The Perfect Emotion (31 page)

“I need you, Katherine,” I say as my hands run swiftly through her hair pulling her head back.

“I need you too… Maggie is out studying, but will be back in an hour.”  Our lips hit each other with need and in that instant all anger I felt earlier erases from my mind. 

“It’s not nearly enough time for what I’d like to do to you,” I say in between our tongues sliding and lips nibbling. Her hands move up and over, down and under just as frantically.

“Then hurry, Reed, don’t make me wait.” 

“Baby, I don’t plan to.” I nip at her bottom lip and she moans. Pushing her back against the door fond memories infiltrate my thoughts. Her fingers start pulling up my shirts, but I break away from her to pull them off all the way. I come back at her pressing my hardness into her and plant my hot lips at her throat. She squirms against me as I lick and suck my way up across her jar and to her ear. I whisper lightly, “Do you remember the last time we were up against this door, beautiful?”

“Yes, mmmm, R-Reed, please.  I need you.”  I snicker against her chin loving the way she is pleading for more.  She doesn’t realize that I’m just as hungry for her though.  Unable to contain myself any longer I pull the hem of her shirt up and over her head dropping it to the floor.  She’s wearing the same hot pink sport bra she had on at her parents.  It doesn’t do as good of a job as it should though because her breasts look just as full as they always do.  My hands string along her rib cage and then over the thin material.  I’m able to pull down the hem of the bra and release her breast enough to feel her hardened nipple.  I’m a little rougher than I intend to be, but hearing her moaning only pushes me to do it further.  I grind my hips into her and drag my hot mouth down her throat to her chest.  Taking her peaked nipple into my mouth I suck, flick my tongue and nip around her.  She arches back into the door with her hands clawing at my back.  Her hands run down my chest and abdomen and then she starts pulling at my belt in a frantic attempt to get it off.  Pulling back slightly I take in her eyes watching her lids flutter in anticipation for what’s coming next. 
God, she’s beautiful.
 
She continues opening my belt and guides my jeans down my hips. Eagerly her hands find me strained and hard. Before she can push my jeans down any further I reach into my back pocket to pull out a condom. I stick the foil packet in my mouth and grab onto her hips slipping my thumbs in her short shorts. They slip over her hips and down her thighs with ease her underwear following suit. Her hands stroke me perfectly almost bringing me to the brink of losing myself.

“Shit, Katherine, stop… I’m not going to be able to stop myself pretty soon and I need to be inside you.” I grit out between my teeth and the foil packet.

She grabs for the condom and rips it open.  “I’ve nev-,” she says as she shifts her head away shyly. “I’ve never put one on before.”

“You’re killing me. You know how much I love when you say you’ve never done something. Go ahead put it on,” I say while taking her hands and putting the condom into hers. I guide her as she rolls it on and down my length. It’s such a turn on watching our hands that as soon as it’s on I pin her by her hips against the door and move one of my hands down using my fingers to spread her open. Carefully, I slide two of my fingers up and down the length of her core and into her. I practically growl when I feel her heat and wetness. She’s soft and tight as she flexes her hips through the hold I have on one of her hips. I love this unreserved side of her that only I get to see. We are spaced only a couple inches from each staring into our hooded eyes. Her hands running over my length and mine are pleasuring her faster and faster. When her breathing turns to panting and moaning I pull my fingers out.

“Reed,” she murmurs as I withdraw.

I grab the bottom of her bare ass and thighs hiking her up. “Wrap your legs around me, baby. I’ve got you.” She complies readily and squeezes her legs around me with her arms stretched up around my neck. My jeans dangle around my ankles and my Calvin Klein’s are stuck somewhere tightly around my ass and thighs. I shift back so that I’m pressing against her entrance and then move my lips to hers, kissing her tenderly with passion and emotion. There’s something about this moment between us right now that’s raw, yet filled with some other tender and deep feeling. I kiss her like she should be kissed hoping that she can feel that this is more than just carnal need right now. She pushes down on me while I slowly thrust into her all the way down to my base. Gasping into my lips I draw her bottom lip into my mouth and suck allowing her to adjust to the fullness. Her fingers run through my hair and over my neck pulling me in closer. Holding her on me is effortless since she’s thin and light. I hoist her up a little and then start to rock myself into her. Picking up in rhythm she slides up and down me while I push into her creating a strum of sensations. The door creaks with each thrust and the sound of Kate’s body hitting against it gets louder and louder.

“L-lock, l-l-lock,” she pants out into between our kisses and grinding.  Ready to let myself go I realize what she’s referring to.  Quickly, I slip a hand from under her and lock the door. 

“Oh God, I’m going to-,” I say breathlessly praying she’s about to go to.

“Yes, yes, ah,” she cries out with her head braced back at barely a whisper and then she continues like always with, “Reed, Reed, Reed.” I can feel her tighten even more around me as she reaches her peak. Her hands grab at me leaving marks on my shoulders and chest and I slam into her a couple more times letting myself go.

“Katherine,” I growl into her glistening neck holding her up as tightly as I can.  Her body starts to go lax, but I keep her close to me and press her into the door.  Perspiration covers our skin making us stick together.  I ache for her like this and dread separating from her.  My lips find hers and I kiss her lightly letting her legs slide down back towards the floor feeling myself pull out of her.  Her body shivers and shakes as our skin loses contact.  Quickly, I take the condom off, pull my boxers and jeans up.  I’m not ready to put her back in her clothes yet though so I take her in my arms and lead us to her bed.  My hands continue to roam over her sated and calm body.  When we get into her bed she curls around my body with the comforter covering us in our own cocoon. 

