Adam's Apple (Touch of Tantra #1) (22 page)

“Why did you even put these on?” I ask with a wink of my eye.

“Now, lift up your hips.” It’s more of a demand than a request. Kathryn willingly complies. My heart races as I ease them down her legs with anxious hands.

Her panties gone and tossed to the side, I kneel between her legs as I rub my hands down her slender thighs. She catches on quickly and parts her legs wider in invitation. I lower my hips down to hers, my cock finding her wet heat. Perching over her, I look deep into her longing eyes. I’m unable to restrain myself, and I begin rubbing my cock against her sex. She grasps my arms, diverting my attention from the moment. I fear she’s going to put an end to what we’re doing, but I still my movements anyway.

“I’ve not made love since his death,” she says, her voice only a whisper as she turns her head to the side, away from me. The shyness I see reflecting from her is the same thing I saw when I walked back into her room. She’s unsure about giving herself to me, and I can’t really blame her. “The times I’ve practiced Tantric sex, well, it was nothing more than what we did last night. Mutual touching. Nothing more.”

To say I’m ecstatic is an understatement. She hasn’t technically fucked Frenchie. I feel a true sense of relief knowing she’s not had sex with that fucker, and I’m sure my face-splitting grin clues her into my feelings.

Then a thought hits me and makes me worry about where things can go between us since her practices of sex differ so greatly from mine. Granted, I’m a fuck and run guy, but I’m willing to learn. Right now I’m a newbie on the whole Tantra business, though I loved the little taste so far.

“Are you okay with having sex outside of your of harem tent?” I hope she says yes.

“My harem tent?” She giggles sweetly. “Funny description, but the truth is I haven’t wanted to have regular sex with anyone until now. That is, if you’re willing?”

Hell yes, I’m fucking willing!
is what I want to yell, but I play it cool instead. However, I’m still a horny guy, so I start rubbing my cock against her sex again.

“I might not be up to speed on Tantra, but I’ll aim for bliss.” I grin at her after saying the word
bliss.
The very word she used when describing her goal of sex the night we met. An amused expression crosses her face. “Will that be good enough for you?”

I don’t give her time to reply as my lips crash down upon hers. I know there’s no turning back for either of us as her legs wrap around mine and her hips start thrusting up into my erection. Her wet heat slides up and down me. I close my eyes and raise my head high as the connection between us rushes through me, making me moan at the sensation. But I want more than just touching, and this morning I have other plans. So I force myself to break away as I start to venture downward toward my first goal: tasting Kathryn and having her come against my tongue.

“I want to properly thank you for last night,” I say seductively as my fingers start exploring her pussy. Her legs widen for me, and I find the sweet little spot I remember from last night, aroused and ready.

I capture a nipple in my mouth and suck on it, adding a slight scrape of my teeth. She arches her back, pushing her breast hard against my mouth. In response, I give her nipple a quick bite. Kathryn cries out, her body jerking off the bed.

Leaving her breast, I trail kisses over her stomach. Kathryn’s body moves restlessly as I stop to suck on the skin along her ribs and sides. She brings her hands to my head and weaves her fingers through my hair, pulling and playing with it. I’ve been watching her face as I work my way downward, hoping she’ll open her eyes. She finally does, and they’re a haze of desire, needy for more.

My lips find their way to her bare sex as she lies open and unashamed before me. It’s a remarkable sight. I look up into her eyes again, and she’s conveying two words to me: trust and want.

I use my fingers to part her fully, and lick her clit with my tongue. She arches farther off the bed and tugs my hair hard as I work her over. Her taste is incredible and I can’t get enough. I press my aching cock into the mattress, seeking relief at the sight of her starting to come undone. The only relief I’ll have will be when I’m buried deep inside of her.

“Has it been a long time?” I ask, half a question, half a knowing deduction.

“God, you have no idea,” she gasps. The intensity she’s feeling leaves her nearly breathless.

