Out of the Fire (Perilous Connections) (6 page)

I stay as long as I dare without succumbing to sleep on the cold tiles, and when I finally push
the door open an hour later, I hear his even breathing. Easing into my bed I try to make as little sound as possible. I lay awake for an interminable amount of time, and finally the threat of work forces me to close my eyes and try for sleep.

I stir and feel warmth, delicious scented warmth that is velvety and hard at the same time, I snuggle into it, bury my face in one of its crevasses.

Something is nuzzling my neck and i
t feels good, I groan, shove myself even further into the heat, the sensations of it.

“Daffee, Daffee, wake up.”

I recognize the voice even from my deeply tired slumber, I blink and turn towards it, my eyelids droop but I manage to pry them open. He is close, my nose is nestled in the hollow of his throat, I tip my head back and see his eyes in the moonlight coming in through my window, they glitter like a lazy moon on the sea.

He bends and brushes
his lips across mine. My body trembles and I gasps softly, he takes my mouth for a few seconds, I revel in the sensations, squirm closer, desperate to have it continue forever, he breaks the kiss and rests his chin on my head.

“If we don’t stop this, I’m
going to take your innocence.”

My eyes fly
open. I had known from the start that if I didn’t get rid of him this would happen, I had sensed it in my bones and now I also know that I have a decision to make. I take a few seconds, bury my face in his shoulder. “Will it hurt?”

His breath hisses
in. He had not expected that. “I don’t know. I only guessed that you were a virgin,” he shrugs lifting my head like a gentle wave, “a man like me rarely gets the privilege to win such a gift from a good woman.”

What does he mean a man like him?

But I can’t think of that right now, I feel warm and bubbly inside, incredibly, intoxicatingly so. He thought I was good, those were the kindest words anybody has said to me in a long while. I want to weep and wrap my arms around him at the same time, instead I press my lips against his. He groans and delves into my mouth. I open up, and my body begins to come alive freed from the restraint of my mind.

His long, broad fingers sweep
up the hem of my nightgown, baring my legs in the moonlight. He rears back on the small cot. “I wish I could see you clearly.” He bends his head and trails kisses along the sensitive flesh, I stuff my fist into my mouth to keep from crying out, he parts my thighs and my body stiffens, he bends his head and trails the hottest little kisses along the insides of my thighs, my head thrashes from side to side, my back arches, it is unlike anything I have ever imagined. The feel of his fingers grasping the waistband of my cotton underwear makes me stiffen, but he is in no hurry and he whisks my nightgown off my head in one clean movement. I am bare and extremely glad for the darkness to hide the unbecoming slenderness of my body. I stare up into his eyes, and feel a shiver of apprehension at the way the stormy grey has turned to silver in the moonlight, he is not wearing his shirt and he moves from the bed and rapidly disposes of his khaki’s. I want to see him badly so I stare at the bulk of man hovering over me; he comes down, parts my legs and settles between them, I stifle a cry.

“
Relax Daffee, don’t be frightened,” he rasps.

I nod
and accept the feel of him, his firm, demanding mouth, his hands balanced on either side of my head, but mostly the feel of his manhood pressed rigidly into my belly, I lean forward and grasp his shoulder, pressing my body next to his, he trails kisses around my face, my ears, my neck, he goes lower and catches a nipple between his teeth. I had thought that I was beginning to know pleasure but this was surreal, I stuff my fist in my mouth again as I try to stifle the moans that floods my throat, my head thrashes to and fro on the narrow bed, finally, mercifully he releases my nipple and catches my mouth again. I am eager to try and please him the way he has pleased me. I rotate and buck my hips the way I have seen women do in the sensual dances of carnival, he groans deep in his throat, widens my thighs and wraps them around his waist, I feel his fingers down there, touching, soothing and the pleasure causes my muscles to contract, I am on the point of begging for him to have mercy, to stop, I lift my legs higher around his waist and weep softly into his shoulders, and then I feel him nudging me, my body stretches, hot, quick pain ricochets through me, I press my face into his chest. Unable to breath for fear and need.

His breath
ing is labored above me. “Do you want me to stop?”

I can
hear the pleading need, the desire in his voice and I want it too, I want it with him.

I shake
my head.

He bends forward and kisses
me long and slow, deepening the kiss until my mind begins drifting away on a sea of pleasure and then there is a sharp, bright pain as he plows into me, I cry out into his mouth, my fingers claw and rake a path down his back, I gasp deep in my throat. He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t move beyond our joining, he keeps still as a statute waiting for my discomfort to ebb then his mouth begins working mine’s again and I whimper as the delicious feeling combats the ache inside me. My heart starts going back to normal and he releases my mouth and starts moving inside me, incredibly slow, deep thrusts. I close my eyes and grasp the muscled width of his shoulders, listen to his muted groans of pleasure, his pace quickens, he seizes my mouth, and his tongue does not play but demands my submission, I do. My body begins moving, mimicking the thrust of his tongue, synching up with his, pleasure begins to pool, ounce by ounce, until I can feel it with every plunge, I lift my hips, greedy for it to come stronger, faster, he surges downward, slamming into me, giving me what I want, he grips my hips holding me steady, I go with it and it gets better, the sensations more exquisite, more throbbing, I feel myself coming undone, I open my mouth and he swoops down and clamps his over mine, then it bursts, soaring through my veins, roaring with my body until I think I will melt away from it. I cling to him as his strokes became deeper and more insistent, I whimper as he drives my body to the edge once more and again the sensations crash around me, even as he trembles and lay still, his breath hot against my collar bone as he is engulfed in his own pleasure.

I blink, turn on the bed, and reach out a hand, my sleep deprived brain searches for the reason that I cannot find him on top of my small cot. I blink away the fog from my eyes and glance at the window. It looks all of 5 a.m. I need to get up in ten minutes to get ready for work at 6 a.m. I scoot closer to the edge of the bed, wincing at the soreness which attacks me. A shy smile stretches my lips, I bend my neck and glance over and see … the empty floor, the pillows with their sheets folded neatly on top. I jerk upwards and the first ray of dawn caught in the dresser glass illuminates the two wads of bills that have been left on top … and the dark man that is standing right behind me.