Desire Unleashed (12 page)

This prolonged closeness after sex was not usual for him. Normally he would just roll over and go to sleep, as would his date. He wasn’t big on pillow talk, and couldn’t for the life of him, remember the last time he cuddled a woman for any length of time after sex.

The women he screwed didn’t expect it. They were of a type that knew the score and played by the rules. Just like him, they were only there to scratch an itch with no strings attached. But with Kathy, it was different. He’d never taken a virgin before, and she was younger than his usual fuck buddies; that had to be why he felt this way. His theory rationalized, his last thought before falling into a deep sleep was that it had indeed been a night of firsts, even down to the fact that he had just let an inexperienced girl jack him off.

A few hours later Ice woke with a start, not sure what had disturbed him, but knowing something was different. He reached for Kathy, but she was gone. The red glowing figures of the digital display registered 03:10 a.m. He wondered where the hell she could be.

The rain was still pissing down, thunder rumbling and rolling overhead, a swift flash of lightning brightened the room, and his question was answered. In the brief moment of illumination, and wearing the shirt he’d discarded earlier that evening, her silhouette was revealed. An ethereal waif framed against the window.

His shirt swamped her small frame, making her look petite and fragile, like an exquisite china doll. Protective feelings surged to the surface, and he threw back the covers and padded up behind her, caging her with his arms.

“What are you doing up, couldn’t you sleep?” As he spoke, he pulled her close so that her back rested against his chest. He lowered his head and nuzzled the hollow of her shoulder. Kathy leaned back against him but remained silent, as if mesmerized by the storm. He was concerned by her behavior and hoped she wasn’t regretting what they’d done.

“Are you okay?” he queried.

“Mm, fine. The storm woke me.”

“You’re cold, come back to bed with me.”

*

Kathy stepped out of Shane’s embrace and turned toward him just as another bolt of lightning flashed. The sight of him rekindled emotions and desires that lay just below the surface as she blatantly admired his naked form. Sculptured male perfection, Adonis reincarnated. Her body was thrown into sensory overload. She wanted to touch, to taste, and feel every inch of him, explore him with her fingers and tongue. Her eyes raked his torso, taking their fill with a burning need. His chest hair angled down and tapered off around his belly to emerge again in a thick curly patch encircling his penis that even at rest was quite impressive. Her fingers itched. She raised her hands, resting one on his shoulder the other stroked the shadowed line of his jaw. Shane was so gorgeous standing there in all his glory, and when he gave her the full advantage of his quirky smile, her bones melted.

The memory of his rough whiskers as they grazed and prodded her flesh, intensifying her pleasure as he took her with his mouth, echoed across her mind. She wanted to be treated like a real woman, and not like some fragile being. She’d waited so long for this night and was disappointed that it had been anticlimactic, but the night wasn’t over yet. Semi-clothed, pheromones running amuck, Kathy made a decision. She wanted him inside of her, not just his tongue, but the full hard length of him. She lifted her chin, cheeks blooming, nipples tightening.

“Make love to me Shane,” she demanded, not caring if he thought her a wanton, just knowing that she needed to have him make love to her right there, right now.

*

Ice was more than a good head taller than Kathy. He dropped his chin and peered down contemplatively into her candid eyes. He hated that expression.
Make love.
Why couldn’t women just call it what it was?
Fucking
. After all, there was no love involved. Still, he was instantly aroused by her words, but didn’t want to cause her any more discomfit. “Are you sure Kathy? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Yes, I’m sure. I want to feel you inside me, now, all of you.” Her reply was assertive and without hesitation, and it gave him a definite buzz. He swept her into his arms and carried her back to bed, but didn’t immediately put her down. Their lips met in an easy caress, and he took a moment to savor her taste before gently placing her on the mattress. When her fingers slipped his shirt from her shoulders, he positioned himself alongside her and silently swore he was going to take it slow, do it right, and not botch it. He was going to be ever so gentle and make it unforgettable for her, like he should have done the first time.

Tentatively, his tongue slipped into the depths of her mouth probing the sweet cavity. Her response excited him. Strange that. He’d never been big on kissing, the act being far too intimate for his liking, but the way she moved her full lips beneath his was starting to bring him to the boil.