Each time we are together intimately I feel closer to Reed.  I feel amazed that my body can feel the sensations only he can create.   Even more so the emotions that whirl through my mind and heart feel like they are harboring in for a long stay.  Everything feels deeper, like a necessity, like my body and mind might not survive without him.  It feels foreign, but welcomed.  It feels like
more
.  I know I need to tell him these things, but I have to do it in my own way.  He never pushes me harder than I can take, but I want to give it to him freely now. 

His hands and fingers roam freely over and over my body; the only barrier is my sports bra.  I can hear the beat of his heart in my ear that is lying on his beautiful bare chest.  At first it beat fast, almost too fast, but now it has moved into a steady rhythm. 

“You’re so beautiful, Katherine. Perfect. Thank you, I needed you so badly… I think I’m always going to need you like this. I, I,” he shifts his arms to hold me even closer. I can hear it in his voice that he isn’t quite sure how to continue yet I understand the feeling that crept up in us. I’m pretty sure neither of us expected the depths of our feelings and emotions to take over quite like this. Loosening my body from his I arch up and look into his crystal clear blue eyes. His dark lashes hit his cheeks every time he blinks creating a slight shadow. I take one of his hands to my chest pushing it in where I think my heart lies.

“More, this is more, Reed. I,” licking my lips I then make sure to keep my eyes focused on his. “Need you too and I don’t even want to think about not needing you like this. I don’t want to go back, ever.” Then I move my hand to his chest and over his heart before I whisper, “More.”

“God, you have no idea what you are doing to me,” he says clearly and then pulls me down to his lips to kiss me. The kiss grows in passion and exploration as our tongues nip and run across our necks, ears and chests. Pulling back briefly I take my sports bra off and instantly Reed’s hands cup my breasts. Moaning into his chest I drag my hands to his jeans and push them down along with his boxers just enough to spring him free into my hands.

Before I know it I find myself rocking on top of him, sliding myself along him enjoying the pleasures that rise up in me.  He groans and growls with each stroke over him.  Curiously, I really want to sink down and take him in, but I’ve never had sex without a condom.  My body is already quickly building towards another orgasm though and I can’t help but wonder what the contact would feel like.  I’m imagining a closeness like none before.  Panting recklessly on top of him I stretch my arms and hands to grab onto his and lock them to the sides of his head. 

“Shit, baby, let me get a condom on,” he grits out as I continue my grind against him. 

“I don’t think I want to use one…” I say in between my heavy panting. I stop my rocking to take in his facial expression and see strain etched across it.

“No, beautiful, not like this.  You need to make the decision when were not in the heat of the moment.  As bad as I want that we should wait until we can discuss it.”  I bite down on the bottom corner of my lip, but then I’m eager for the friction again so I slide against him.  His thumb pulls my lip free and then he growls out, “Kate, get the condom out of my back pocket now.”  He breaks loose from my weak hold on his wrists and grabs my hips thrusting himself into me almost to the point of entry.  Quickly, I reach into his pocket and pull the condom out.  We work together to slip it on over him and then I position myself and let myself take him all the way in.  Sitting momentarily to adjust to the newness of this position I then slowly begin to sway myself up and down.

Once we both build ourselves up towards ecstasy again I whisper into his ear, “I’ve never done this before, Reed.” I say this purposely knowing that it will turn him on. As if on cue he thrust himself faster up into me and moves his fingers to glide over my core causing my moaning to increase.

“Reed, I’m, I’m, oh please,” I practically scream out in enjoyment.

“Let go, baby,” he pants with his fingers moving circularly and then flickering over sending me into a mind-numbing wave of pleasure and ecstasy. 

“Reed, Reed, Reed,” I continue to chant softly as I ride the wave of sensation. 

“Katherine, damn, I, God, you feel so good.”  With a slowing of thrusts into me we both ride the feeling of bliss.  I collapse down onto him with our breathing in sync as our chests rise and fall in time together.  His fingers lace through my dampened hair and his lips press onto my head repeatedly.

We lie there with our bodies tangled coming down from the high in silence other than our breathing or the sound of our kisses. Eventually, I move myself to sit up aside him and he does the same after removing the condom. I keep the comforter up over me covering my bare body shyly.

“You shouldn’t cover yourself unless you’re cold.  Your body is perfect.  The only affect it has on me is that it turns me on, Kate.”  I smile at him with my lids down and drop my hold on the comforter letting it slip down to my waist.  My breasts exposed with red marks from Reed’s hands.  “That’s better.”  When I look at him his Calvin Klein’s are pulled up, but his jeans aren’t zipped or buttoned.  His muscles ripple from his chest down his abdomen to a taut V shape.  I run my fingers down him enjoying the smoothness and trickle of hair. 

“This is better,” I tell him flirtatiously. 

He leans to me cupping my cheeks in his hands and presses his forehead against mine.  His eyes draw me in with desire, adoration and something that surely must be stronger than love.  “Kate, I, I think I’m-,” I cut him off by pressing my lips to his.  I’m afraid to hear the string of those four letters together. 
What if it’s too soon?
 
Or too much?
 
Or not enough?
  I don’t think I could deal with the lack of meaning or force behind the word.