Love Me ~ Through the Storm (10 page)

15

Kane

Friday Night

It’s been raining all day. I picked Oakley up after I visited Deb because she wanted to just hang out here at the house the rest of the day. She packed a bag and informed me she was staying the night. Not a good idea in my opinion because I’m not sure I’ll be able to control myself this time. But I can’t tell her no. My girl has a mind of her own and when she’s determined, there’s not much I can do to change it.

“Dinner was delicious, Kane. What else do you have planned for our home date?” Oakley smiles over at me. She’s been so happy today.

“I thought we would watch some movies under the blankets. I could give you a nice long back rub then we can go to bed where I hold you tight all night long.” She’ll be sleeping in my arms again. I swear there can’t be anything better than having my girl right here with me.

“That sounds almost perfect.” She rises up on her toes to kiss me.

This time, she’s in my bed not as a friend in need of someone to hold her but as mine to hold. Sleeping with her will be painful, but worth every minute. I love having her in my arms, breathing her in. I know this is barely scratching the surface of what she’s wanting, but I have to take things slow because everything is still new—at least in that “We’re a couple now” new. Besides, I want to savor everything as I introduce new things to her.

Oakley has on a tank top and the boxers of mine that she has claimed as her own. She’s standing at the foot of the bed watching me. I want her to be relaxed in my bed, like she can just jump in and make herself comfortable.

I flip the light switch, making the room go dark. The moonlight is shining through the window just bright enough to cast shadows around the room. It illuminates her skin with a milky glow. Oakley walks around to her side of the bed and turns on the bedside lamp.

Her eyes do a slow burn up and down my torso before landing right back on my own. She reaches down for the edge of her tank top and ever so slowly inches it up. I see her navel and the sexy curve of her waist. She pauses for a moment, looking me in the eye before lifting it over her head.

I swallow the lump in my throat. Fuck me. Here stands my girl in the hottest lacy black bra that has ever been made.

She drops the tank top she’s been holding throughout my perusal and waits. Is she waiting for me to make a move? I’ve wanted to ease her into the physical part of our relationship, but she’s been fighting me at every step. I only have so much restraint and she is obliterating it. She lifts her hands and lightly strokes a path I want to follow with my hands and mouth, down her neck, across her lace covered breasts to the waistband of her purloined boxers. Oakley runs her fingers along the top of the elastic band then inch by inch, pushes on the boxers to reveal a matching black lace thong and skin I’ve never been witness to before. Achingly slow, she pushes the boxers off her beautiful body, and I feel the tightening of my groin. She kneels on the side of the bed, staring into my eyes like she is looking into my soul, reading my every thought.

I climb on the bed still in my jeans and t-shirt, and my dick, which has come to life seeing Oakley this unclothed, lets me know that he doesn’t appreciate this move. He’s just going to have to understand that we are going to take this slow and he might not be getting any relief tonight. He twitches in protest. Oakley lets out a little sigh and she lays down, facing my way.

I slide over next to her. I’ve always prided myself on always being able to keep control, but Oakley is constantly pushing my boundaries. She makes me want more, makes me think I can have more. She blows me away, makes me for the first time want to bear my soul.

Lying next to her, wanting her with every breath I take, not allowing myself that privilege yet is pure agony but at the same time such sweet bliss. She plasters herself to my side and I have my arm wrapped around her as I lay here staring at the ceiling. She feels good here, attached to my body, I like her here. This is my very soul, my truth. She is what I need to heal myself. Just her being by my side completes something in me.

Oakley clears her throat. “Can you take your shirt off, Kane? I want to lay my head on your chest and hear your heartbeat.” She looks at me. “Is it beating as fast as mine?” Oakley asks, her eyelids heavy, her eyes darker than I’ve ever seen them. “And take off your pants, no one sleeps in jeans.”

I swallow hard.

Is my heart beating fast, she asks…yeah it's beating like a mother fuck'n freight train. "Sure." I want to feel her skin on mine anyway.

I’m in trouble. So much trouble.

I know it as well as I know my own name.

I sit up, sliding my shirt up my torso bit by bit.

Oakley watches as my hands rise.

I’m watching her. She must feel me staring because her gaze shifts up to mine.

