Loving Lena (6 page)

“I wasn't finished.” She licked her lips while staring at his hard length. Her hand reached for his erection again.

“I want to be inside you.” He held her shoulders tight, blocking her movements.

She looked up at him, considering. She'd missed this portion of lovemaking. “You taste really good.” Licking her lips, she leaned into him, reaching for his rod.

His smile was more of a grimace as he moved them backward. “Thanks. I plan on feasting on your pussy real soon.” She climbed on the bed, his hand on her back. “But first, I need to do this.” A thick finger traced the top of her back and ended between her legs. Arching her back, she trembled in the awakened feelings. Doggie had always been her favorite position. She spread her legs further apart, allowing him all the access he wanted. Lord, did he take advantage. His fingers penetrated her sheath, stroking and hitting her spot.

“Ah, yeah. Juicy, just the way I like it.” Her pussy wept with joy. It'd been so long. Her legs trembled as he played her body. Sparks flew beneath her closed eyelids as her core tightened. He stroked her spot repeatedly. She tightened. Her breath labored. The tsunami within her rose. Spiraling higher, tighter, and then she exploded. Light before darkness. Her body shook under its force. An arm snaked around her waist, holding her upright. A tearing sound competed with her moans before she felt the force of his entry.

One push and he filled her to the max. She shot forward, instinctively trying to give her quivering walls more room to accommodate the huge invasion. Soothing words echoed in the room. He waited. Gradually, she relaxed and took more of him. He pulled back and surged in again. It felt better. Slowly, he pumped into her. It felt good. She backed into his thrusts, wanting it faster, harder. Something elusive had returned. The slapping of flesh and grunts mixed with the crescendo of the jazz, creating the sounds of the night. My God, how had she lived without this the past five years?

“For the record,” he grunted as he pounded her, “I don't fuck men. Ever. Pussy is what I need, want, and this is so damn good.”

“Ahhh” she groaned. His hands tightened on her hips as his hips bucked faster. Harder. Deeper. She was close. Her toes curled as he pumped in and out. “So good,” she moaned loving the friction, the feeling. Squeezing her inner wall, she delighted when his rhythm broke.

“Damn, do that again,” he begged. She tightened her muscles. He went wild. His hips flexed and pistoned into her. Without warning, her orgasm overwhelmed her senses. Her body shook as waves of mind boggling pleasure swept through her. Moments later, a loud roar filled the room as he found his fulfillment.

They collapsed onto the bed. Sweat and body fluid mixed. The smell of sex perfumed the air. Her heart galloped as she tried to breathe. He pulled her close, his chin resting on the top of her head. She couldn't move. Her sated body drifted, but before she fell asleep she'd swear he’d said, “Mine.”

Lena woke with a gasp. The unfamiliar walls blurred in the distance. She attempted to move, to get her bearings, but was pinned down. Her eyes followed the muscular thigh upward until it reached Kurt's sleeping face. Memories from the night before flooded her mind. Eyes closed. She waited for the familiar rush of embarrassment. Heat flushed her body in remembrance of the things she’d allowed him to do. The man fucked like a machine. And she’d enjoyed every moment.
If only Elijah
—

No
, she stopped herself. This is a new day. A new page. But… worrisome thoughts crept in her mind.
What if he’s like Elijah
?

He’s not. She refuted with less certainty than she’d like. He and Jeff were close friends.
Just like Elijah and Anthony
. Jeff had been furious with Kurt’s ex last night. But he was all over Faye, her mind argued. Neither man acted gay.

How do you know
? Elijah didn’t act as if he was gay. She tried to blow off the thought. Rationally, she knew it was unlikely the man next to her was like her ex-husband. But damn, those doubts wouldn’t leave her in peace. Inching forward, she needed to place some distance between them to think.

“Where’re you going?” The hand tightened around her waist. Her eyes closed as the deep, dark cadence stroked her insides, igniting a fierce hunger.

“Bathroom,” she mumbled. A battalion of emotions hammered at her. Anger at Elijah for making her doubt everything. Lust for Kurt’s hot body and uncertainty about the situation. Was she destined to second-guess every man she met because of her horrible experience?

