around him, she felt her legs go weak. ‘Oh God, Rick!’ His fingers were massaging her pussy, his other hand still holding her close against his body. She started to shake and he chuckled, taking her close to the edge before slowing and lessening his pressure until she knew he intended to leave her hanging in the same state that she had left him.
‘You are cruel sometimes, my lord, and God I love it!’ He rewarded her by taking her close to the edge again with his mouth, the warm water of the shower still running over their bodies.
When they had dried off, Rick asked, ‘Are you comfortable?’ Their code for checking to see if a toilet break was likely to be needed in the next while.
‘All good. I want to forget the rest of the world exists. Take me away please, Ricky.’
‘As you wish, my beautiful lady.’
He took her by her hand into the bedroom, and Kate found herself folded over Rick’s knees as he sat on the edge of their bed. He started massaging her bum cheeks and tickling her back, turning her to jelly as she sighed with delight. He let his hands run softly over her back, bum and legs, accenting his fingertips now and then, squeezing and kneading her into deep relaxation. Kate found herself slipping towards sub-space in anticipation, needing to discover how deeply she could voyage into its sacred joy. She lifted and wriggled her bum a little.
The slapping pat of his palm didn’t sting, he was too good at it. Kate only felt a sensation of impact without force, warming her skin and muscles up. Never, not once, had he ever caused her actual pain. He started repeating those soft pats, alternating with more massaging over her bum and thighs. Kate felt herself lifting her bum up, pushing into his hand and demanding more. The next few almost stung and Kate breathed every sensation in as deeply and completely as she could, each outbreath a moaning sigh. God, he is so good at this.
Rick gave her four sharper spanks, her skin singing with the echoes of the sensations. He backed off to light but slightly sharper pats instead of massaging between each sharper slap, keeping the sensations more present than before. Kate felt her rational mind desert her, displaced by an intense state of arousal that took her over. Riding those sensations was her ticket to bliss. ‘Deeper, Ricky, please.’
He kissed her on her back. ‘We have all the time in the world, my love.’ He kept kissing and stroking her until he felt her relax, letting go of any need to hurry and surrendering herself to their timeless moment.
Four more smacks landed, this time using his whole hand with his fingers splayed, holding his hand firmly at the depth of each spank for a few seconds, multiplying her sensations. It probably should have hurt, but it didn’t; it was something different. Whatever it was, it thrilled and challenged her, and she wanted more. Relaxing over his knees, she let herself drape across him, her hands and feet resting on the floor.
She cried out. He had changed his angle, adding a little lifting flick with the flat of his fingers right where her thigh and bum met. He dragged a finger down her spine, their signal reminding her to breathe. Wordlessly, after a pause to see that she was riding the sensation again, he gave her five more spanks, each identical and on top of the last. Each spank burned deeper into her being. Unrequired, Kate’s rational mind floated in the corner of the room, watching her body drinking in every sensation.