Determined to make this good for her, I wrap one arm around her hip and use my position to push her toward me. Her legs start to shake and tremble, so I know she’s edging closer to her release.

I pull back from her clit and gently blow over the sensitive flesh. Kathryn moans and grabs the sheets, clutching them tightly. I return to touching her clit with my tongue. Circling it. Flicking it. Then sucking it between my lips. I feel her body starting to let go as her hips start to press up in tiny thrusts.

She moves her hands back to my head and pushes me
down roughly against her sex. The woman wants more and I’m happy to oblige, so I add one more sensation to the mix.

My fingers.

I plunge two of them inside her and twist them forward, hoping to connect with her G-spot. I begin fucking her with my fingers, and it’s then that she screams out and succumbs to her orgasm.

Her face is etched with satisfaction, or dare I say
bliss
, as she comes down from the high. It feels great being the man who put that look on her lovely face.

I kiss my way back up her beautiful body and wait for her breathing to return to normal.

“God, Kingsley.” She’s laughing now, so very similar to my uncontrollable laughter last night.

“I love hearing you say
God
and my name together. But I’d prefer you screamed Adam instead.” I tease her, only making her laugh more. Though I wonder what it will take to get her call me by my first name.

“Hmm, I’ll take that under consideration. Come here, you.” She reaches out to me, and I partially collapse on her and roll us over onto our sides. We’re facing each other now, and she’s smiling in contentment at me. “That was, well, spectacular might come close, but I would say a definite top ten for me.”

“Not a top three, though. So I have room for improvement?” We laugh for a second at my silly joke. Staring into each other’s eyes, I stroke her hair. Kathryn brings her lips up to mine and begins to kiss me, slowly and sweetly. I feel her hand wander toward my cock, and I am growing harder in anticipation of her touch.

When she wraps her hand around me, I close my eyes and lose myself in the sensation, relishing the feeling of her hand. Then something begins to tickle my stomach. I open my eyes and realize where she’s heading. I guessed right, as her mouth draws me in. She places a hand on my stomach and pushes me onto my back.

Now that I’m lying flat, she has a better angle and can take my cock into her mouth deeper. She curls her hand around the base and works it in an opposite rhythm of her mouth. The feeling is unbelievable.

I’m itching to run my fingers through her hair, grab onto her head, and help her move faster up and down. I refrain and grab ahold of the sheets instead. She’s not like the other women who’ve given me head, so I’ll let her be in charge, even if it fucking kills me.

Kathryn’s mouth and hands move faster, and she adds her tongue, giving the tip of my dick a little swirl as she pulls up. Damn, she’s good. A fucking expert, and I know I’m not far away from coming, but I’d prefer being inside of her when I do.

As if she was reading my mind, she pulls her mouth away from my cock and looks up at me.

“Stay there,” she says to me, her lips red and swollen.

“No, please, come back.” I plead with her, practically begging with my eyes. Kathryn gives me a sexy smirk and pats my leg, but doesn’t return to my now-throbbing dick. I throw my arms over my head in frustration, wondering if this woman will be the death of me.

“Condom,” she says flippantly over her shoulder.

Fuck the damn condoms
, is what I want to say as she moves completely off the bed to open her nightstand drawer. She digs around in search of them, moving unseen objects out of the way.

“Here you go. Take your pick.” Finally, she presents an unopened box to me with a proud grin on her face.

The sight of her makes me smile. She’s standing there completely naked, looking like some beautiful sex goddess as she hands the box to me. I suppose she thinks I’m the expert, and she’s likely correct. I have to laugh at the ridiculousness of our situation. I usually go through a box of these in a month, but I’m wondering if the box she gave me is expired.

Once I peel back the box’s lid, I see untouched foil packs perfectly lined up in a row. I take one out and throw the box onto the floor. I start to sit up but Kathryn climbs back on the bed and roughly pushes me back down. I look up at her in surprise.

