Blood in the Water (Kairos) (21 page)

“You remember where it is?”

“Yeah, I do.”

She felt his body easing away from hers.  Even though she felt like she might melt into a puddle on the floor, she groaned in disappointment as his cock slipped free of her body.  She didn’t miss that Paul made a similar sound of dismay.  It was definitely too cool to be hanging around naked in the hallway, the cooling sheen of sweat on her skin reducing the temperature by another couple of degrees.  She kissed Paul, who looked visibly shell-shocked, on the cheek, and walked as steadily as she could to the bedroom; leaving her clothes in the hallway, still wearing her thong.

Giddy was the only word she could think of to describe her excitement at the sight of his huge bed.  She wanted to spend a lot of time in it.  There was something decadently sumptuous about the high brown leather headboard, and compared to hers, it was large enough to almost be classed as its own continent.

She left her wisp of underwear on the floor, clambered in beneath the pillowy comforter and settled herself to wait, surrounded by the scent of him mingled with that of fresh laundry.  After that night at the creek when he’d worked magic with his talented fingers, she had known she was in for a treat, but she hadn’t expected this.  She’d never experienced this level of intensity before.  He was only the third man that she’d ever been intimate with, although she wouldn’t have classed herself as inexperienced, but she hadn’t even known that passion like this existed, much less thought she would ever experience it.  She felt replete and maybe a little sore, but she wasn’t going to let that hold her back tonight.  It was just the effects of their frantic coupling after a long period of neglect.  It would ease with a little attention.

Paul entered the room carrying two glasses of water.  He was still fully clothed and looked for all the world like he’d walked straight out of the clubhouse.  He handed one of the glasses to Ashleigh, and she drank it gratefully.  The water tasted like the freshest ever, in the way that usually only did when she was suffering from a severe hangover.  Paul placed his own glass on the nightstand and set about getting naked and joining her in the bed.  Ashleigh had to concentrate as he stripped because she nearly dropped the glass a time or two.

She was just finishing her drink when he slid under the comforter beside her.  The motion of the bed moving jogged her hand and some of the condensation dripped off her glass and onto her breast.  The cold water on her flushed skin made her gasp.  She looked up to find Paul watching the bead of water avidly as it rolled across her skin.  The look in his eyes made her wonder if this was what it was like to be the steak at feeding time at the zoo.  He took the glass from her and reached past her, leaning over her, to place it on the nightstand behind her. 

He didn’t return to his side of the bed, instead he dropped his head so that he could lick the water from her skin.  His tongue rasping over her skin revived the charge in her blood.  He took her nipple between his lips and sucked hard, grazing it with his teeth.  Ashleigh cried out and clutched him to her as he paid the same attention to her other breast until she was writhing against the pillows.

Her higher brain exited the building again, leaving her only the comprehension of her most basic senses as Paul kissed his way down her body.  His mouth was urgent against her most tender skin.  Ashleigh threw her arms over her head and grasped a pillow before she tried to smother him with her own body.  She closed her eyes and rode the building sensations that crashed through her.  She was close, so close, so close, and then she was alone and he was no longer touching her.  She’d barely opened her eyes to find out what the fuck had happened when she felt him pulling her hips into his lap.  When she did look, he was kneeling between her thighs; he’d hooked her legs over his and was positioning his latex-wrapped cock at her entrance.  He pulled her sharply onto his steel shaft, impaling her hard and deep.

She reached out to him, not knowing what it as she was reaching for but knowing that she needed something more solid than the pillow to anchor her to this realm.  He held out one of his hands and she grasped it with both of hers.  The sight of the muscles in his forearm flexing and shifting had her grinding against him.  His other hand was wrapped around her hip, steadying her body and moving it at the same time as he drove over and over into her willing flesh, hitting somewhere magical inside her.

He dropped his eyes and she knew he was watching his body disappearing into her hers.  Imagining what that looked like was almost enough to tip her over the edge, but the light in his eyes when he returned his gaze to hers, seeing that feral gleam, knowing it was the effect she had on him, that was what brought her to another screaming climax.  As quickly as it came, she was building again as he sped up his tempo.  Her entire sex felt swollen and bruised in the most delicious way and was oversensitive to the point where pleasure was almost pain and pain was definitely pleasure.  Her second orgasm overtook them both; Paul came with deep, brutal thrusts and an animal yell.  Ashleigh couldn’t contain her own answering moan of primal satisfaction.

Paul dropped over her, onto her.  She reveled in the weight of his body, just about ready to start purring with contentment.  As soon as he recovered the use of his limbs, which was a damn sight quicker than she had, he rolled over to one side to keep from crushing her.  It seemed that neither of them was able to keep from touching the other.  Physical contact took the place of the words that they couldn’t yet form.  Paul’s arm lingered across her stomach and Ashleigh traced her fingertips over the ridges of the muscles and tendons along his arm. 

Paul stirred to dispose of the condom, and to reach for the comforter that was bunched at the end of the bed and to draw it up over them.  He slipped his arm under her head, and Ashleigh allowed herself to be pulled onto his chest.  She had never felt more safe, cocooned in the warmth and scent of their bodies.  She fell into a deep sleep, lulled by the steady thump of his heart.

~o0o~

When Ashleigh woke she realized that neither of them had gotten around to closing the curtains at the bedroom window.  She couldn’t quite see the sky through the canopy of the trees surrounding the house, but she could tell that dawn was only just starting to break.  Paul was still fast asleep, completely relaxed and breathing deeply.  She had woken in the position she’d fallen asleep in the night before, still cradled against his chest.