“Hurry back.”

She moved to the side of the bed as he released her. His hand played with her fingers. She glanced at the mischievous glint in his eye and pulled her hand free. He chuckled, a nice masculine sound.
What did you expect him to sound like
? He wasn’t one of those down low men. Right? No, he’s a man.

Exasperated with the flow of her baffling thoughts, she hit the bathroom, using it as a place of refuge. Grasping the edge of the sink, she inhaled to calm herself. Kurt was sexy, handsome, and successful. All the things a real man should be, right? Then why was she peeking into his medicine cabinet? What did she hope to find? A clue into his sexuality? Closing the cabinet, she turned on the sink. Her hands shook as she tried to lasso her wild thoughts together. Calm was the order of the day. Besides, his medicine cabinet looked like her ex-husband’s. That wasn’t reassuring.

After splashing water onto her face and taking care of her hygiene, she left the safety of the bathroom. Her eyes took in the décor of the room. He appeared to be neat. Everything matched. Could be a carryover from when he was married.
Stop!
You’ll make yourself crazy. She scolded herself.

“You okay?” Kurt lay on the bed, his head rested on his palm as he watched her. A tiny frown marred his brow.

Embarrassed at the directions of her thoughts, she pasted on a smile and nodded. “It’s all good. I'm hungry. You?”

He threw his legs over the bed and stood naked in front of her. “If I feed you, can we come back to bed after? I’m nowhere near finished with you.” She exhaled, as he pulled her close. He wants more sex, that’s a good sign. Right?

“Thanks, I didn’t eat much last night and then you wore me out.”
Talk nasty, dirty. Let me know you prefer women
.

His hand rubbed between her legs. “Baby, we haven’t really gotten started. But we will.” He leaned forward, taking her lips between his teeth. “You taste good.” He rubbed against her clit. “Everywhere.” He looked at her, his eyes darker than normal. She cried out as his finger thrust inside her, pumped a few times before he pulled out and slowly sucked her juices from his finger. “I’ll feed you, so you can feed me.”

Her heartbeat picked up.
He really wants me
. “Oka..aay,” she stuttered. He nodded and left to shower and dress.

They settled into the booth at the diner. After looking over the menus, they placed their orders. Their eyes locked. “Down low, last night, what happened?” he asked surprising her. The man was a fast thinker. She needed to watch that. Ashamed and not sure why, she answered without censoring her words.

“I caught my husband in bed with his best friend.” She paused at the question in his eyes. “Anthony.”

“Anthony? A man? He cheated on you with a man?” The incredulity in his voice soothed her bruised ego. “How? I mean...was he with someone in your house?”

“No.” She paused. “Anthony was the music minister for our church.”

“Church?”

“My ex is, or was, a Pastor. He's on probation or something like that now.” His eyes widened, but he remained silent allowing her to continue. “Anthony was sick, so I took some soup to his apartment. We all had keys to each other's homes. When I walked in, I heard noises. Thinking he was sick I rushed to the back and saw them going at it.” Her voice lowered at the end. In her mind's eye, she saw the men in action.

He rose, walked to her seat, and pulled her close. “I see why you're feeling conflicted.” He rested his chin on the top of her head. “There's no way to prove I'm not down-low. All I can say is I'm not into men at all. I hope you'll allow time to be the judge.” He looked down at her. “I'm asking for a chance to prove all men aren't the same.”

Lena's heart raced. She thought she heard her Nana's soothing voice, encouraging her to live and not close herself off. Fear still held her within it's grip. People lied all the time. But the sting of Elijah's defection didn't hurt as bad. Kurt’s affection had done a good job of easing the hurt of her ex's defection.

“We'll see.” She needed time to make sure she was ready for more than sex with Kurt. He rocked her world last night and probably would continue to do so today. But, did he get her? She wanted someone who saw beneath the skin and allowed her to be herself. Time out for not being real, she’d done that for five years and suffered for it. Her head was out of the sand and she wanted to embrace life head on.

