by Gow, Kailin
“I understand you have the company car and my bodyguard is with you, too. I need you to pick me up at nine thirty where you dropped me off yesterday. You know, the apartment building we camped out in front of for a few hours.”
“I remember it very well. Beautiful lady, sir.” Eddie breaks the stanch professionalism he usually upholds with me. He knows very well Kathryn isn’t the typical woman I’ve pursued in the past. He’s never witnessed me pursue anyone, really. Sure he’s heard me fucking plenty of women in the backseat, likely seen an eyeful or two over the last couple of years, but my actions with Kathryn are so out of character for me, even normally silent Eddie can’t seem to keep his comments to himself.
“Her name is Kathryn, and beautiful doesn’t even come close to describing her.” I grin thinking about her last night in the shower. As long as I live, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget the sight of her at that moment. It’s seared into my brain.
“Well, sir. I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but I’m happy for you. When I met my wife, no other woman existed for me after that day.”
“So you knew when you met her that something was different?” I need to hear more details from Eddie, because I want to compare notes with him. I have no real frame of reference for what’s happening between Kathryn and me.
“Pretty much. There was just something about her. I couldn’t really put my finger on it at the time. But I’m convinced now, looking back, it was love at first sight.” I hear a definite smile in Eddie’s voice.
“Thanks, Eddie. Will see how things go.” I don’t want to get my hopes up as I’m charting new waters with Kathryn, but I haven’t been the same since I first met her. “See you at nine thirty sharp. Have the bodyguard meet me in the lobby.”
“Yes, sir.” Eddie replies quickly before I end the call.
I decide to email Mrs. Carter and let her know I will be late to the office and instruct her to clear my calendar for the day. I need some time to wrap my head around the events of the last forty-eight hours. Maneuvering and conquering my day-to-day meetings will have to wait until Monday. I’ll just stick to catching up and answering emails.
After reading through a few emails from my public relations department and head attorney, I see they have everything under control. I have a good group of people around me: smart, talented, and fully capable of handling a crisis like this. My employees are treated with the utmost respect and enjoy the above-average pay scale I provide them.
I turn off my phone in hopes the battery will last until I make it to the office, then return it to rest on the dresser. A hunger to be with Kathryn again hits me, and I believe it may be time for a little breakfast in bed. I smile to myself, appreciating my little double entendre. A sweet little bite of Kathryn sounds quite delicious to me. The thought of tasting her against my tongue makes my cock twitch.
Walking the short distance back to her bedroom, I reenter her suite to see the bed empty. My hopes of rejoining her under the covers are dashed. As I stand there pouting, she exits the bathroom suite and comes to a stop when I catch her eye. The mere sight of her increases my heart rate.
Her hair is a disarray of raven curls. Her pink nighty becomes almost translucent as faint rays of sunlight escape from cracks in the drawn curtains, illuminating her curves.
She’s looking at me shyly with her head tilted to the side. I detect a slight uneasiness in her mood as she eyes me. I grin reassuringly at her and watch her face light up in a smile, too. The confident Kathryn has returned.
I move toward her without even a thought and take her into my arms. I grab her face in my hands and kiss her deeply, wanting to possess her completely.
I kiss the corner of her mouth, and my lips make a trail to her neck. She tilts to the side, allowing me better access as I lightly nibble on her skin. Kathryn relaxes in my arms when her back sways, and I know she’s mine for the taking. And dammit, I want to take her back to bed; there’s still time before I have to leave her apartment and face reality.
“Did you think I’d left you?” I whisper into her ear, kissing and sucking on the small lobe. “And didn’t even leave behind a note of thanks. Would that have upset you?”
“Not particularly,” she answers me with her lips against my ear now. However, the answer isn’t what I was expecting.
“What do you mean? ‘Not particularly’?” Her words send a blow to my pride, even if I did egg her on for an answer.
“Something told me I wasn’t just a one-night stand with you.” She emphasizes her point by poking a finger in my rib. I’m certain there was a mischievous glint in her eyes, too.