She slid out of his embrace and out of the bed which, mammoth as it was, appeared normal sized when filled with his equally large body.  She made use of the small bathroom which was attached to the bedroom, but instead of returning immediately to the bed, she went to the window.  She didn’t bother with the curtains; she knew that Paul would need to be up and on his way soon.  In fact, if he didn’t rouse soon as the room lightened, she was going to have to wake him.  She knew that if she climbed back in beside him that she wouldn’t stir him and would probably end up asleep again herself, and then they’d both be in trouble for him missing the meet for the run.

She caught sight of frogs and an opossum moving through the undergrowth and spotted bats wheeling against the lightening sky as they returned to their roosts.  She felt a little privileged to witness the animals going about their early morning routine, completely ignorant of her spying.  The house and its location were simple, peaceful and quiet.  She savored the feeling of being completely removed from civilization.

When she turned back to the bed, Paul was awake and sitting propped up against the headboard watching her.  The heat in his eyes made her aware that she’d forgotten that she was naked.

“Get that splendid ass back in here, beauty.”

She smiled, perfectly at ease.  “You haven’t got time, baby.  You need to get goin’.”

He raised an eyebrow.  “Join me in the shower, then?”

“Sure.”

He threw the cover back and her recently rediscovered power of speech deserted her again.  He was quite simply magnificent.  The defined musculature that was his whole body spoke to serious time served in the gym.  He hadn’t missed that she was staring, damn near drooling if she was honest with herself.  He was standing by the door that led to the bathroom, waiting for her, his fists on his hips, completely unselfconscious.  She hadn’t missed his cock which had been filling out since he’d left the bed and was now curving up towards his stomach.

It took every ounce of control that she had to walk past him into the bathroom.  His smirk told her that he knew precisely what effect he was having on her, although she supposed that having screamed herself hoarse the night before was somewhat of an indicator, too. 

He followed her in and tinkered with the shower controls until the water was warm, and held the curtain aside for her.  He stepped in after her, joining her under the soothing spray.  Watching the water run in silvered streams over the expanse of olive-toned skin immediately became her new favorite thing to do.  She didn’t attempt to soak her hair properly.  There was little point.  A man who shaved his scalp smooth wasn’t going to have shampoo and conditioner handy.

Paul snagged the soap first and began to wash her, smoothing his slick hands over every inch of her body.  By the time he was done she was breathless and her blood was zinging through her veins.  Before he could get extracurricular she caught hold of his wrists and took the soap from him.  She made the most of this brief opportunity to explore and familiarize herself with his body, all the time wishing that they had hours to linger, but knowing that this wouldn’t be the last chance she had to do this.

She left his cock ‘til last, and by the time she wrapped her fingers around it, Paul was breathing like he’d run a mile.  She worked him with soap-slippery hands, batting away all his attempts to touch her.

“Let me touch you, beauty.”  His voice was raspy, virtually a touch in itself.

“No, this is all for you. I know the rule about runs.  I want you to remember what it is you’re comin’ back to.”

“Beauty, there’s no chance I’d forget.”

Now he knew her agenda he relaxed into her touch.  She stood close, steadying herself with one hand on his shoulder.  He was framing her between his arms, his palms flat on the tile as he leaned against it.  She slid her other hand up and down his shaft, faster and faster, watching as it twitched and pulsed against her ministrations.  She felt the muscles in his chest tighten half a moment before his seed shot from him.  When she turned her face back up to his, he caught her lips in a consuming kiss until the water began to run cool.

They stumbled out of the shower and Paul grabbed two towels, handing one to her before beginning to dry himself.  Ashleigh blotted the moisture from her skin, then wrapped the towel around her, tucking it under her arms, and went to hunt down her clothes.  She found them where she’d flung them the night before in the hallway.  She carried them back to the bedroom in a crumpled pile and found that Paul had finished dressing.

While her hands were still full, he caught her for a kiss, cradling her head in his palm.  He pulled back before she decided that he didn’t really need to go on that run at all.

“I can manage scrambled eggs and toast without settin’ anythin’ on fire.  See you in the kitchen?”

“Sure thing.”

He laid a brief kiss on her cheek, the safe option, all things considered, and left the room.  Ashleigh dressed in the previous day’s clothes, but rolled the belt up and carried it with her, leaving her peasant-style shirt loose.  It didn’t matter what she did.  There would be patches waiting at the clubhouse by the time they got there, and they’d know she hadn’t been home.

Paul had been busy in the kitchen.  By the time she got there, there was a cup of coffee waiting for her and he was just tipping the eggs out of the frying pan onto their plates.  They ate quickly, mindful of the time, and Ashleigh washed as Paul dried the few pots they’d used and returned them to their rightful places.

Ashleigh patted her back pocket to make sure that her keys hadn’t fallen out and glanced at her phone to find the time.  “You’re going to have to go or they’ll be waitin’ on you.”

Paul seemed surprised.  “You don’t wanna talk first?”

“We don’t need to badly enough to make you late.  We can talk when you get back.”  Ashleigh had a feeling they were on the same page, but there might be some fine print that needed clarification.

“Probably shouldn’t be anywhere with a bed.”  Paul suggested.

“I’m not sure that’ll make a difference, baby.”