“Put that thing on, I’m ready for a little cowgirl.” Holy shit. She’s going to ride me, and I’ll be damned if I can’t get the fucking condom on fast enough.

“So this kind of sex is okay with you?” I don’t know if cowgirl’s acceptable in Tantra, but I’m praying it’s allowed.

“I’ve heard it’s good to mix it up. I haven’t had a chance to try something different until now. And this was always my favorite.” She positions herself on top of me. She’s straddling me, her legs spread wide, and I feel the need building as I’m sheathed, fully erect, and waiting.

I begin to speak, but she intercepts me. “Hush, I’ve got a cock to ride.”

Fuck me! Dirty talk? Now she’s even the woman of my wet dreams.

She peers wickedly at me while she places my cock at her opening. I slip inside of her as she lowers herself down the length of me. Damn, she feels so good and as tight as hell. After all, it’s been a couple of years for her. I feel her clenching muscles, and I moan as she circles her hips and grinds around me.

I need more contact with her so I bring my hands up to her breasts, rubbing my thumbs across her nipples. I cup the weight of them in the palm of my hand. I want to reach up and take a nipple in my mouth, but her hands are placed on my chest for leverage and I’m not about to fuck with that.

Instead I watch as the she rides me with abandon, and I’ll be damned if it isn’t the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Her hooded eyes are filled with desire as she looks down at me. I have no idea how long I’m going to last, and I fear my stamina will be embarrassingly short.

Kathryn starts really rocking against me. A sweet pace is set as she does. I try to meet her movements, a rhythm between us beginning.

As we continue staring into each other eyes, something deep passes between us. I have no idea what this feeling might be called; I’ve never felt anything like it before. But it’s profound and makes me want to hold on to her tightly and never let go.

Kathryn draws me back into the moment with a deep drop of her hips. My need to let go starts to build. I don’t know how close she is yet, but I sure as hell want her coming with me. The thought of her clenching around me when she climaxes makes me almost lose control.

I feel down where we are connected together with my fingers. I lift my head higher and see my dick sliding in and out of her. It’s almost too much; I feel my balls starting to tighten up. I hold off the feeling as best I can while rubbing her clit with the tips of my fingers. She jumps as I begin to press against her harder, rubbing faster.

Kathryn leans back a little, giving me better access to her. What she does next makes me come undone. She begins to play with her own nipples, elongating them, pinching, and pulling them. Fuck, I’ve never seen anything sexier. Nothing compares to watching her toy with herself.

“Damn, Kathryn. Do you have any idea how much you’re turning me on?” I practically moan my words as real moans start to follow. I simply can’t control them any longer.

I feel her muscles close in tighter around me. Kathryn’s pushing harder against me in her movements, too. I hope she’s close because I’m seconds away. When she throws her head back and begins to scream, I push up into her with all my might. Finally finding my release with her. My muscles start tensing as I spill into the condom. The strength of my orgasm is nothing like I’ve experienced before, and my mind goes blank.

Kathryn collapses on top of me, both of us totally spent. Our breathing, ragged and deep. I push her hair out of the way and gently glide my fingers along the skin of her back.
She’s so soft and delicate and shivers under my touch. Even after our shattering orgasms, a simple touch from me can affect her. A fact I like that a lot.

“Kathryn, I…” I’m uncertain how to continue as words fail me. A large part of me wants to know how she feels. Was it the same for her, too?

“I don’t have words either yet. Maybe it’s because I haven’t had sex like this in years, but…” Her voice sounds funny, maybe even a little choked up. I feel wetness on my chest next to where her face is. I lift her head up with my hands and see that she’s crying. Her tears kill me, the deep emotions I feel from seeing them cloud her eyes are unparalleled for me. I’ve never experienced this level of concern or feeling for another human being in my adult life.

“Kathryn, beautiful, what is wrong? Did I do something?” I say, my voice filled with concern.