I remove my t-shirt, breaking eye contact only so I can slip it over my head. I hold the shirt out then let it drop to the floor. It’s so quiet that I swear I hear it hit the carpet.

Lying back on the bed, I raise my ass up, slipping off my jeans. After I toss them to the floor, I lift the arm that is closest to her, inviting her into my inner circle. The place I hold at a distance from everyone but her.

Still holding my gaze, she wets her lips. Oakley moves in a little closer, pulling her hair to the opposite side as she lays back down, placing her head on my chest.

I can feel her skin on mine just like I’ve imagined many times. Her cheek and a hand are all that are touching me, but her heat burns my skin, and I’ll have third degree burns or go up in flames entirely, if I were to feel her whole body bare against mine. She is like a drug, the only one I’m on and I’m thoroughly addicted. The one that is forbidden, but I desire so much. The only thing in this world I want is to be with her. To be inside of her, but I don’t want to rush things. She deserves so much more than that.

“I can hear your heart, Kane. It’s talking to me.”

“Oh, yeah? What’s it saying, thump thump?” I laugh awkwardly.

“No, it’s saying it thinks it loves me, too,” she whispers. Rising on her elbow, her lips meet mine in a firm kiss. She slides her perfect little tongue nervously across my lips.

I’m past the point of trouble.

I’m at the point of no return.

“You’re right,” I whisper. “I do love you, Oakley. I have for some time now. I just didn’t believe it would be a good idea that I act on that feeling. I don’t think I can explain to you exactly how much I want you,” I say, making one more last ditch effort to remain in control but nonetheless feel my resolve slipping away.

“Then show me,” Oakley says in a low sexy voice as she sits up and removes her bra. Her perky little breasts are plump and supple, standing firm as her nipples harden into tiny pebbles.

If I wasn’t already hard enough just laying here beside her, that right there put me on full alert—moved me to hammer nails hard.  I reach up and cup one in my hand, feeling its firmness. I pull her down to me and flip us over then rise up on an elbow to get a better view. My eyes can’t get enough of her. She’s utterly perfect in every way, shape, and form. I take my index finger and trace around her areola, causing her to suck in a sharp breath then moan lightly.

I love that I made her do that with barely a touch. Fuck, she’s sensitive.

I take the opportunity this position grants me to kiss her for the first time. To really kiss her, letting her know that she’s my woman and no one else’s. That’s what I’m about to do, make her my woman. I’m already going to hell, anyway, might as well make the best of it.

“You are so beautiful, sweetheart.” I bow my head and lay a feather light kiss on the erect tip of her tit, before I slowly flick my tongue back and forth against her nipple. Enjoying my taste of her, I gently suck on the tip, before delicately kissing it once more.

Oakley arches her back off the bed. “Kane, mmm.” My name is a moan on her lips and I become impossibly harder. She reaches out and runs her fingers through my hair.

I run my hands gradually down her smooth stomach to where she has on that thin strip of lace. I slowly slide down her body until I can lick around and inside her belly button. Oakley was meant to be worshipped and loved on every inch of her body. It’s a masterpiece, a treat for the eyes. I caress her hipbone, finding a sensitive spot and she hums. I stroke over the lace of her panties, using the side of one finger.

Oakley’s hips quiver, and she bites down on her bottom lip. “Mmm, you’re making me feel good.”

Oh, she’s going to make it hard for me to be a good guy. I can feel how warm and how wet she is through the triangle of fabric. I want to slip my fingers inside her, so I can put them in my mouth and suck off her juices.

Oakley is breathing heavy, making little incomprehensible noises. 

This will have to go painstakingly slow because I know my girl is a virgin. We need to work up to actual intercourse, but she is worth the wait. As I’m dragging the final piece of clothing down her incredibly toned legs, I see her glorious pussy for the first time. I run my hand softly over her mound. Oh, the things I long to do to her. I glance up to meet her eyes, but they are closed tight. I can tell, regardless of all her bravado, that she isn’t ready for more yet, so I slide back up her body and settle myself at her side. I run my thumb across her cheek to soothe her, and the wrinkles in her forehead soften. I slide my hand back down her body and press my finger gently between her lower lips, gathering the liquid proof of her desire before twirling it around her clit.

Oakley gasps as her hips rise to increase the pressure, and her legs shake.