Later, lying in bed, Kurt pulled Lena close to him. “When is the divorce final?”

“I'm not sure. There's a separate law-suit going on. My attorney thinks we'll get a large settlement.”

“Why?”

“My father-in-law hit me when I told him about Elijah and Anthony. I called the cops, and the cop that came, covered it up. He lied and made it seem as though nothing happened to protect my father-in-law.” The calmness of her voice hit him harder than the words at first.

Kurt sat up and stared at her. “He hit you?” His hand tightened around her arm.

“He bitch slapped me. I hit the ground,” she said not wanting to dwell on the ugly event. “From what I understand, he's catching hell behind it.”

“Let me get this straight,” he said shaking his head as if to clear it. “Wait, wait, first off, does your ex know his old man hit you?”

“He was sitting in the room.” Kurt jumped from the bed and pulled on his pants. “What are you doing?” she yelled. His tight red face and neck scared her as well as his jerky movements.

“I gotta handle something. I'll be back in a few.” He moved toward the door, fists balled.

“Kurt!” she yelled.

Jaw clenched, he stopped and stared at her.

“I'm in the middle of a lawsuit. Don't mess with him.” A stubborn glint filled his eyes. “I mean it. I'm getting the old goat back, but I'm handling it my way.” She pointed at him. “Don't interfere.”

She crossed her arms, pushing her bare breasts upward. After a stare down moment, his eyes settled on her nipples, which peaked in appreciation.

“Understand this, I can't let any man get away with mistreating you.” His voice sounded ragged, as if torn from his gut. “After the lawsuit, I will deal with that bullshit.” Before she could answer, he tackled her down to the bed, pinning her arms above the waist.

“He's an old man,” she protested as his firm lips latched onto her breasts.

Her heart crowded her throat. His defense of her stole her breath and sent tingles down her spine. God, she missed being able to depend on someone. With Elijah, she’d been in charge of everything, from repairs to congregational squabbles. More than once, contrary members had threatened her. Many times, she'd been afraid to relay her husband's directions to the volunteers who wanted public acknowledgment for anything they did, including taking out the trash. Her husband never backed her, never chastised the members when they were rude and disrespectful to her. At first, being in a strange town, she'd been on her own and terrified. That’s when she and Anthony became close. He’d helped her navigate unfamiliar waters.
Enough, stop thinking about them
. The heat from his lips drove every thought other than him from her mind.

“Don't matter,” he mumbled changing to the other breast.

She writhed beneath him, caught up in the fiery heat he'd created. “I wanna move,” she moaned as she tried and failed to release her hands. Her fingers itched to touch him, to move him, to hold him.

“Be a good girl and let me work this. I can't go hurt the bad guys. I need to release this tension.” She rolled her eyes before they closed in ecstasy. The man's lips and mouth were lethal. He nipped her neck before latching onto her nipples again.

Releasing her hands he instructed, “Don’t move.” His lips and tongue journeyed south, tasting and teasing her flesh along the way.

“It feels so good,” she moaned, her hips lifting into his caress. He held them up to his lips and feasted between her legs. She bucked forward, loving the sensation. Begging for more, she humped his mouth.

“Ohmigod, ohmigod, Kuuuurt!” she screamed as her legs shook and waves of pleasure signaled her release. Slowly, he lay her hips flush on the bed, his tongue lapping the remnants of her explosion.

“You taste so damn good. I'd like you for breakfast every morning.” He kissed her puffy lips, rose and kissed her mouth. She moaned at the mixture of flavors, herself and him. Tasty. Distantly, she heard the tearing of foil, moments later her hot core was stuffed full of ten inches of man. Widening her legs, she offered herself up to his mastery.

Doubts about his sexuality tried to take root and derail her fun. Neither her body nor mind was having it. Every part of her decided to give Kurt a shot. If he could fuck her into a coma, like he was in the process of doing, and take on a man, then bring it on. She'd deal with that bridge later. Right now, she enjoyed the attention of a handsome, sexy man. That was all she could hope for. The next moment, all thoughts vanished as he stroked her hot spot and sent her mind on a separate assignment while her body exploded.