“I’m fine, really,” she says sniffling. I’m not convinced she’s telling me the truth. Actually, she’s telling me nothing at all.

“Something made you cry?” I hate to pry it out of her, but I can’t stand not knowing. I’m concerned I might have something to do with her tears. “Please talk to me.”

“I feel that after two years, I’ve completely moved on from his death. Us, being together, and making love, gives me that feeling. My tears are more from relief. I’m definitely not sad. Just the opposite, in fact.” She rises up off my chest and looks down at me with a contented look in her eyes. Our faces are only inches apart, and I can see that her tears are gone.

But I’m at a loss with no idea what to say back to her.
Glad you’re over your dead husband
doesn’t seem like the right response. The truth is she was married to a man she deeply loved; who I’m certain loved her, too. What fool wouldn’t? She watched him die tragically, and people don’t get over heartbreak like that easily. She’s waited two long years to make love to someone, or in this case let
me
make love to her. I just don’t know how I ended up being the lucky bastard she chose.

“I understand losing someone you love.” I finally respond. Kathryn eyes me, likely wanting to know more about my loss. But I’ll save that for another time, if ever. “There’s no pain like it.”

“Thanks, Kingsley. I’m sorry to dampen the mood. What we just shared was wonderful. I wouldn’t change a thing.” She leans down toward me and kisses me quickly on the lips. “Especially those last two orgasms. You’re really rather talented.”

“Oh contraire, beautiful. That mouth of yours. Then your tongue.” I feel myself getting hard at the memory, and shit, I realize I still have the fucking condom on. She’s had me so damned mesmerized, I hadn’t given it a thought or noticed. Normally, that damn thing is off the second after I come.

“Hey, I need to take care of a little something.” I point toward my dick. Though she’s lying on top of me and can probably feel me getting hard anyway. She lifts up and looks down at my half-mast erection.

“
Oh
, that.” I can tell from the surprise in her voice she knows what I’m talking about now.

“Yes,
that,
” I laugh. “Maybe a shower, too?”

It’s getting late, and I barely have enough time to get ready before Eddie arrives. Although I don’t want her to think I’m dashing out too quickly. God knows I’d rather stay in bed with her all day. The thought is very tempting, but I have to head into the office.

“I think that’s a great idea,” she says while handing me some tissues off the nightstand.

I discreetly remove the condom. God I hate those fucking things, but I’ve never been a one-woman man, and the women I fuck are pretty much tramps. So it’s been my official coat of armor for years. That said, I’d love to be with Kathryn without one. Feeling her with nothing in the way, damn, I can’t even imagine it.

“So what would it take to
not
use condoms?” I know I’m sticking my neck out asking her. I lift myself off the bed and follow behind her as we head to the shower.

“Well, the burden of proof is on you. I’ve been a good girl for two years. I doubt you’ve been
a good boy for two days.” She’s talking over her shoulder as I trail behind her sweet ass.

“I’ll work on that. The burden of proof, that is.” I start to make a list in my mind of what I need to do to prove I’m clean. “Would an official letter from my doctor be enough?”

“You’re serious, aren’t you?” Standing in front of the glass shower, Kathryn turns toward me with her hands on her hips and a skeptical look on her face. I’m a bit distracted by the fact there isn’t a stitch of clothing covering her delectable body.

“You sure make it hard for a man to concentrate.” I gaze up and down her body. “But yes, I’m totally serious. What would it take?”

“For starters, I’m not going to even consider it for now.” My hopes crash to the ground, but I can’t blame her. She has no reason to trust me. “Second, I don’t think a man like you can change your ways so quickly. You know, the old leopard can’t change his spots thing. You were so cocky the other night and even left with Lizze.”

I wince. Fuck, hearing her say that name stings. I did make a gigantic mistake with Lizzie, and probably scores of others, too. What’s going on with Kathryn is night and day from what I’ve had with all the others, every last one of them. But she’s right, there’s no reason for her to trust me yet. It’s a sobering fact.

