The Agreement (21 page)

Damn
them…

"
I
want you."

He just waited, watching me with those eyes. He
was so calm, patient. I didn't know what held me back. Why was it so hard for
me to just lean over and kiss him?

Finally, he exhaled as if he'd been holding his
breath.

"Then
kiss
me."

I closed my eyes, feeling utterly frozen in
place. "I can't."

"Oh,
Kate
…"

Then he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me
on top of him as he lay down on the couch, his head against the armrest. I
couldn't help but straddle his hips, my thighs on either side of his, my hands
holding me up, my face poised directly above his. He pushed my hair away from
my face, tucking it behind my ear, then he slipped his arms around my waist,
pulling my hips against him so that I could feel his erection. It actually made
me tremble.

I closed my eyes and leaned my head down, my
cheek pressed against his.

"Oh,
God
." I practically panted
in his ear but I just couldn’t force myself to
kiss
him. If I did, it
would be game over. This would really happen and it scared me
so much
.

"
Jesus
, Kate, are you that repressed
that you can't even
kiss
me?"

"You said it yourself," I managed to
say. "If I kiss you, you're going to fuck me."

"You said you want me, so just
do
it."

"Why are you making
me
?" I
said, emotion filling me. "You already kissed me
three times
tonight. Why do I have to be the one now?"

"You
have
to be the one."

"Why?"

"You have to say yes. I have to know that
you want me to fuck you. That this is what you
really
want. What you
really
need
. I don't want any doubt."

"Then,
yes
, for Christ's sake,
yes
,"
I blurted out, tears of frustration actually springing to my eyes. "I
want
you to fuck me. I
need
you to fu—"

Before I could say the words, he pulled me down
to him and forced me to kiss him, and I did. I
kissed
him back and when
I did, I felt him relax completely beneath me. With the exception of his
erection, his body was yielding instead of hard, his arms no longer tense, no
longer pulling me against him. He
let
me kiss him. I cupped his cheek,
my fingers threading through his hair while my mouth moved against his, my
tongue searching and finding his.

The kiss went on and on, all the while my body
grew more aroused, if that was even possible. I ground my groin on his
erection, needing to feel it against me, my heart pounding in my ears, a
delicious stab of lust racing through my body at the thought of him entering
me, pounding me from behind like he'd described.

Finally, I pulled away, confused at his lack of
– well, of
anything
.

"I thought," I said, gasping as our
lips parted. "I thought you were going to take control after I kissed
you."

He smiled slowly, his eyes half-hooded.
"Who's to say I haven't?"

"I don't understand. You said—"

"Stop talking."

Then he
did
take control, rising up,
forcing me to sit up as well. Instead of me lying on top of him, he pushed me
down on the couch and now he lay on top of me, his body heavy on mine. He
didn't kiss me. He watched me as he pressed against me. Resting on one elbow so
that his body was poised above me, his eyes never left mine. He trailed his
fingers over my cheek, over my bottom lip, then down the side of my neck to my
throat. His fingers traced the upper curve of my breasts, making me shiver,
then he squeezed one breast through the silky fabric of my dress, his finger
and thumb unerringly finding my nipple and tweaking it, making me gasp, my back
arching.

He smiled and spread my thighs open with a rough
knee, hiking up my dress around my hips, his hand grabbing my mound, his finger
searching for my clit through my pantyhose and panties. Then he pulled his hand
away and ground his erection against me until I groaned, my eyes closing.

"Keep your eyes open."

I opened my eyes to find myself staring into his
determined ones.

Then, he rose up between my thighs and reached
for my pantyhose, grasping the waistband and removing them, pulling them down
and off me.

"From now on, you're only wearing garters
and nylons when you're with me. No underwear."

When he reached for my panties and pulled at
them, I took in a deep breath, my heart racing, knowing this was it. He pulled
them off me and I was bare from the waist down. Instinctively, I drew my knees
together, but he deliberately spread them again with his hands until my thighs
were wide open, exposing myself to him, the air cool on my heated flesh.

"Oh, you’re so nice and
wet
."

At that, I tried to cover myself up, embarrassed
that I was so wet. I wanted to run to the bathroom and wash myself.

"I should take a bath…"

He made a face. "What?
No
. Kate,
you're supposed to be wet. Your scent makes me rock hard. I can't wait to taste
you."

Then he stood and pulled me up as well so that
we were standing by the couch. I felt dizzy, my head spinning just a bit at the
abrupt transition. He turned me around and undid my zipper, pulling the
shoulders of my dress down from behind. He pushed my hair out of the way, his
mouth on my neck. He bit my shoulder but not hard enough to hurt. My dress
slipped off and down my arms so that I was standing in my bra and nothing else.
While still behind me, he ran his hands over my hips and around to my belly,
then up until he cupped each breast briefly, squeezing them through the lacy
black fabric. I leaned back against him, my eyes closing as he touched me so
gently, his erection still pressed against me from behind. His fingers pulled
the lacy cups of my bra down so that my breasts jutted out over top of the fabric,
my nipples puckering in the cool air. The palms of his hands grazed my nipples
and I couldn't help but gasp.

He embraced me from behind, one hand below my
breast, the other sliding down my skin over my belly and then lower to my
mound, barely touching me, then down to my thighs.

"Spread your legs," he said, his tone
authoritative, but his voice still warm.

I complied and his hand moved back to my labia
very lightly without touching my inner lips or clit. All the while, he licked
my neck, sucked the skin on my shoulder, biting me softly.

