Adam's Apple (Touch of Tantra #1) (20 page)

My body begins to calm and come down from its high, my cries of pleasure now faded away and replaced by another sound—an uncontrollable laughter. It’s coming from somewhere deep within me as an indescribable exhilaration courses through me from head to toe. I can’t contain this wild feeling of needing to belt out a laugh, and I don’t have the power to suppress it. Though one thing is certain—I’ve never laughed like this in my entire life. It’s completely foreign to me.

Kathryn gazes at me as I laugh like an idiot, a brilliant smile shining on her face. I look into her tear-filled eyes as we both laugh together.

I wrap my arms around her and bring her against me again, skin to skin, her full breasts pressing into me. I hold her tight and rock our bodies from side to side, trying to show her how much she means to me right now. Then I fall backward onto the mat behind me, taking both of us down in a swift move, the mat’s cushion softening our fall.

Our laughter continues for a few more seconds but then slowly subsides into occasional giggles as we lie there holding one another. I gently caress her back with the tips of my fingers, enjoying the feel of her soft skin.

But sadly, Kathryn moves away from our embrace, breaking the moment between us. She places her hands by my sides and raises herself off my stomach to straddle me. She reaches for my discarded T-shirt at the edge of the mat and uses it to clean off my stomach, the result of having the most explosive orgasm in my life. I watch her lovely breasts, ones I’m quite familiar with now, sway with every movement she makes, her hair wild around her face. When she touches my stomach and sides, my laughter starts up again.

“I thought you weren’t ticklish.” Kathryn teases me.

“Shit, I don’t know what I am right now,” I manage to say, my gut getting sore from laughing so much. I can’t seem to stop it, and frankly I don’t want to. She lies on top of me again, returning to where I want her to be. I encircle her with my arms, and an odd feeling of completeness hits me as I do. The only movement we make is the gentle shaking corresponding with my quiet laughter, although it’s more of a child-like giggle at this point.

I feel her lips kissing my neck, their touch as light as a feather. She runs her fingers through my hair and pulls on the strands. The sensations I‘m feeling from her help
s to still the laughter in me. It’s finally dying down, but the excitement from my whole experience with her remains.

“What the hell just happened to me?” I ask as she raises her head off my chest. She peers at me with smiling eyes. At least whatever the fuck I experienced makes her happy, too, but I hope she clues me in because I have no name for what transpired.

“What you went through was amazing, and I’m not fully certain I even know what was going on with you. No one I’ve worked with in Tantra has reacted to quite the same degree as you just did. It was nothing short of spectacular.” She brushes her hands over my cheeks and chastely kisses my lips. “But whatever was blocking you from opening up to others, well, I think you chased those demons away.”

“It does feel as though a weight has been lifted off me. A weight I didn’t know existed. And here I thought my life was going along just fine.” I push the hair away from her face.

“How is what I felt even possible? Seriously, I feel great, but that was some freaky shit. I sensed my gut twisting right before a heaviness hit my chest. Next thing I know I’m crying out as if, well, as if I’m dying. Then what we did after that… Touching you finally, it felt as though I’d never touched a woman before, or had one touch me. It meant something different.”

“It’s amazing what sex can be like when there is meaning behind it. How things have changed since I met the cocky Mr. Kingsley of last night.” She’s right, I’m not sure how, but I feel different right now. Those words I spoke last night, about fucking for a release, I can’t imagine saying them to her now. Not after what just happened between us.

“Don’t remind me of what I said to you. I
might
even confess to being embarrassed about ever speaking them.” I’m not ready for a full-out confession yet. I still have my pride, even if I know she’s got me wrapped around every single one of her fingers.

