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Ethan
Control. Control. That was the drumbeat throbbing in my mind as I kissed her. She was letting herself be vulnerable, and it was fucking miraculous. So courageous on her part. Heroic, even. And now, somehow, I had to live up to my bullshit hype, and be worthy of her. I had to lead.
Fuck. It scared me out of my wits. This was a huge responsibility. Put alongside the fact that I’d never been this turned on in my entire life. I’d had a whole lot of sex, with many women, but I’d never interacted on this level with them. Live wires, twined, sparking wildly. Naked souls, touching. Charged with emotion, bright with potential.
God, she was beautiful. Slim, but muscular, so strong and sexy, my greedy hands wanted to wander over every inch of her. But it was too soon. I had to keep it exquisitely delicate. A first-kiss-after Sunday-school kind of vibe, to start with. Tough to pull off, when we were both stark naked. But it was too soon for hot carnal lust.
I fought for control as I savored the flower-petal texture of her lips against mine, not groping for anything more than that. And reality shifted, perceptions upended, and suddenly her lips were my whole world. Her lips were my whole universe. I could have kissed her forever and died satisfied. I stroked her back, let my fingers slide through her satiny hair, losing myself utterly in that kiss, as if I were Sleeping Beauty, and she had come to wake me up. And once my eyes had opened, nothing would ever be the same.
I had done this to myself. By getting her to let her guard down, I had dismantled my own, and I was startled by how naked I felt. How armored I had been. Who knew.
Ironically, it was Kat who made the move that pushed our kiss from the chaste and reverent to the erotic. She cupped my head in her hands, slid her tongue into my mouth, and suddenly we were making love with our mouths, tongues dancing. I drew energy and heat and wild sweetness from that miraculous fountain of her lips.
She shifted in my arms, clambering over me so that she faced me, straddling me. The chair was more than wide enough. My dick throbbed with eagerness, in contact with her beautiful ass, but she rose up, a secret little smile on her lips, so that her plump tits were at mouth level. She leaned forward. “Taste me,” she whispered.
I seized her and buried my face in her breasts. Fucking perfect. Springy, soft, velvety smooth, the tight little nub of her nipple teasing my lips. I rubbed my face over it, cupping and caressing, sucking her breast into my mouth, swirling with my tongue, holding her steady as she arched and moaned, head flung back.
My hand slid lower as I suckled her, and I let myself go, letting instinct guide me as I stroked between her legs, petting that little triangle of hair, and then below it, oh yeah. Slick, sticky, tender. She was so wet, so hot, so heightened. She moved eagerly over my hand, and I let her body tell me where she wanted the touch, how much, how deep. My thumb, circling her clit, my two fingers slowly thrusting into her pussy, petting and dragging and stroking. So tight, so hot. It scalded me, clutching my fingers.
She moved as if she were on my dick, and I practically came right there. That sexy, wanton, undulating dance. The miraculous trust. She was allowing me to please her. This was my job description now. Kat Banner’s sex toy. I needed no more self-definition than that.
She was moving faster now, and my fingers loved fucking her so much, they were about to come, too. They were slippery and hot, and I wanted to suck them clean, I couldn’t wait to taste her lube. The aroma made me crazy. Hot, rich, flowers, sea. Woman. Strong, earthy, life. I grabbed her with my other arm, holding her tight as she came. Crying out, clenching, milking my fingers.
I don’t know how I managed not to explode under her. I savored those endless little pulsing clenches around my fingers that just went on and on.
Finally, she sank down, and hid her face against my shoulder, panting.
No rush. I promised I’d be in control. I had this. After a timeless moment of just holding her, breathing with her, she lifted her head, and stared into my eyes.
“You ready?” she asked.
I didn’t trust my voice, but I nodded.
“Good,” she whispered, reaching down to grab my cock. I jerked, gasping.
“Did I hurt you?” she asked. “Did I squeeze too hard?”
“God, no. I’m just…really turned on.”
“Good,” she murmured. “Then I’ve got you right where I want you.”
I reached down to the side of the cushion, where I had sneakily stashed a condom, just in case. I presented it to her. She gave me an approving smile and ripped it open with aplomb, rolling it over me with a bold, tight, caressing swirl of her hand.
She gripped me, swaying over me. Anointing my cockhead with her slick balm. Kissing me with her tight, juicy pussy…and then nudging me deeper.
She took me slowly inside her clinging depths, swaying forward to kiss me.
“Shall we dance?” she whispered.
CHAPTER12
Kat
It was the look in his eyes that did it. It went right through me. He saw the real me, the one I barely saw myself, I’d buried it so deep behind the sandbags and barricades and coils of razor wire. It felt strange to be seen. A spotlight on me, when I was used to darkness. Used to staring out an artillery slit in an armored tank.
Now here I was, not just seen, not just naked, but riding his gorgeous dick, with wild, wanton abandon. He clutched my ass, lifting me, pumping his thick, hard cock up deeply as he gave me that look…as if he was afraid to be seen, too, but he had no choice but to reveal himself to me.
There was nothing more exciting than that. My pussy clenched greedily around him, squeezing, fluttering with wave after wave of shimmering sensation, already like an orgasm. My whole body welcomed him, the field beyond my body as well. I was conscious of whole new realms of existence where he and I were linked, where there was no time, where I had no limits, where no roles were imposed on us. What had happened to me, to my family—it had not broken me. It did not limit me, it had not damaged my core self, and that was the person he was making love to. She was a creature I barely recognized. Free, wild, powerful. Unashamed and unafraid. Exploding with power, and wild joy.
