Mr. Insatiable (18 page)

“I suppose I just need to find someone who likes it as much as you do.” She winked at him.

He didn’t smile though. Something flashed across his face, but it was gone too briefly for her to catch. Instead, he kissed her, his fingers beginning to brush across her again.

Enya sighed as his lips left hers and trailed down her body, his tongue occasionally tasting, and she shivered as it laced across her skin. He closed his mouth over a nipple, sucking gently, and she quivered as he returned his hand to her thighs. He pushed them gently, and she opened them, feeling his fingers threading through the triangle of hair between her legs. They slid down into the heart of her, and she murmured her approval as he began to arouse her.

After a while, he slipped his fingers inside her and curved them, stroking firmly against the front wall of her internal muscles, making her gasp with pleasure as he found what he was looking for. It wasn’t long before tension built inside her, but to her surprise he stopped then, withdrawing his fingers and lifting his head to look at her.

“You tease.” She was breathless and a bit resentful. She’d thought he wanted to give her pleasure.

He smiled. “Not at all. The longer we draw it out, the more powerful it’s going to be.”

“Oh.”

He kissed her. “We’re going to play a game.”

“Snakes and ladders?”

He chuckled, continuing to stroke her with feather light brushes. “I want you to tell me out of five, how turned on you’re feeling. One–not at all. Two–toes starting to tingle. Three–relaxed and hmm, maybe you can see an orgasm’s on its way.” When she smiled, he laughed and kissed her. “Four–oh yeah, now we’re getting there, everything’s starting to tighten. Four and a half–impending climax. And hopefully we won’t reach five for a while yet.”

She realized he was so certain of making her come, multiple times, that he wanted to draw it out and make it even better for her. “Gosh, I envy the girl who gets you for life. I hope I find someone like you, Kit.”

His eyes met hers. “Not a chance. They broke the mould when they made me.” Ignoring her laugh, he lifted himself up and kissed down her stomach, moving and settling between her legs. Her heart thumped as he pushed her thighs wider, leaving her exposed to his hot gaze. “Remember, marks out of five.”

“Okay. I’m still about two at the moment. My toes are tingling.”

He brushed his tongue right through the centre of her.

Enya gasped, closing her eyes at the sensation of his hot mouth on her sensitive skin. “Oh God, three and rapidly rising.” He chuckled, but he didn’t stop, continuing to arouse her with his mouth and fingers.

For a while she was self-conscious, worried about what he might be thinking, concerned about taking too long, but then gradually her awareness faded and her attention focused on the sensations he was awakening in her, causing tremors that fluttered through her body. It was like swimming in a tub of melted chocolate, so warm and sensual, so utterly blissful. She wanted it to go on forever, so she had no trouble saying, “Oh, four…four-and-a-half!” when she felt the orgasm begin to build. Kit lifted his head, withdrawing his fingers and stroking and kissing her thigh for a moment as the ripples died away.

It was excruciating, agonizing, but heavenly, and when his mouth returned to her, she gave a long sigh of appreciation, welcoming the heat and softness of his tongue as he stroked it through her soft folds.

He repeated the process several times more, pausing each time the feelings got too intense, so that eventually she was a quivering wreck, her chest heaving with deep breaths as she groaned, desperate for gratification.

“I can’t last much longer,” she complained when he began again for the fifth time. “I’ll die, I swear.”

“What a way to go.” He chuckled, brushing her so lightly she shivered. “And yes, you can wait. I haven’t finished with you yet.”

“What…what do you mean?” She was finding it difficult to think straight.

“Do you trust me?”

“Um…”

He withdrew his fingers, blowing lightly on her sensitive skin and she moaned.

“Do you?” he repeated.

“Yes.” Her voice was barely a whisper. At that moment, she’d let him do anything he wanted. He had complete control over her body, and she was his completely.

He pushed up her legs a little more. Watching her, he slipped his fingers inside her, coating them with her wetness. Then he stroked them down, to the sensitive skin of her butt. Enya closed her eyes, biting her bottom lip as he eased the tip of one finger into the tight muscle there.

“Oh…” Her cheeks flamed. She couldn’t believe he was doing something so intimate to her, something that nobody had done before.

He lowered his head and caressed her with his mouth again as he teased her with his finger. Then suddenly she felt his other hand on her arm. He lifted her hand and placed it on her breast. He wanted her to touch herself. She sighed as she brushed her nipples with her fingers. Seconds away from fulfillment, she held her breath as everything became increasingly hypersensitive.

Still he made her wait. Moving his fingers so slowly, pausing in between each lick to study her, watching her touch herself. He wanted to make it last as long as possible, and she tried, she tried so hard. But eventually she reached a point where she was hovering on the brink of an orgasm, and when he stopped touching her, all she did was teeter on the edge, not falling over, but not retreating either.

“Kit…” She moaned, dizzy with desire as he stroked slightly in and out of her, conjuring up such exquisite, unique sensations. “Please...”

“Not yet...”

Every muscle throbbed, desperate for satisfaction. “Please, Kit,” she begged, her voice little more than a whisper. “Please...”

Finally, he gave in. “All right, honey. Get prepared.”

He slid his finger deeper inside her, at the same time slipping his thumb where she knew she must be swollen and wet, and lastly he lowered his mouth, sucking gently.

She’d thought that when he allowed her to come, it would hit her like a sledgehammer, fast and furious, but in the end it was nothing like that. As his tongue gently coaxed her, she brushed her nipples with her thumbs, and her climax began from what felt like a mile away. It started with a gradual tightening of the muscles in her stomach and thighs, a sort of reversing of the ripple effect, gradually focusing and centering the whole of her attention on the tiny sensitive button that pulsed beneath his tongue. Everything clenched around his fingers, and his deep groan only added to her ecstasy. She lost it completely, knotting her fingers in his hair, crying out with the intensity of it. It was agonizing and blissful at the same time, stronger than she’d ever thought possible, more pleasurable than she’d ever imagined, going on and on until it left her a sobbing wreck, limp and spent.