“What if I’ve changed? It can happen, right?”

“Let’s just say we’re in a holding pattern. I’ll need more than a few days of monogamy to believe you’re able to stop screwing around.” There’s something in her eyes. I see a woman who wants to believe but is too leery to hope for what seems out of my character.

She enters the shower and turns on the water. I step in right behind her.  Kathryn stands under the water and the spray cascades down her body. I have to practically put my hands behind my back to keep from touching her. My cock disobeys as usual and stands at attention. Fucking traitor.

Kathryn pours some shampoo onto her palm and hands the bottle to me so I can use it. I join in and we both get the lather going, but it’s too damn quiet for my liking, so I speak up.

“Can I finish washing your hair?” I can no longer keep my hands to myself. It’s a losing battle, and massaging the shampoo into her hair is safe. At least my hands are busy.

She nods and I begin to gently rub circles against her scalp. She remains still, not moving a muscle as I continue. Kathryn turns to face me while tipping her head under the streaming water to rinse out the suds. She raises her hands to her head and weaves her fingers through the strands, attempting to rinse out the last of shampoo.

With her hands placed on top of her head, her breasts lift higher, making them stick out closer to me, and my control slips. I finally reach out to touch and cup them. My thumb and fingers begin pulling on her wet, hard nipples.

She slides her hands up my arms. Her fingers find mine as she takes my hands in hers. I’m not sure what to make of her actions. Is she trying to stop me from touching her? If she is, I may have to protest.

“Hold me, Kingsley,” she whispers so softly I barely hear her above the sound of the water splashing against the tiles.

I comply willingly and encircle my arms around her. We stand there under the spray for a long time until she finally looks up at me, her eyes searching my face. For what I don’t know.

“Do you think you can really stop sleeping around?” Her words are more like her wish for me, one that I want to fulfill.

“Yes,” I say without a second of hesitation, because I know it’s true. I don’t want to be with anyone else but her. The feeling is remarkable, and nothing I would have ever expected. But I have to ask myself a question: Can a player’s ways really die that quickly?

It’s surprising to me, but I think that part of me died and was buried over the last few days. The thought of having sex with anyone but Kathryn seems wrong and abhorrent to me.

“I may need to alert the
New York Times
with an official death notice. You’ve killed the manwhore in me.” We both laugh, but what I said couldn’t be more true.

She looks up at me. “Yes, I’m deadly.” She throws back her head and giggles, and damn I love the sound.

“Yes, you are. At least to me; however, it’s been the sweetest death.” Cupping her jaw, I bend down and kiss her with all I have in me. Making sure she knows I mean what I said.

She detaches her lips from mine and smiles sweetly at me, and I swear my heart melts more for this beautiful woman. She turns off the shower’s faucet
and goes through the same routine of gathering us towels as last night. I could really get used to us showering together.

“Are you a coffee drinker?” I watch as she rubs the water off her body and yes, my damn cock is hard again.

“Yes, I’ve been one since my days at MIT.” I stand close to her with my towel wrapped around my waist.

Kathryn walks to a closed door on the bathroom’s far wall, opens it and enters. It’s a nicely sized walk-in closet, and I stand at the opening, watching her pull out silk black panties and a matching bra.

“I’ll brew some then.” She’s pulls a pair of dark-colored jeans up her legs as she’s facing away from me. I love watching her wiggle that sweet ass into them. I also love how they fit her so snuggly, highlighting all her curves. She slips on a gray T-shirt and turns around toward me.

“Thanks, I could really use some before I head out into the jungle. I should get dressed, too. My driver, Eddie, is picking me up at nine thirty.” Kathryn looks up at me surprised. I know I’m cutting it close, but I’ll make it. I always do.

“You better hurry,” she says and flies past me like she’s running a race. “Good thing I have one of those quick brew makers.”

