Unbroken Pleasures (2 page)

I couldn’t take
it any longer. I was so close to going over the edge completely that my body
trembled. I stretched my arms around his neck and pulled him to me. I kissed
his lips but he didn’t kiss me back. I kissed his cheeks, his chin, his
forehead and trailed a line of wet kisses along his neck but he didn’t even
lift an arm to embrace me. I sighed and moaned trying to wrap him around me.
His fingers lingered feather light against my sensitive skin making me even
wetter than I’d already been and I was rewarded by a low moan that escaped his
throat. I moaned harder against him. He worked me faster in response.

At this point, I
had nearly dragged him into the shower with me but he didn’t seem to care that
his clothes were getting soaked again. His entire focus was feeling me,
stroking me, pleasuring me, and finally kissing me. He devoured me, his lips
tasting my lips and teasing my tongue without giving up. I fumbled with the
buttons on his coat until I could reach inside to unzip his jeans and massage
the bulge that waited for me. This made him press into me even harder, first
with two fingers and then with three until I could barely take it any longer.

He slammed my
back into the wall and used his free hand to pull my leg around his hips,
stretching my legs apart to give him even better access to the place of my body
that he wanted to possess. I gave myself to him freely arching my back and
pushing my body onto his hand even harder. Water spilled down between us and he
licked away the drops from my neck as I let my head fall back in ecstasy. My
arms and my legs trembled at his touch every time he stopped and gently
caressed and then resumed the touch that I needed even more. He managed to keep
me just at the edge for so long that I could barely stand it.

I reached for
his belt again hoping to free him but he caught my hand and held it over my
head with his free hand while he stroked me enough to finally push me over the
edge. My entire body shook with the exertion of my orgasm as I screamed out
letting my body fall limp in his arms. He kissed me again, gently this time,
looking into my eyes and sighing against me. I could barely stand on my own two
feet but I already knew that this would never be enough. I wanted as much of
this man as he would allow me to take. Time around us felt like it had stopped
as he held me until the water ran cold.

Eventually I leaned
down to turn off the taps and stepped out of the shower to towel myself dry. I
grabbed an extra towel and tossed it in his direction.

“Why don’t you
get out of those wet clothes,” I said seeing that he was dripping all over my
bathroom floor, “and I’ll toss them in the dryer for you.”

He didn’t say
anything. He took the towel I had offered him and used it to mop at his clothes
but it seemed like a useless exercise to me. His coat still hung slightly open
and I couldn’t help sneaking a glance at the bulge in his crotch. It gave me a
new twinge of excitement. My reasons for wanting him out of those clothes
weren’t entirely innocent. I was more than a little disappointed when he seemed
to shrug off my offer.

“You can’t go
out there in wet clothes like that. You must be pruning by now,” I continued
wondering if the desperation that I felt translated into the tone of my voice.
I had just experienced the most amazing orgasm of my life with only his hand.
Was it really so shocking that I wanted to find out what the rest of him would
be like? If he realized what I had in mind, he was doing a pretty good job of
avoiding it. Maybe he only got off on watching? I might have already pushed his
limits by having him touch me.

“I have to go,”
he said in barely more than a whisper. I was too stunned to say anything.
Finished drying off, I wrapped the towel around my naked body and looked at him
as if I didn’t understand what he was saying. I guess on some level, I didn’t.
His eyes roamed over my towel-covered body and he licked his lips again. The
lust still shone in his eyes when he looked at me. Why didn’t he want me to
return the satisfaction that he’d given to me? Was I not being clear enough on
my intentions?

Boldly, I
reached out and let my hand roam his body starting with his cheek and ending at
his groin. I squeezed gently, satisfied at the firmness that I found there. He
didn’t allow my hand to linger. He pulled away and started making his way back
to my front door. I was horrified and humiliated. I’d just given myself over to
a complete stranger and offered him even more and all he could do was turn his
back and walk away from me? I cursed under my breath. It made me want him even
more. I followed after him determined not to let him walk out that door until
he at least told me why.