I trace my finger down to her opening, following the curvature over and over, playing on the edge of her passage, barely dipping the tip of my finger inside her.

She bucks her hips, making my finger go deeper than I intended this first time, allowing me to feel the proof of her virginity. Now that it’s happened, I go ahead and slowly massage her from her opening to her barrier.

In. Out. In. Out.

Oakley continues to thrust her hips and grasp my hair.

She will be the death of me. I’ve got to stop this now.

“Ahh!” Oakley opens her eyes, looking straight at me.

I put my finger in my mouth because I can’t resist tasting her. Damn, her taste just makes me want more. What I really want to do is tongue fuck her and feel her tight little cunt squeeze it as I make her come. This will suffice, for now. It pains me to stop but this is enough for tonight. All I want to do is lay with her and feel her skin touching mine. It’ll be the most pleasurable torture I’ve ever put myself through. I wrap my arm around her, pulling her closer.

“Uh, Kane?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Did I not taste good or something?” Oakley whispers.

“Oh, Oakley, you taste so sweet and you feel so good in my arms. You don’t know what you do to me.” I pull her in tighter to me.

“Then why didn’t you make love to me? I asked you to show me that you love me.”

“Not making love to you tonight is the best way for me to show you, by taking things slow. That’s what you deserve, to be respected.”

“What do you call what we’ve been doing for years, Kane?”

“Oakley, I’ve never been like this with anyone, I don’t even know how to make love. I’m learning this as I go.” 

She faces me. “Then fuck me, Kane,” she says.

Tilting my head back to see her better, I say, “No, Oakley, it’s not going to be that way with you. I can’t be that way to you.”

16

Oakley

He doesn’t want to fuck me? Shit, I can’t even throw myself at someone right, not even when I come straight out and ask for sex! What is so wrong with me? I thought Kane wanted me. I thought he loved me. But I get it now; he doesn’t want me because if he did we would be screwing right now.

I can’t stay here, not after this. I sit up, pulling out of Kane’s arms, a place I used to feel safe. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I look around for my clothes.

“What are you doing, Oakley?”

“Kane, I threw myself at you, I even straight up asked you for sex. And what did you do… You turned me down! I have never heard of a guy turning down sex with someone they say they want. What do I have to do…beg?” I slip my t-shirt over my head. Where did my bra go when I tossed it? I search the floor.

“How can you even say that?”

“I throw myself at you, I come right out and ask you for sex, and you don’t take it. Guys don’t turn down sex. What, are you wanting me to beg you?” I’m so freaking disgusted with myself. Looking down as I shake my head, fighting back the tears that want to fall, “If that is what you want, you can forget it, I won’t beg. I’m sure there’s somebody out there who wants me even if it is only for sex. You say you want me, but obviously you don’t or we would be doing something decidedly different. So, I’m outta here!” I pull sleep pants on and grab my bag.

Kane is still sitting in bed, just sitting there.

His eyebrows are drawn together and he’s merely staring at me. He opens his mouth to say something but stops, putting his hand over his mouth. He can’t think of anything to say because I’m right, and he knows it.

“I love you and I just don’t want to rush the physical aspect of this relationship. There is plenty of time for all that stuff later. You’re the only person besides my Mimi that I care anything about. So, please come back to bed and be my little spoon.”

He has to be out of his mind crazy if he thinks for one second that what he said has changed my mind. Does he not realize that I drew a line in the sand between friend zone and couple zone and he didn’t step over it? If he thinks I’m stepping back into the friend zone…I shake my head. “Bye, Kane.” I walk out of his room and I don’t look back.

Well, great…after my dramatic exit I realize I’m stuck.
Shit
, it’s storming outside and since Kane brought us here, I don’t have my car. Now what am I going to do? I dig in my purse to find my phone and call a cab.

The dispatcher said the cab would take about an hour to arrive, but I can’t be in this house another minute so I wait out back on Kane’s fully furnished enclosed patio.

As I watch the rain falling, I feel the pull to be out in it, the pull to be made fresh and clean like the trees are after a storm. I set my purse down and walk into the cleansing rain. I let the rain wash away the hurt from Kane’s rejection, let it wash away the fear of being alone. There is no way to tell if tears are running down my face or if it is just the rain as I stand arms out, face lifted to the sky.