This is all about her, asswipe.
The reminder was loud in his head. Obediently, he withdrew his tongue and began nuzzling her neck while his fingers traced her womanly shape. The rise of her hip, the dip of her waist, the fullness of her breast. When he rolled the little bud perched in the center between thumb and forefinger until it was stiff and aroused, Kathy purred. A deeply satisfying sound.

Her hands moved over his chest, stoking him, caressing him, arousing him. Damn, if he didn’t feel like purring himself.

Ice picked up her hand and brought it to his lips for a brief kiss before raising her arms above her head.

“Just lay there Kat, and this time I promise, you won’t be disappointed,” he whispered as he palmed her breast, delighting in the satiny smoothness. His lips found her pebbled peak and he suckled it as he slowly worked his fingers into her hot sex. She was slick, but oh so tight. Gently, he rotated his fingers, pushing deeper, working her pussy with a steady rhythm.

Kathy mewed, arched her body, and writhed, anchoring her hands in his hair. He hooked a finger under her pubic bone and worked the heel of his palm against her mound while the pad of his thumb rubbed her clitoris.

“Please Shane, I want you,” she moaned against his cheek.

Reluctantly, he released her nipple and promised, “Soon babe.” He wanted to keep her riding the crest, prolong her pleasure for as long as he could, take her with his mouth until wave upon wave of orgasmic bliss swamped her. The moment after that thought entered his head, his mouth was on her pussy, his tongue separating the exquisite folds, burrowing deep. She gyrated and bucked against his mouth, and he lapped at her liquid heat until she cried out. Her reaction was like a lit match to tinder, and he throbbed with a burning need. The broken condom sprang to mind.
Maybe I should use two. Nah, one’s bad enough, and lightning never does strike twice.

*

Kathy was almost beside herself with pleasure. Shane’s fingers were weaving their magic deep inside of her, but when his mouth claimed her sex, the sensation was electrifying. Her jagged nerve endings were on fire and she climaxed almost instantly. But as the residual tremors abated, it was his length she wanted inside of her.

“Please Shane, take me now,” she begged.

“I hear you, babe.”

Shane leaned over and grabbed a foil packet from the bedside drawer, ripped it open and dressed his cock. He covered her, his big body dwarfing her smaller frame. “Okay babe?” he asked as he nudged her thighs apart and positioned his penis at her opening.

“God yes.” She breathed. And she’d meant it too, but Shane hadn’t moved inside her more than an inch when she clamped up. He was so big, and the memory of the quick stab of pain was still fresh.

Shane crooned into her ear, “Easy babe, there’s no rush, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want too.”

His words were considerate and soothing, relaxing. But she did want to do this she was just being dumb. Kathy pushed aside her fear. She didn’t speak just opened her legs wider. He got the unspoken message and slid deeper into her welcoming heat.

The softness of her neck tingled where his lips met her skin, and when he reached down between their bodies and stroked her swelling pearl, it felt so good that she responded feverishly, undulating her hips against his and raking his back with her nails.

“You okay, babe?” he asked again as he slowly glided in and out of her. His voice was gentle, and she suspected he was holding back, so verbalized her permission.

“Yes, I’m fine, don’t hold back.”

*

Ice plunged deeper. The velvety walls of her channel pulsated around him, gripping him like a silken fist as their bodies moved in unison. Kathy bucked against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. He quickened the pace. Her breath came in short bursts. Her movements more urgent as he ground his hips into hers.

She cried out his name, and taking his face in her hands, thrust her tongue between his lips. He opened for the kiss; she plundered his mouth and sucked his tongue into her sweet cavern, coming apart in his arms as she did. The sensation was mind-blowing.

Ice lost it and hammered into her. Shards of electricity charged his nerve endings, and he exploded in an array of white light, blinding in its intensity. Her muscles clenched down on him, contracting around his shaft, bringing him to fulfillment, and milking him dry.

Sated. Replete. His heart pounded in his chest as if he’d just run a marathon. Unfamiliar feelings of emotional rawness crowded in on him, and he slumped against her. It was the damn kiss that did it. He hadn’t been prepared for the mind-blowing sensation that ripped down his spine when Kathy suckled his tongue as they climaxed.