“Where are you
going?” I said knowing that the words came out sounding angrier than I had
intended.

“I can’t stay,”
he said without turning around to face me, “I’m sorry.” His words were filled
with regret.

He hesitated a
moment at the door as if there was something more that he wanted to say to me
but only silence filled the space around us. I clung tightly to the towel as
the first stabs of regret filled me. What had I just done?

“What’s your
name?” I asked breaking the silence. He didn’t answer so I took a deep breath
and asked the question I dreaded to ask. “Will I see you again?”

“I can’t.”

“What do you
mean, you can’t?” I said with the anger filling me again. I reached out to grab
his shoulder trying to turn him to face me. He couldn’t touch me like that and
tell me that he could never see me again. He turned and faced me, his eyes
searching mine, wishing to communicate something, perhaps some deeply hidden
desire, but he only looked at me with that same lost, lonely look in his eyes
that infuriated me even more.

“Never mind,” I
said giving up, “You were right. You should go. I should have never allowed you
into my home.”

He surprised me
by taking my face in both his hands and kissing me with the same passionate
hunger that had started this whole confusing experience. I tried to pull away
but he kept me locked in place. I put my hands up to fight him off but the
struggle only caused the towel to drop to the floor leaving me once again fully
exposed to him. Even though his eyes were closed as he continued to kiss me, my
nakedness was not missed. He let go of my face and pulled me tight against him
letting his hands wrap around my back and my waist. I felt the stirring in my
groin knowing I still wanted him just as much and it angered me even more. I
was torn between hoping this would turn into something more and wishing that I
could unlock myself from his grip and push him out my door. In the short span
of time I’d interacted with him, no other man had come close to having this effect
on me. I blamed it on my current lack of sleep but somewhere inside I knew that
it was more.

He gripped my
bare bottom in strong warm hand forcing one damp thigh between mine. I rubbed
against him eagerly as his tongue explored my mouth again. I inhaled deeply and
wrapped my hands around his neck refusing to let him out of my grip until he
surrendered to me. He moved his hand between my legs again and rested his palm
against my wetness and I moaned. He just held me there but even without
movement, my excitement grew and I felt him sigh against me. He didn’t want to
leave me but I knew he was going to pull away anyway. I felt him hesitate and
stop kissing me.

I ran my hands
through his hair and looked at him, once again searching for some answer, some
reassurance that I might see him again, that I might one day experience the
sort of pleasure that he could give me but I only saw confusion and sadness.

“We’ll find each
other again,” he whispered at last and those words alone nearly sent me
spiraling into orgasm as his palm still held me firmly between my legs. He let
one finger slip between my folds and I cried out. Then just as quickly he let
me go and without saying another word, he opened the door and walked out into
the first glimpses of dawn while I stumbled after him in a lust-saturated daze.

“Wait,” I said
but he just kept walking, hurrying to the street in the direction from where
we’d come. I wondered how he would get home. Did he live close enough to walk?
Did he have a car parked nearby? I wanted to follow him, determined not to let
him go, but it occurred me halfway down the front walk that I was still
completely naked and I ached for sex. There wasn’t anything else I could do but
watch him disappear.

There I stood
dumbfounded, aroused, and naked in my front yard. The morning chorus of birds
began to chirp and from somewhere I smelled the wafting aroma of fresh coffee
brewing. A new day was dawning but I didn’t want to let go of the night. I
waited there for what felt like an eternity, not bothering to cover my flesh,
not caring if the neighbors looked out their windows.

I knew I needed
to find him again.

Chapter 2

I reached over
and grabbed for the phone as it nearly vibrated off the nightstand. I snatched
it just in time and rolled over in bed, shielding my eyes against the bright
light invading my window. I didn’t bother to look at the caller before I
answered. I already had a pretty good idea who would interrupt my dreamless
reverie.

“Alex, where you
are?” the urgent voice on the other end asked me. I sighed and pressed my head
into the pillow as I closed my eyes trying to come up with a good excuse for
why I was late this time.

