Then Kiss Me (14 page)

And then I felt him—for the first time in a long time, I felt a man’s swollen,
steely
penis up against me, needing me, wanting me, desiring me, only me.  I felt him
up against my leg
, throbbing and pulsing,
rock hard,
and just feeling his desire made mine grow.  My panties grew wet as I yearned for his touch.  I could hardly wait, and yet I wanted this time together to last forever.

Instead, we kept kissing, each of us seeming to relish the moment.  It was as though we’d been made for each other, like our bodies belonged together.  I was ready to completely surrender myself to him.  He was ready too, that much I knew, but he didn’t do anything more.  His hands stayed safely at my sides
, holding me gently
.

And, finally, he stood up and then grabbed my hands, pulling me up too.  He looked at me.  I’m sure I looked confused.  “Look, Casey,
you’ve had too much to drink.  I don’t want to—”

“What?”  I laughed.  “Yeah, I’m feeling good, but—”

“We shouldn’t do this.  I’m not going to take advantage of you.”

“Are you crazy?”

“No.  Believe me, there is nothing I would like better than to make love to you.”  He brushed a piece of hair out of my face with his hand.  “But I don’t want you to hate me tomorrow.”

I grabbed him around his torso and pulled him close
again
. 
H
is fingers
were
laced through my hair.  “I’m a big girl, Scott.  Hell, I’m a divorced woman, okay?  And I haven’t been with anybody in a long time.”  I tried to do a mental calculation.  Considering Barry and I hadn’t slept together the last few months of our marriage, it had been at least six months, maybe longer
, since I’d felt a man’s touch
.  I wasn’t quite sure.  And I wasn’t sure the last time I’d enjoyed sex with abandon.  I lowered my voice and pressed my nose to his.  “And I want
you
.”  He was considering it; I could tell that much.  “And I
don’t
want to wait.”
  I licked my bottom lip.  “Trust me…I wanted you just as much when I was completely sober.”

A slight smile crossed over his face, and then his eyes grew dark.  His fingers
in my hair
drew my face to his, and we were kissing again, harder, more passionately, more urgently.  I grabbed the bottom of his shirt, and we broke away to pull it over his head.  I
ran my hands slowly up his torso—rock-hard, each muscle defined; I was sure another soft groan escaped my lips as I enjoyed touching his perfect body.  I ran my hands up his
pecs
to his shoulders and moved down his arms that were making their way past my shoulders to my waist.  Oh, yes…I was being transported to paradise.

Scott was a new experience for me.  Barry and I had been married for more than four years, and I’d been with him exclusively for over five. 
So all my most recent sexual memories involved him.
  Barry was tall and wiry; he had muscles like any man, but he didn’t have definition like Scott’s.  I could’ve run my hands over his chest dozens of times that night and felt satisfied.  He was all man, testosterone-fueled and driven to definition by punishing his own body.  But his pain became my pleasure. 
Except
while I enjoyed touching the flesh of his chest and abdomen, I had other plans.

Next thing I knew, he was pulling my shirt over my head.  He was looking down with what appeared to be approval—maybe of my body, maybe of my awe of
his
. 
I tried not to worry about it.  I could hear my mother’s voice in my head telling me I was too thin.  Sure, my D boobs had become Cs, but I wasn’t bony.  I was thin but I had no ribs sticking out.  Scott didn’t seem to have a problem with the way I looked, so I tried not to think about it.

Meanwhile, m
y fingers would
n
’t stop tracing all the hard ripples his sinew made in his flesh.  He whispered, “It
has
been a while, hasn’t it?”

“Too long,” I said, and he gently lay me back on the bed.  He lay on his side next to me, one of his hands caressing my breast through the lacy sheer white bra.  I kissed him again, and he pulled me close, his hand moving to my back.  In an instant, he reached back and unclasped my bra.  It loosened, and I straightened my arm to help him remove the strap.  He let go, and it fell to the bed, still hanging on my other arm.  He caressed my breast again, kissing me harder.  My head swam—maybe it was the alcohol, but I was sure it was the passion I was feeling.  I kicked my shoes off with my feet, and I felt him kick his off too. 
Then his index finger started tracing a pattern around my exposed nipple.  So far, what he was doing had been perfect and I was already teetering on the edge of what would likely be an explosive orgasm.

I gasped as his lips moved to my neck, then down to that same nipple he’d been touching.  His tongue traced around it just like his finger had, and my breath became jagged.  My nerves were begging for him to touch me more, touch me harder,
fuck
me deeply.  But I didn’t say a word, knowing the more patient I
was
,
the more my body’s response
would pay off spectacularly.

I was ready to go further—much further.  As my hand moved back over his stomach, I stopped.  I unbuttoned his jeans and ran my fingers through the hair around his bellybutton, teasing, trying to heighten his arousal.  Maybe he didn’t need more arousing, but I hadn’t either.  I just wan
ted him feeling as good as I was
.  I brushed my fingertips along his waistband to his back, tickling gently with my fingernails.  I traced them back to the front again.  Not once did he let up from kissing me.  Sometimes he would kiss me slowly, gently, but when I incited him more, his kisses became harder, driving, and passionate.  But no matter how he kissed me, he seemed to be in complete control.  My hands continued moving, now working their way under the elastic of his boxers.
  I couldn’t help but find his cock, and it was still hard and throbbing.
  The tip was already wet, ready to punish me, and I twirled my thumb around the crown, lubricating him.
 
Then
I stroked hi
s length
, caressed him, squeezed him, anticipating the moment
when he’d drive himself into me and I’d release around him, feeling like a new woman.  He let out a deep breath but made no other sound.  He paused as though he had to get his bearings.