“Touché, once again.” She knows exactly what effect she has on me. “You’re the first woman I’ve awakened to see the sun with.”
“For some reason, I find this fact rather sad versus flattering.” Her gaze is now one of tenderness as she rubs my jaw soothingly with her fingers.
Truthfully,” she continues, “I heard you in the guest room talking to someone on the phone. I figured you were tending to your empire and couldn’t be bothered.” She raises her head looking up at me, since I’m now standing tall, towering over her.
“The empire is still afloat. No sinking ships at the moment.” I twirl a strand of her hair around my finger. “If you hadn’t heard my voice, you still wouldn’t have been a little bit concerned?”
“Nah.” Kathryn scrunches her nose. “I figured you’d show up at my doorstep again. I believe I have something you want,” she replies in a sassy, singsong way, but goddammit, she’s right. I want her like I’ve never wanted anything else in my life, and it may be turning into more of a need for me. Ironic, since I’ve never wanted or needed a woman before meeting her.
“What if I said I want that little something right now?” I try a vague and sneaky approach, but I want in her panties desperately. I soften my question with a smile and nearly shout for joy when she returns it.
She gazes up at me through her long dark lashes, fully challenging me to take what I want. I reach for her hand and guide her across the floor. After a couple steps, we arrive at the edge of the bed.
“Sit down, Kathryn.” She willingly complies and sits, her large blue eyes gazing up at me expectantly. I gently make a path down the front of her body with my fingers, making sure they run directly over her erect nipples as they push against the silk fabric. I place my fingers on the bottom of her pink negligee, gathering up the hem and lifting the silky garment over her head.
Kathryn’s biting her lip innocently as I look down at her perfect breasts. Her rosy peaks are pebbled, appearing eager for my touch. I graze my fingers slowly across her breasts, touching her hardened nipples as I lazily explore. My fingers trail underneath the fullness of her breasts, then I bring them back up again, grasping her nipples between my fingers in a slight pinch. Kathryn flinches and moans, letting me know she likes how I’m playing with her.
Working my hands upward, I cup them over her shoulders, lightly rubbing my thumbs over the delicate skin on her throat. I hold her in my grip and ease her backward so her upper body is lying flat on the bed. She wiggles and moves up the bed, resting her head on a pillow. Her black hair flows angelically around her, a dark contrast to the white sheets. A sexy smile forms on Kathryn’s red full lips, one worthy of a devilish angel who plays a tease but delivers in the end.
She grabs hold of my pants and tries to pull them down as I stand next to her. Not one to keep a lady waiting, I loosen the tie to my pants, push them down my legs, and step out of them. While Kathryn’s eyeing my full-fledged and eager erection, I focus on the tip of her tongue as it appears, licking her decadent lips. The sight makes me want to pounce. I restrain myself and edge onto the bed, kneeling beside her bent legs. Needing her fully bare before me, I bring my hands to the band of her panties.
“Why did you even put these on?” I ask with a wink of my eye.
“Now, lift up your hips.” It’s more of a demand than a request. Kathryn willingly complies.
My heart races as I ease them down her legs with anxious hands.
Her panties gone and tossed to the side, I kneel between her legs as I rub my hands down her slender thighs. She catches on quickly and parts her legs wider in invitation. I lower my hips down to hers, my cock finding her wet heat. Perching over her, I look deep into her longing eyes. I’m unable to restrain myself, and I begin rubbing my cock against her sex. She grasps my arms, diverting my attention from the moment. I fear she’s going to put an end to what we’re doing, but I still my movements anyway.
“I’ve not made love since his death,” she says, her voice only a whisper as she turns her head to the side, away from me. The shyness I see reflecting from her is the same thing I saw when I walked back into her room. She’s unsure about giving herself to me, and I can’t really blame her. “The times I’ve practiced Tantric sex, well, it was nothing more than what we did last night. Mutual touching. Nothing more.”
To say I’m ecstatic is an understatement. She hasn’t technically fucked Frenchie. I feel a true sense of relief knowing she’s not had sex with that fucker, and I’m sure my face-splitting grin clues her into my feelings.