“I’m on my way
now,” I lied but I had no doubt that Sylvia could hear the sleep in my voice.
She knew something was up the moment I’d answered the phone. The fact that I
was late only confirmed it.

“You’re still in
bed.” She didn’t ask. She knew me better than that. This wasn’t the first time
that we’d made plans and I’d screwed them up. I listened to her groan and sigh
and imagined that she probably made the dramatic motion of switching her phone
from one ear to the next while coming up with some way to make me feel worse
about the situation than I already did.

“Listen, if it
works out better for you, we can just plan to get together another time,” I
said. I mentally crossed my fingers and hoped she’d agree. I still hadn’t fully
recovered from my unusual experience the night before and honestly, I wasn’t
ready to let go of all the feelings the stranger had stirred inside of me. I
had fallen into a blissful sleep certain that we’d find each other again but as
sleep cleared the cobwebs from my fuzzy sleep-deprived brain, I became less
sure of this fact. Worse yet, I was afraid that if Sylvia saw me now, she’d see
it on me and demand the details. Could I really confess to what I’d done? She’d
consider me off the deep end for sure.

“Don’t be
ridiculous, Alex. I want to see you today. It’s so hard to pin you down to do
anything with me anymore and I’m not giving up on you that easily. You get your
butt out of bed this instant and make your way to Dino’s or I will make a point
of coming over there and dragging you out myself.”

It was my turn
to sigh. I could argue but with Sylvia, there was little point. In the end,
she’d get her way. That’s just the way she was. She’d been my best friend since
we were in grade school and she knew me better than most.

“Give me twenty
minutes to shower and get dressed,” I said finally. She agreed and we ended the
conversation. I tossed the phone back onto the nightstand and pulled myself up
to my elbows. The sheet had fallen away as I slept and revealed the fact that I
was still completely naked. The sight of my body in bright sunlight made me
shudder slightly. I hadn’t been with a man since Ed and I broke up almost a
year ago and before him, I had few serious relationships to speak of. I wasn’t
exactly the sort of girl to go stalking the night in search of prey and lure
him back to my place for hot sex without even asking his name. I shook my head
slowly as if doing so would put the world back into perspective. It didn’t
help.

I slung my feet
over the side of the bed and made my way back to the scene of the crime - my
shower. At least we hadn’t actually had sex, I tried to rationalize. What the
hell was I thinking? I’d practically thrown myself at a man with no means of
protecting myself at all. Maybe Sylvia had a point about my life. I was going
off the deep end in a big way.

I stepped into
the shower and turned on the water letting it cascade over me, careful to
lather my body with soap to wash away any trace of his touch. I closed my eyes
but when I did, I could only see his eyes watching me as he’d pleasured me, the
way he’d stared at me with pure hunger. I still didn’t know what held him back
from taking me right then and there. God knows I was willing. I felt the sting
of arousal in my belly as I remembered him. I didn’t want to feel this way but
I couldn’t will it away.

I hurried
through the rest of my shower and got dressed in a pair of jeans and t-shirt as
I tried to ignore the desire claiming my core. I needed a boyfriend, I decided.
It had been far too long since Ed and I broke up and it wasn’t like I didn’t
have offers for a date now and then. I wasn’t entirely unattractive. I looked
at myself in the mirror as I combed my hair and wondered how I must look to
others - how I looked to him. I sighed, it wasn’t helping. Every time I steered
my thoughts to a new direction, I circled right back to how much I wanted him
to touch me. I put down the comb, grabbed my purse, and ran out the door
without bothering to dry my hair.

“I need your
help,” I said flopping into the booth at Dino’s across from Sylvia. She was
lost in her kindle and didn’t even notice I’d sat down. I uncrossed and re-crossed
my legs in frustration. This was urgent. I couldn’t wait. I needed a man now. I
needed Sylvia’s help. She was far more experienced in these sorts of
emergencies than I was.