“Aaaaahhhhh!” I scream at the sky and feel a cathartic release. So, I do it again. I yell to the exploding sky, “I don’t care, do you hear me?” I’m just like this storm. The pressure that’s been building up has to be released. “Drench me! Please, wash it all away,” I choke on my sobs. “I’m sick of worrying, tired of carrying around the hurt—take it. Take it!” I fall down to my knees onto the cobblestone.

The wind hisses and I can hear the faint crack of thunder. My hair and clothes are stuck to me. I am drenched. Strong arms wrap around me from behind.

“I’m here, baby. Give me your pain. You don’t have to carry around the hurt anymore,” Kane gently rocks me as we sit in his courtyard during the height of the storm then he gathers me into his arms and moves to a lounger just behind us. He sits, cradling me in his arms. “Don’t leave me like that again, Oakley. I love you and I refuse to let you walk out of my life.” He rolls us over so that he is leaning over me.  His body is shaking as his breath heaves, and I watch him. My eyes trace the beads of water as they run down his hard pecs to the band of his underwear, peeking out from the top of his jeans. I can see his erection outlined perfectly in the wet denim.

“Then love me, Kane. Right here, right now. Show me that you see me as a woman and not as a little girl. I need to know that I’m more than your friend,” I cry, laying my hand over my heart.

“You’re my world, my moon, and stars. My thunder and lightning. You’re my rain, Oakley. Without you, I can’t live.” Kane removes my shirt. “If you love me like I love you, then stay. There’s not one single reason for you to leave, but I’ll give you a reason to stay.”

He pushes me back on the lounger and pulls off my pants. His eyes are hazy in the moonlight. “You’re more beautiful than I ever imagined,” he says with love in his eyes. He runs his hands over my hips, watching me, taking in my body.  Kane dips his head to my stomach and kisses my navel. Pushing my legs apart, he traces my folds with his hand.

I raise my hips, seeking more, needing his touch. I want more, so much more. My body’s tingling with need.

He places his arm across my hips to keep me still, while moving his head further south.

His breath feels so hot, and all my senses are on edge. He barely caresses the inside of my thigh.
Touch me. I’m begging you.
My pulse quickens in anticipation of what I hope is coming next. He runs his finger up my slit.

“You’re so wet, you want me, don’t you?”

“Yes!” I exhale in a strained voice, closing my eyes.

“What do you want me to do, Oakley? Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

He rubs my entrance, back and forth, making my breath catch.

“Ah, I want…I want you to taste me again.” I move my hands down and grip his hair.

“Like this?” He flicks his tongue where his fingers were, caressing me.

“Yes… yes.”

“Do you like this, Oakley? Does it feel good?” He pushes his tongue inside, touching and tasting me.

“Umm-humm, yeah.” How could he even think I wouldn’t? His touch is sending bolts of electricity to my toes. “Don’t stop, please.”

“If I don’t stop,” he mumbles, sending vibrations over the sensitive spot, “you’ll never know what it feels like when I suck on your clit.” His finger teasingly traces over that throbbing little bead, before sucking it into his mouth and flicking his tongue over it.

Oh, good heavens, that’s good “I like…I like that, too.” I’m trying to catch my breath.

“Or you’d never know how it feels to combine these two things,” he whispers, sliding his finger inside me while he continues to suck.

My body takes to spontaneous lifting off the lounger. It has a mind of its own. While my ass is in the air, he takes it in both of his hands, pulling me into his face. He’s eating me like I’m his last meal. With each lick, I feel this sensation at the base of my spine, almost like a prickling. Just when I think I’m about to spontaneously combust, he stops.

“No, don’t stop. Please I need…I need…”

He just chuckles wickedly as he stands, which allows me to remove his jeans and boxers, and I see his penis for the first time. I’ve felt it pressing into my back while he was holding me in bed. I knew he was big, but he’s much more massive than I’d imagined. I reach for his hand and tug him to me.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.”

I open my mouth to object and he holds up a finger.

“Shush, I’m not finished. As I was saying, not out here in the open.” He shakes his head, causing water droplets to fall from his glistening skin to mine. “You deserve so much better; I want to this make special for you. We should at least move under the patio, out of this rain.”