Then he pulled me around to face him and removed
my bra, unclasping the hook in front so that my breasts spilled out. He threw
the bra on the floor, and just stared at me, his gaze moving over my body from
my face to my thighs and then back.

I couldn't help but move to cover up, but he
stopped me, his hands holding my arms.

"Don't cover yourself," he said, his
voice firm. "You look so delicious, I want to lick you. I want to run my
tongue over every inch of you."

He did nothing, just stood there staring at my
naked body, letting that sink in and the thought of his mouth on me, of him
licking me, sent a stab of lust through me.

He'd barely touched me, but I was more aroused
than I had ever been before.

"Undress me."

I swallowed and stepped closer, reaching for his
shirt. His eyes never left my face as I pulled his shirt out of his pants and
then unbuttoned it. I took each hand and unbuttoned the cuffs, then pulled the
shirt off him, leaving him bare-chested. His abs were well-developed, a
washboard six pack, his pecs large but not overly, a trail of dark hair leading
from his navel to beneath his trouser waistband. His erection pressed against
the fabric of his trousers, and when I started to unbuckle his belt, my fingers
grazed it and he made this sound in the back of his throat. I unzipped him, his
pants dropping and he stepped out of them. He wore boxer briefs in black, and I
almost gasped when I saw how large he really was.

I hesitated when it came to removing his briefs,
but took in a breath and pulled them down so that his erection sprung out,
heavy and thick and long, the head smooth and wet with fluid that had leaked
out, leaving a spot on his briefs. He stepped out of them and now all that
remained were his socks. I rolled each one off his foot, my face next to his
cock, unable to avoid looking at it.

He was so beautiful, his skin pale. His cock was
beautiful, long and thick and pink, a prominent vein running up the shaft.

"See how ready I am for you?"

I glanced up into his eyes, which were dark, no
trace of humor in them now. I quickly stood and waited for his next command.

"Touch me. Feel how hard I am because of
you."

I did, grasping him, stroking up his length to
the head. He
was
hard and my body responded to the feel of him in my
hand. I imagined how he'd feel inside of me, filling me up, the pressure
intense.

He was almost as big as Big.

"Kneel down and lick me. Taste me," he
said. I did, kneeling as he instructed, and with one hand, I grasped him and
directed the head to my lips, licking the head all around, his fluid salty.

"Suck me."

I took the head into my mouth with soft lips, my
tongue rolling around the head, stroking the underside and he gasped. At the
sound of his pleasure, my body responded, a thrill racing through me.

I felt his cock jump in my mouth and I sucked
the head in further, moving my wet lips over him slowly. He let me do this for
a few moments, then reached down and guided my head, increasing the speed,
pushing inside my mouth a little deeper. His breathing became more intense and
he thrust his hips just a bit each time, pushing deeper into my mouth but not
so deep that I gagged.

I glanced up at him with his cock in my mouth.

"That's so
good
, Kate."

Then he pulled me off him and kissed me, dragging
me with him back towards my bedroom.

"Do you have any condoms?"

I shook my head. "No," I said,
embarrassed. "I haven't had sex for a long time. I wasn’t planning… "

"That's all right," he said, stopping
by the coat tree, reaching into a pocket inside his lapel. "I honestly
didn't really think we'd end up here, but I brought a couple just in case lady
luck smiled down on me." He pulled out a couple of condoms in foil packs
and smiled. "I prefer bareback and we will once we're both tested and
clear. Are you on the birth control pill?"

"Yes," I said. " I'm on the pill
and I was tested a few months ago. There's been no one for a year."

He ran his hand through his hair. "Look,
Kate, I get tested regularly and I make sure all my partners are tested. I'm
clean." He shook his head. "But until we both get the all clear? We
have to use these."

I nodded. "You’re the doctor."

"Doctors still get HIV."

"I trust you."

He took my hand and led me to the bed. Sitting
on the edge, he directed me between his spread thighs, burying his face between
my breasts. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against him, then his
mouth claimed first one then the other nipple, his tongue wet and warm against
them, the tugging as he sucked sending a delicious thrill through my body, making
me gasp. He squeezed my breasts while he sucked, working me up even more, my
body feeling so swollen and aching.

He turned me around, pushing me onto the bed so
that I lay back, closing my eyes, letting him have his way with me. He lifted
my thighs so that they were spread wide, then he opened one of the packs and
held the condom out to me.

"Put it on."

I sat up and held the condom, unsure how to do
it. "I've never…"

"You've never put a condom on a man?"

"They always did it."

"Hold the top between your finger and thumb
and then place it over the head. Unroll it over the head and down as far as it
will go."

I followed his instructions, amazed at how big
he was, my breath shallow from arousal. Then he pushed me back against the bed
again and kissed me as he slid his cock against me, rubbing the head against my
clit while he held my hands firmly in one of his above my head. My heart was
beating so fast, my face hot, my thighs trembling.

"You're so nice and wet, Kate," he
said, sliding the head of his cock up and down against my clit and it felt so
good I groaned out loud, unable to stop myself. "Oh, you like that do
you?"

He kept rubbing me like that, the pleasure
building inside of me. Then he pressed the head against the entrance to my
body, sliding it just an inch inside me, then back up and around my clit,
repeating that over and over again, entering a bit deeper each time.

"It's been a while, hasn't it, since you
had a cock inside of you."

I didn't say anything. I wasn't going to mention
Big, although I'd never managed to get Big more than a couple inches inside.
With that, he shoved himself a little deeper into me, the pressure intense. He
was bigger than anyone I'd been with before.