He pulled away slightly and put his hands under my arms.  He pulled me the rest of the way onto the bed, looking at me with his dark, lustful eyes, not saying a word.  He was ready for action.

Quickly, he unbuttoned my jeans, and I could feel the strength in his hands as they touched my super-charged flesh.
  At this new angle, I had to release his cock, but he didn’t seem to mind.
 
Like a master, he pulled my jeans and panties off quickly and efficiently.  But he slowed down, sitting on the foot of the bed, and he pulled off one of my socks and then the other.  His jeans
, though unbuttoned and unzipped,
were still on.  He held my leg up to his lips and kissed my ankle.  I looked up at him.  Would he just get up here and fuck the shit out of me already?  I was desperate.

Oh
…but I’d misunderstood.  He got back on the bed and slid his hands up
the inside of
my legs.  I felt myself writhing, aching for him to
just touch me
.  My eyes rolled back in my head and I pushed my head into the pillow, a heavy sigh escaping my lips.
  As his hands traveled up my thighs, he spread them apart, and I was more than willing for him to touch me
any way he wanted
.
  I
wove
my finger
s through my hair to stop my hands
from touching myself in impatience.

His ran his thumb up my slit, and it was a delicious preview of what was to come.  “Oh, Jesus,” I breathed, urging him to stop teasing.  And the next thing I knew, his tongue was on my clitoris, slowly at first
, and a throaty utterance flooded out of my mouth.  Before I could catch my breath, he’d
sped
his tongue up to keep up with the insistent beat of the music.  “
Mmmm
,” I purred as his tongue continued lapping at me, causing my muscles to tighten.  But then I felt my thighs starting to sh
udder
, ready to collapse in orgasm, and I had no control over it.  I was panting and realized my fingers were wound through his hair
now
.  His hands pressed into my thighs were almost exerting too much pressure, but the pleasure I was feeling kept distracting me from the pain.  And then, suddenly, I felt an incredible orgasm wash over me, and a long, low moan flooded from my lips.  Wave after wave flowed over me, through me, and then I felt a chemical reaction in my body as endorphins pumped through my veins, relaxing me from head to toe.

Scott kissed my thigh and looked up at me, grinning.  I smiled back.  It was weak, but it was there.  “Fuck,” I breathed.  He stood up and reached into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet.  Then he pulled
his jeans
off.  He took a condom out of his wallet and pulled his boxers
down
.

Oh, shit
.  He was
beautifully stiff and
well endowed. 
Yum
.
  Bring on round two.  My smile was wider now and my breathing once again quickened in anticipation.  I wouldn’t mind another orgasm this soon, no matter how exhausted I felt.
  He slid the condom on and locked eyes with me.

In just a few seconds, he was over me, consuming me in a kiss.  My legs, bent at the knees, were in a
V
, begging him to enter me
.  I tilted my pelvis, inviting him in.
  This time, when he bent his head forward, his lips met mine with force. 
Sweet Jesus.
 
My response to him had whipped him
into
a frenzy
, and I was in for a wild ride.  I wrapped my arms around his waist and drew him close.  And then he slid in, slowly at first.  “Oh, God,” I moaned,
as he filled me.  I gulped air in jagged breaths, already at the brink once more.
  He sped up and I opened my eyes, wanting to see him.  His eyes were closed, clamped shut, as though he were concentrating.  If I wasn’t mistaken, he was teetering on the edge of climax too, and he was trying to prolong the buildup as long as he could.

Bu then he started
moving more quickly, unable any longer to deny the instincts his body was forcing him to obey.
 
Not only did his body’s needs demand it, but the music’s beat was no doubt wound into his mind, urging him to keep time with his rhythm.  Fuck…it was sexy as hell, and some part of me realized I had never made love to metal music before.  It hadn’t been Barry’s “thing.”  It quickly became my thing as I felt how it changed and drove our lovemaking.

I moved my hands up to
Scott’s
shoulder blades.  The strength I could feel through his muscles only added to my aroused state.  I was gasping, getting closer, and I knew he was on the brink too.  He was focused on just one thing.  All else was distraction, including my fingertips scratching a trail of fire down his back.
  I gritted my teeth and opened my eyes again.  This time, his eyes were open too, but he looked like a man possessed.  His eyes were smoldering, on fire, and just seeing him look at me like that pushed me over the edge.  I had thought a smirk was going to cover my lips but instead my body betrayed me and my eyes fluttered closed as I became consumed by another orgasm.  I groaned
and continued grind
ing my pelvis into him so that I could derive maximum pleasure from each slamming stroke he delivered.  My mind skyrocketed
into the ether
, and I could no longer think coherently.
  I lost complete control, moaning
loudly,
grateful for both the music in Scott’s room and the music below drowning out my sounds to all except the one man they were meant for.  And if I’d thought I was anywhere near being done, I was kidding myself.  My thighs throbbed in response to his rhythmic pounding, each pulse sending new undulations of pleasure tingling through every pore of my body…of my fucking mind.  My fingernails dug deeper into his back.

When I was able to focus again, I saw he was at that point too.  He was biting his lip and he looked almost angry, but I knew he was just holding on.  “Fuck…that was incredible,” I breathed, my lips next to his ear.  And then he could hold it no longer.  He slammed into me hard, paused,
then
slammed again…and again.  And then he remained still for a moment while he was overcome by the same incredible feeling I’d just enjoyed moments earlier.

I could smell his skin, his shoulder right next to my lips.  I had to taste him again.  I just couldn’t resist, and I took his neck in between my lips
.  I felt him let out a big breath of air and he laid his head next to mine face down on the bed.