“I want this. I want you right here right now outside in the open. If you haven’t figured it out yet… You are all that I want, all that I desire. You’re exactly what I deserve, Kane. You’re so much more than you give yourself credit. You mean so much to me.”

He slams his mouth down on mine and words fail us both. He slips a finger inside me with a gentleness that surprises me. Slowly, he adds another finger; he’s stretching me. He strokes me, curling his fingers, pressing up, touching a spot inside that makes me automatically lift my hips.

“Baby, we need to go inside. I didn’t bring a condom out here and this’ll be easier for you if we use lube.” Kane kisses down my neck.

No way we’re stopping this now. “I have both in my purse, Kane.” Thank you Sandy for insisting that I bring those.

The sight of Kane’s cock bobbing as he walks over to my purse almost makes me giggle. I can’t believe this is really about to happen.

On his way back to me, he rips open the condom package with his teeth. When he reaches me, he positions the condom on the head of his cock.

“Wait.” I lick the rain from my lips. “Can I do that for you?”

“Try to relax, baby, or this will hurt more with this being your first time.”

“Okay,” I say breathily, and I touch his penis for the first time. I use my fingertips to push the condom down his shaft. When I run them back up to the tip, Kane lets out a tiny moan.

“Lay back, baby,” Kane says. He kisses my collarbone before moving to my breast. His hand cups my breast just before he licks the tip.

I reach down between us and find him hot and throbbing then guide his penis to my vagina. I want him now and push my hips up, trying to get penetration.

He eases his tip in just a bit. “Are you okay?” He looks at me so tenderly, his eyes searching mine.

I nod.

He moves a little more, going a little deeper. He waits for a moment and pulls back slightly, before he sinks himself a little further inside my core. He pulls back and looks me in the eye. “You ready?”

I nod. It doesn’t hurt as much as I had imagined because he’s going so slow.

Kane leans down and starts kissing me before he thrusts forward, breaking my hymen.  He immediately stills inside me but keeps kissing me through the pain. He moves a hand in between our bodies and starts rubbing my clit, allowing my body to relax out of the pain back into pleasure. He leans back, looking down into my face. “You good? You want to continue?”

I give him a little nod. I’m okay because he’s going so slow.

Kane goes a tiny bit further each time until he pushes in so far that I feel like my internal organs are being moved. I hiss a little in pain, and he goes completely still. The pressure eases up as I get accustomed to him being inside me then I nod for him to start moving again.

He moves in and out slowly and when it’s beginning to feel better I wiggle around under him. I want more, faster. I move my butt off the lounger, meeting him every time he thrusts deeper inside me. “Ah.” This is sex. This is making love. This is fantastic.

“Babe, I don’t want to hurt you. You’re making me lose control.” He pulls completely out of me. “Get on top of me so you control the pace.”

We switch places and I straddle his pelvis. The rain has almost stopped but we are soaked. I don’t think he has ever looked better than he does right now, with his hair plastered to his head and his eyes concentrated on me.

Kane holds onto my hips, helping me slip onto his cock. I move down, taking him all the way inside me. There's more pressure than pain this time, and Kane holds on to me as I start to move. I place my hands on his chest to center myself as I rock back and forth.

We find a rhythm that I’m comfortable with and I’m able to move at my own pace. “I love you, Kane.” I tell him. His eyes haven’t left mine for even a moment.

“I love you, too. You are mine, Oakley. There’s not any turning back now. I’m yours and you’re mine, I’m not ever letting you go, baby.”

“I’m not going anywhere because this is where I’ve always wanted to be, Kane.” I lean forward to kiss him, just as thunder cracks. I freaking love thunderstorms. I love the rain and I love Kane making love to me in the rain. He’s all I’ve ever wanted my whole life. Now, he’s finally mine. The tingling is back and I hope that he will come when I do. My orgasm is approaching fast and this will be my first one with anything other than my fingers or BOB.  It means so much to me that this time is with Kane because I love him and have wanted him to be my first for a long time.  My movements become more erratic the closer I get.  Kane reaches between us and rubs my clit, which sends me over into an orgasm. I collapse onto his chest. Kane wraps his arms around me then thrusts into my core and spasms twice before he finds his release. We lay here in each other’s arms, breathing hard.