Then a thought hits me and makes me worry about where things can go between us since her practices of sex differ so greatly from mine. Granted, I’m a fuck and run guy, but I’m willing to learn. Right now I’m a newbie on the whole Tantra business, though I loved the little taste so far.
“Are you okay with having sex outside of your harem tent?” I hope she says yes.
“My harem tent?” She giggles sweetly. “Funny description, but the truth is I haven’t wanted to have regular sex with anyone until now. That is, if you’re willing?”
Hell yes, I’m fucking willing! is what I want to yell, but I play it cool instead. However, I’m still a horny guy, so I start rubbing my cock against her sex again.
“I might not be up to speed on Tantra, but I’ll aim for bliss.” I grin at her after saying the word bliss. The very word she used when describing her goal of sex the night we met. An amused expression crosses her face. “Will that be good enough for you?”
I don’t give her time to reply as my lips crash down upon hers. I know there’s no turning back for either of us as her legs wrap around mine and her hips start thrusting up into my erection. Her wet heat slides up and down me. I close my eyes and raise my head high as the connection between us rushes through me, making me moan at the sensation. But I want more than just touching, and this morning I have other plans. So I force myself to break away as I start to venture downward toward my first goal: tasting Kathryn and having her come against my tongue.
“I want to properly thank you for last night,” I say seductively as my fingers start exploring her pussy. Her legs widen for me, and I find the sweet little spot I remember from last night, aroused and ready.
I capture a nipple in my mouth and suck on it, adding a slight scrape of my teeth. She arches her back, pushing her breast hard against my mouth. In response, I give her nipple a quick bite. Kathryn cries out, her body jerking off the bed.
Leaving her breast, I trail kisses over her stomach. Kathryn’s body moves restlessly as I stop to suck on the skin along her ribs and sides. She brings her hands to my head and weaves her fingers through my hair, pulling and playing with it. I’ve been watching her face as I work my way downward, hoping she’ll open her eyes. She finally does, and they’re a haze of desire, needy for more.
My lips find their way to her bare sex as she lies open and unashamed before me. It’s a remarkable sight. I look up into her eyes again, and she’s conveying two words to me: trust and want.
I use my fingers to part her fully, and lick her clit with my tongue. She arches farther off the bed and tugs my hair hard as I work her over. Her taste is incredible and I can’t get enough. I press my aching cock into the mattress, seeking relief at the sight of her starting to come undone. The only relief I’ll have will be when I’m buried deep inside of her.
“Has it been a long time?” I ask, half a question, half a knowing deduction.
“God, you have no idea,” she gasps. The intensity she’s feeling leaves her nearly breathless.
Determined to make this good for her, I wrap one arm around her hip and use my position to push her toward me. Her legs start to shake and tremble, so I know she’s edging closer to her release.
I pull back from her clit and gently blow over the sensitive flesh. Kathryn moans and grabs the sheets, clutching them tightly. I return to touching her clit with my tongue. Circling it. Flicking it. Then sucking it between my lips. I feel her body starting to let go as her hips start to press up in tiny thrusts.
She moves her hands back to my head and pushes me down roughly against her sex. The woman wants more and I’m happy to oblige, so I add one more sensation to the mix.
My fingers.
I plunge two of them inside her and twist them forward, hoping to connect with her G-spot. I begin fucking her with my fingers, and it’s then that she screams out and succumbs to her orgasm.
Her face is etched with satisfaction, or dare I say bliss, as she comes down from the high. It feels great being the man who put that look on her lovely face.
I kiss my way back up her beautiful body and wait for her breathing to return to normal.
“God, Kingsley.” She’s laughing now, so very similar to my uncontrollable laughter last night.
“I love hearing you say God and my name together. But I’d prefer you screamed Adam instead.” I tease her, only making her laugh more. Though I wonder what it will take to get her to call me by my first name.