Rolling onto his side, he drew her warm body against his. Their breathing still labored as she nestled into the crook of his arm. He subconsciously rubbed her back and kissed the top of her head, her cheek resting against his chest.

“I can feel your heart pounding,” her voice was hushed when she spoke. He guessed she wanted soft love talk, reassurance that it was all good, but he didn’t give her the words, couldn’t give her the words, instead he smoothly moved her out of his embrace and slipped out of bed.

“Back in a sec,” he called, heading for the bathroom.

Once inside, Ice peeled off the condom, elated to find it still intact. After trashing it, he washed up under the taps, rinsed his face, and padded back to the bedroom where Kathy was waiting.

“Shane it was amazing. I never dreamed it could be like that,” she exclaimed as he crawled in beside her.

“I kinda got the idea you liked it when you started purring like a kitty cat.”

She cuddled up to him and lightly slapped his chest. “I do not purr.”

“Meow.”

Kathy sat up and leaned across him, her hair tumbling onto his shoulder, she rested her arm across his chest and supported her chin with her hand.

“I do not purr.” It was a mixture of amusement and disbelief.

“Methinks the lady doth protest too much.”

“Well, maybe a little, but only when you stroke me the right way.” Her laughter tinkled as she bent down to kiss his mouth.

Ice liked that about her, the way she was honest and could laugh at herself. He kissed her back and smoothed the wavy hair from her face. All that long hair cascading over her shoulders and down her back—sexy, so, so, sexy.

“It’s late,” he said, settling her back into the crook of his arm. “Correction, early, and you need to sleep. You have work in the morning.”

“I’m not tired.”

“Shh, I am, go to sleep,” he ordered.

*

Kathy lay quietly in Shane’s arms, sleep the furthest thing from her mind. She was wide-awake, reveling in the afterglow of the hot wonderful love she had just shared with the sexiest man alive.

When she’d arrived at his apartment tonight, perched on the threshold of life and the verge of discovery, she was unsure of herself. On the one hand, she wanted desperately to experience all of life’s intimacies, but on the other, she’d been timid and scared. Living in a sexual vacuum for so long had made her afraid of what lay ahead and of her own perceived inadequacies, but Shane fulfilled all her fantasies, and sex was everything she dreamed it would be and more. Holding that thought, she drifted into a contented sleep and that’s how she stayed until hours later she was awoken by Shane, gently shaking her shoulder.

The pale gray light of dawn seeping through the partially open blinds revealed that he was up and dressed in his uniform ready for work. He cut a dashing figure. She gave him a delighted smile, but as she reached out to him, he stepped back, avoiding her touch as if she had leprosy.

“I’m off to work now. Don’t bother getting up yet, just lock the door on your way out,” he said, shuffling from one foot to the other, his gaze fixed somewhere between the top of her head and the ceiling.

Hurt and confusion sprang to her eyes at his cold rejection. She didn’t trust herself to speak, so just nodded and turned her face into the pillow. And that’s where she kept it until the sound of the front door closing had her quietly slipping out of bed.

Chapter 6

Ice had beaten himself up and had second thoughts over Kathy since he’d left her alone in his bed Monday morning, and he was still in a dilemma. Sure she was different from his other women, but what did he really know about her? Maybe she’d be satisfied keeping things casual, but maybe she’d expect more than he was prepared to give. Hell, of course a girl like her would expect more. He still felt guilty at the callous way he’d just walked out, but he hadn’t wanted to give her any false hopes where he was concerned, and fundamentally, at the time, he’d needed some breathing space to mull over the situation.

Over the last few days he’d given a great deal of thought to what had happened. Hell, that’s practically all he’d thought about. He liked Kathy a lot and didn’t want to hurt her, but no matter what he did or said, hurting her was inevitable, so he decided to make a clean break of it. It would be better for Kathy that way. Of course she’d be upset at first, but she’d get over it. And it would be easier now than if he let the situation continue for a few weeks, which is what he’d rather do, all that hot sweaty sex they could be having, what a waste.