I return to the guest room and slip on my clothes from yesterday. I have a few spare suits, shirts, and boxers at the office. But I have to laugh that I’m doing the walk of shame today.

Once dressed with my cell phone in hand, I head to the kitchen, the smell of freshly brewed coffee leading the way. Kathryn’s at the counter slicing up a bagel, then pops it into the toaster. She sees me out of the corner of her eye and turns to me with a welcoming smile.

“Let me pour you a cup. I have a to-go mug here, too.” She scurries around preparing a cup for me. “How do you like it?”

“A splash of milk with a scoop of sugar. And thanks.”

There are a couple barstools on the other side of the granite countertop. I sit on the one closest to me and turn on my phone. The battery is nearly drained, but I’m able to scroll through a few emails. From what I read, Mrs. Carter has cleared my calendar for the day and Peters will be at my office at ten thirty as requested.

But damn, how I wish I could stay here with Kathryn. I’m tempted to text Eddie and tell him to turn the car around and forget picking me up, but I can’t slack on my duties today. One good thing, though, it’s Friday, which means we have the weekend ahead of us. The thought lifts my mood considerably.

“So, Kathryn, do you have any plans for the weekend?” My question comes out more timid than I meant it to be. I’m right back in high school again, before I realized I didn’t need to ask a woman for anything. They found their way to me.

Kathryn hands me a coffee cup before she answers. “Thanks, it smells great.” I begin sipping from the cup, and it tastes as good as it smells.

“You’re welcome. Did you have something in mind for the weekend?” Kathryn plays coy, but it’s clear she’s trying to pump information out of me.

“Yes, I have something in mind.” I wink, and she smiles knowingly. “I’m not sure if I can do anything in public, though, so I may have to resort to private activities.”

I grab my coffee, rise off the stool as I stuff my phone in my pants pocket, and walk toward her. I wrap my free arm around her, drawing her tight against my body. I bend down so my lips are next to her ear.

“Here’s what I want to do this weekend.” She stills in my arms. I have her full attention now. “Have you teach me all about Tantra. A hands-on demonstration in your harem tent. What do you say?”

She leans her head away from me, and I see a sexy smirk on her face. Everything about her tells me she’s okay with my idea.

“Do you think you can handle it? It could mean hours and hours of lessons and practice to get it right.” Kathryn is toying with the lapel of my suit coat. Running her fingers under it like she did the night we met at the bar.

“Hours of practice?” I ask, teasingly, giving her a knowing smirk.

“Yes, hours of me touching you and you touching me. Clothes are left outside the door, too.” She presses herself against my erection. Just the thought of hours alone with a naked Kathryn has me hard and ready to go. It’s become a constant side effect when I’m near this woman.

“I think you can feel my answer,” I say with a little chuckle. She boldly reaches between our bodies and palms my cock, her fingers wrapping around me through my pants, right here in her damn kitchen with a coffee in my hand, and Eddie likely waiting for my horny ass downstairs.

“You do seem like a willing student, and I’ll promise to be a very thorough teacher.” There’s no missing the devilish twinkle in her eye.

“God, you’re driving me mad,” I say with a sigh, but it’s practically a groan. It’s true, my need for her is maddening. “I wish I could stay here and get started on your lessons, but Eddie is waiting outside for me by now.

“Okay, I’ll get started on my lesson plans. There’s so much I want to teach you.” Her eyes get a faraway look in them, and I can only imagine what she’s dreaming about. She leads me to the front door, and I’m saddened knowing our time together, for now, is about to end.

“Maybe I can see you tonight. I’ll give you a call later.” I stop myself when I realize I don’t even have her phone number. What an idiot. “But I’ll need your number first."

I open up my phone and thankfully it hasn’t turned off yet. I pull up my phone’s contact screen and add Kathryn as a new contact. I punch in her name as “Beautiful.” I hand the phone over to her after the keypad appears.