“Hmm, I’ll take that under consideration. Come here, you.” She reaches out to me, and I partially collapse on her and roll us over onto our sides. We’re facing each other now, and she’s smiling in contentment at me. “That was, well, spectacular might come close, but I would say a definite top ten for me.”
“Not a top three, though. So I have room for improvement?” We laugh for a second at my silly joke. Staring into each other’s eyes, I stroke her hair. Kathryn brings her lips up to mine and begins to kiss me, slowly and sweetly. I feel her hand wander toward my cock, and I am growing harder in anticipation of her touch.
When she wraps her hand around me, I close my eyes and lose myself in the sensation, relishing the feeling of her hand. Then something begins to tickle my stomach. I open my eyes and realize where she’s heading. I guessed right, as her mouth draws me in. She places a hand on my stomach and pushes me onto my back.
Now that I’m lying flat, she has a better angle and can take my cock into her mouth deeper. She curls her hand around the base and works it in an opposite rhythm of her mouth. The feeling is unbelievable.
I’m itching to run my fingers through her hair, grab onto her head, and help her move faster up and down. I refrain and grab ahold of the sheets instead. She’s not like the other women who’ve given me head, so I’ll let her be in charge, even if it fucking kills me.
Kathryn’s mouth and hands move faster, and she adds her tongue, giving the tip of my dick a little swirl as she pulls up. Damn, she’s good. A fucking expert, and I know I’m not far away from coming, but I’d prefer being inside of her when I do.
As if she was reading my mind, she pulls her mouth away from my cock and looks up at me.
“Stay there,” she says to me, her lips red and swollen.
“No, please, come back.” I plead with her, practically begging with my eyes. Kathryn gives me a sexy smirk and pats my leg, but doesn’t return to my now-throbbing dick. I throw my arms over my head in frustration, wondering if this woman will be the death of me.
“Condom,” she says flippantly over her shoulder.
Fuck the damn condoms, is what I want to say as she moves completely off the bed to open her nightstand drawer. She digs around in search of them, moving unseen objects out of the way.
“Here you go. Take your pick.” Finally, she presents an unopened box to me with a proud grin on her face.<
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The sight of her makes me smile. She’s standing there completely naked, looking like some beautiful sex goddess as she hands the box to me. I suppose she thinks I’m the expert, and she’s likely correct. I have to laugh at the ridiculousness of our situation. I usually go through a box of these in a month, but I’m wondering if the box she gave me is expired.
Once I peel back the box’s lid, I see untouched foil packs perfectly lined up in a row. I take one out and throw the box onto the floor. I start to sit up but Kathryn climbs back on the bed and roughly pushes me back down. I look up at her in surprise.
“Put that thing on, I’m ready for a little cowgirl.” Holy shit. She’s going to ride me, and I’ll be damned if I can’t get the fucking condom on fast enough.
“So this kind of sex is okay with you?” I don’t know if cowgirl’s acceptable in Tantra, but I’m praying it’s allowed.
“I’ve heard it’s good to mix it up. I haven’t had a chance to try something different until now. And this was always my favorite.” She positions herself on top of me. She’s straddling me, her legs spread wide, and I feel the need building as I’m sheathed, fully erect, and waiting.
I begin to speak, but she intercepts me. “Hush, I’ve got a cock to ride.”
Fuck me! Dirty talk? Now she’s even the woman of my wet dreams.
She peers wickedly at me while she places my cock at her opening. I slip inside of her as she lowers herself down the length of me. Damn, she feels so good and as tight as hell. After all, it’s been a couple of years for her. I feel her clenching muscles, and I moan as she circles her hips and grinds around me.
I need more contact with her so I bring my hands up to her breasts, rubbing my thumbs across her nipples. I cup the weight of them in the palm of my hand. I want to reach up and take a nipple in my mouth, but her hands are placed on my chest for leverage and I’m not about to fuck with that.
Instead I watch as the she rides me with abandon, and I’ll be damned if it isn’t the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Her hooded eyes are filled with desire as she looks down at me. I have no idea how long I’m going to last, and I fear my stamina will be embarrassingly short.