Kit withdrew his fingers gently and then lifted himself alongside her, pulling her into his arms. And Enya curled up beside him and cried.

Chapter

15

Something changed between them after that. The following morning, Charlie took them to the Great Wall and they spent several hours following the ancient landmark across the Chinese countryside, talking and laughing, but all the time, Enya was conscious of her feelings for Kit morphing into something else.

After her mind blowing orgasm, he’d held her for ages, stroking her hair and calming her until her sobs ceased. He seemed to understand without her having to say anything just what an overwhelming experience it had been. In only a few simple lovemaking sessions, he’d completely rewritten her understanding of sex and pleasure, and he’d shown her she wasn’t faulty–in fact there was absolutely nothing wrong with her at all. Obviously, it
was
a matter of trust, and of feeling comfortable enough with someone to let go.

But was that all it was? Enya had lain there in the dark, listening to him breathe, feeling his hand brushing her skin, and told herself that all she had to do now was find herself a man like Kit and everything would be fine... But the problem was, she wasn’t sure there
was
another man out there like Kit. Or, more specifically, another man who could make her feel the same way Kit did.

Because she loved him.

It wasn’t surprising. She knew she’d probably loved him all along, and this was the first time she was admitting it to herself. But she couldn’t ignore it any longer. The feelings she had for him weren’t familial, and they weren’t those that a friend had for another–even very close–friend. She loved him the way a woman loves a man, with all her heart, and every time she worshipped him with her body, she fell that bit further in love with him.

Fuck!

It was so inconvenient. She’d closed her eyes and bit her lip, trying to stop the curse exploding from her lips. How had she been so stupid? How had she ever thought she’d be able to sleep with her best friend and
not
fall in love with him? But then before, she hadn’t understood how wonderful he was. She’d known him as a brother figure, but she hadn’t been the subject of his full attention. He hadn’t let her see Lover Kit, Kinky Kit, passionate and sexy and ever-so-slightly disgusting in a wonderful way that made her heart thump to think about.

Before him, sex had been sober and polite and slightly awkward, ordinary and vanilla, ‘let’s get it over with so I can watch the rugby at eight,’ kind of sex.

Sex with Kit was
not
vanilla. It was ‘let’s have sex now because I’ve only got a couple of hours and I want to do it as many times as we can,’ kind of sex. It was ‘I haven’t a clue what color the curtains are in this room because all I can see is you,’ kind of sex. It was overwhelming and intense and she wanted to cry.

Because even though she now knew she was in love with him, it didn’t make any difference.

What she should have done, of course, was get straight out of his bed and go into her own room, re-book her flight and fly out the next morning. But she didn’t. Because even though she knew it had to end when they flew back to Auckland, she wanted to hang onto the beauty of what she had for a few more days. She already knew she was going to be broken hearted when they went back and she had to watch him starting to date other girls again. What did another couple of nights with him matter?

The thought of watching him holding another woman, seeing him kissing her, hearing he was getting married, or worse–that his new girlfriend was pregnant–was enough to make Enya wipe away her tears and turn to Kit in the bed, desperate to make the most of him while she had him. She’d covered him in kisses, working her way down his neck and chest and even further until his laughter turned to sighs. It pleased her to prove to him that he wasn’t the only one who could make magic with his mouth. She teased him to a climax using only her lips and tongue until he exploded deep in her throat with a guttural growl that stirred her most primal desires. The thought of another woman doing this for him made her clench her fists until her nails dug into her palms. But she knew it had to come to an end.

She kept her desperation well buried, though. As they walked along the Great Wall, looking down over the forested slopes under the baking sun, she made an effort to enjoy the day, listening to Charlie’s tales of Chinese history and laughing at the boys’ banter. But there was a small part of her brain that could only focus on Kit–on the way he frequently held her hand, seemingly unbothered that Charlie might comment on it; on the brightness of his smile when he looked at her as if she were the only woman in the world for him; on the sweetness of the moment when he suddenly stopped and slipped a hand to the back of her head, holding her still so he could kiss her while the Chinese tourists pushed past them, eyes widening at the public display of affection by these westerners. When he’d finished, Enya blushed scarlet, certain that Charlie would exclaim and demand to know what they were doing, but he laughed and continued walking, and she realized Kit must have told him what was going on between them.

How had he described their relationship? She pondered on that question as they made their way back along the wall to where they’d started. Had Kit told Charlie they were seeing each other–had he even mentioned the word “relationship”? Or had he said they were just having sex, emphasising the casual nature of their association?

For the first time, Enya noticed the way Kit smiled at her, his affectionate glances, and the way he had to be touching her whenever they were close together. It made her heart feel as if it were shuddering to a stop in her chest. Was it possible he was falling for her too?

Now it was not only her feelings she had to think about. John had told her
Kit’s loved you since the moment he met you
, but she’d not been able to believe it. The thought had excited her initially, but when she knew a relationship with him was impossible, she’d forced herself to assume John was wrong, and that Kit was having sex with her out of nothing more than a desire to help her, aided by his ‘insatiable’ sex drive.

But now? Was he expecting something more?

It should have been even more of an incentive for her to end things, but she couldn’t bear to see the look that would appear on his face if she told him it was over. When they returned to Auckland, it would
have
to be over, because there was no way she could continue the relationship permanently. Therefore she was going to allow herself these few days, and she’d deal with the consequences later.