“It’s amazing what one intense Tantra session can do with our emotions, how tied they are to touch and intimacy. I believe there’s a life force behind the practice. I had a similar experience to yours, although nowhere near as dramatic.” She takes a deep breath before continuing, as if she’s preparing herself to go back to the night she’s describing. “At my first Tantra session, I cried a river of tears. I think the grief I’d bottled up after Jean-Paul’s death came spilling out of me. The numbness went away and left me from that moment on. I started to heal and return back to a normal life. I don’t know where I’d be if I hadn’t gone to that first session.”

“All I can say for now is wow.” I see such understanding in her eyes. “It feels as if I’ve had a bath on my insides, if that makes any sense? Likely a horrible description, but I can’t think of any better way to explain it.”

“I’ll put on my psychologist hat for a minute.” She gives me a subtle wink with a little gleam in her eyes. “You were so closed to receiving from others and giving yourself fully to them. When you finally let go and felt things you hadn’t in years, the results were mighty powerful, thus your scream. I cried tears, and you cried out instead. I admit it was painful for me to hear you in such torment, but it needed to happen. You’re better for it now.”

“And speaking of a bath,” Kathryn continues. “It’s getting late and you’ve had quite the night. From death threats to our little mind-blowing event here tonight. What do you say we head for the shower?”

“We, as in us together?” I ask with the hope of a thousand praying saints.

“Yes. Unless you have objection,” she says in a sarcastic way while she rises to her feet and steps off the mat. Once standing, she reaches for her sports bra. I’m waiting for her to put it on and cover up those luscious tits, but instead she turns to face me still bare-chested, hair cascading around her shoulders. A raven-haired temptress. God, how did I get so fucking lucky?

“Damn, woman, you’ll get no objections about sharing a shower from me.” I love how she stands before me exposed, so free and open with her beautiful body. I can’t help but wonder if the touching beneath clothes we did together was out of the norm for her. She said she’d crossed so many lines with me. “What we did tonight? Was that what you had planned? I mean the sex part?”

“Can’t say I planned it, but it felt right. Don’t you agree?” She gives me a seductive smirk while placing her hands on her hips with her breasts extending out at me. Does she know how she’s driving me wild right now?

“Of course, I agree.” No doubt, the easiest answer of my life. “There’s something between us, I’ve been feeling since we met last night. It’s like a strange pull or energy whenever you’re near me.” I want to tell her being near her like this makes my pulse race, but I don’t want to push it too far. “I thought I might take a little longer to convince you of the same.”

I’ve risen off the mat, so I’m standing directly in front of her. I bring my hands to the sides of her breasts, holding the weight of them in my palms. I look up at her, trying to gauge her feelings about what I’m doing to her, but her eyes urge me on. Her breasts are too alluring to stay away from them, and thankfully she doesn’t stop me. My thumbs and fingers flick over the tip of her nipples as she lets out a small moan of pleasure.

“You can’t stand there uncovered and expect me to keep my hands to myself.” My words are spoken softly, and Kathryn responds by throwing her head back as I continue to work my fingers over her. I bend to bring my lips to her ear and whisper to her. “You feel this thing we have, don’t you?”

I don’t wait for a reply; instead I bring her into my arms.  I cup one hand around the back of her neck while my other arm finds the small of her back. I kiss her passionately, pulling her closer. She returns my hunger by pushing her lips against mine. I close my eyes tightly, enjoying the pleasure of feeling her in my arms. The taste of her against my lips works through me, spurring me on. Who knew a kiss could have this much power behind it?

“Thank you, Kathryn.” This time I break our kiss and speak. She needs to know how much tonight means to me.
Her head rests on my chest as I weave my fingers through her hair. “Now about that shower…”

“Follow me,” she says as she moves out of my arms and turns toward the door. She peeks over her shoulder, waiting for me to follow.

“Where you lead, I’ll follow.” I chuckle to myself, knowing what I just said is the utter truth. She totally owns me. After tonight, I’ll never tease Tom about being pussy-whipped again. I think instead we should start comparing notes.

“Oh, the candles.” She begins scurrying around the room, blowing
them out. I help her by extinguishing a couple near the sound system. Since it’s still playing music, I switch it off, too.

“Thanks.” She opens the door and waits for me.

“My pleasure, beautiful,” I say with a devilish look in my eyes, and she responds with that musical giggle of hers.

I smile down at her when I arrive near her by the door. “After you, my dear.”

We walk into the hallway, and I look at the room where my clothes from today lie over the bed and wonder if I’ll be sleeping there tonight. She stops at the door to the room, too, dashing my hopes. I want to say,
what about that shower
, but decide to wait.

“Why don’t you find some clean pajamas and join me in the master bath. I’ll get the shower going.” Grinning like a loon, she shakes her head at me and rolls her eyes. I watch her walk toward her room with her sweet ass sashaying, and her hair swaying across her bare back. What a sight to behold.

“I’ll be right there,” I call after her as she disappears into her room, and truer words have never spoken. Hell or high water can’t keep me away from being alone with her in a shower. Just the thought of watching water cascade down her body revives my erection.

I remember that I left my T-shirt in the harem tent and quickly return to the room to retrieve it. Once back in the guest room, I quickly remove my pants and find a replacement pair in the dresser drawer. I don’t even bother with a shirt this time. And who gives a fuck about briefs? I could care less, so commando it is.

I decide not to get dressed before jumping into the shower. It seems pointless, so I amble my naked ass to her bedroom. I toss my pants on her bed in hopes I’ll be sleeping there tonight. I hear the water running from behind the cracked door leading to the bath. Pushing the door open, I see a breathtaking sight in front of me. Grabbing onto the door’s frame with my hands, I need the extra support at the sight of her before me.

The room is dim, but Kathryn stands in the middle of a glass-enclosed shower with a light above her head acting as a spotlight. Her body is turned to the side, so I’m at a great angle to peruse all of her curves while the water streams down them.

I’m dumbstruck by her body. Her legs are long and slender. That sweet ass I’ve been lusting after since she walked away from me at the bar last night is even more perfect than I imagined. Every flawless inch of her blows my mind and draws me across the tile floor to the shower’s edge. I press my palm up to the glass wall and watch as she turns around to me. A lazy, sexy smile makes its way across her face as she sees me standing there before her, no clothes on, and fully erect.

She moves her eyes to where my palm lies flat against the glass and brings hers to mirror mine on her side. Streams of water fall down around her hand. Slowly she turns her head back toward me and our eyes reconnect.

I’m not sure how this simple act between us could feel so intimate, but it does. Neither one of us stirs. I’m not even sure if I’m breathing at this point. The sound of the running water is the only thing filling the room, until she breaks the silence and calls to me.

“Kingsley, join me.”

I remove my hand from the wall of glass as she opens the door for me. I step into the shower, and the warm water hits my overheated flesh.

She takes me by the hand and brings me closer to her. Next she reaches for a bottle on a ledge built into the shower’s back tiled wall. Popping the container open, she tilts it upside down while I watch the contents slowly trickle into the palm of her hands. Unceremoniously, she drops the bottle beside us, out of the way. Her hands gather over my chest, running a similar path from earlier tonight, caressing me tenderly. She migrates up to my shoulders and arms. The body wash is like oil, making her fingers glide over me.

I close my eyes, unable to keep them open as the day is finally catching up with me. My body is exhausted from all the events I’ve endured, both the good and bad, and this relaxing touch of hers makes it all hit home. I think even my erection is gone which is saying a lot with this beautiful woman massaging her hands all over me.

“You’re completely exhausted.” I hear Kathryn announce as if she’s reading my mind. We seem to be so in tune with each other, she may be reading my body instead.

She kneads my shoulders, and I slump into her hands as she works the tension away.

“You’re a psychic,” I say, but my eyes remain closed because I feel as if I could curl up in her arms and sleep the night away. “Maybe it’s obvious since I’m behaving and keeping my hands to myself.”