Fusion

by Diana Kane

  “Alex I don’t think I can take anymore right now. I don’t even know if I can walk.” I laugh and kiss her forehead, wrapping my arms and legs around her. She responds by pulling me tighter to her. “Have we really been at it for nearly four hours?” I laugh again and look at the clock.

  “Well I wasn’t timing it but probably close, yeah.”

  “Is it always this intense?” she wonders aloud.

  “No but this is different.” She kisses me again and tightens her arms a little more.

  “I love you Alex.”

  “I love you too.”

  Catherine

  I wake up in a haze. My heart is pounding from the dream I’ve been pulled from. I’ve had sex dreams before but never like this. My body aches. I can feel Alex’s arms around me, protectively holding me against her, her heart beating a slow steady rhythm, her soft skin warming the side of my face. It hits me then, my face is pressed against her flesh, I don’t feel any fabric. I open my eyes and realize that it wasn’t a dream. I press myself closer to her and revel in the events of last night, the memory of our bodies pressed together, her doing things to me and making me feels things I’ve never imagined, the sounds of her moans and screams whenever I touched her. I can smell her on my lips still, the tantalizing scent of her sex stoking the flames of my desire for her anew. I want to wake her and pick up where we left off, but the peaceful look she wears while she sleeps stops me. I hope that last night wasn’t too much for her, I hope that we haven’t pushed her too far. I look at the clock to discover it is after 11. I don’t remember ever sleeping this late. I lay with her a little longer, listening to the steady drumming of her heart before nature calls, forcing me to carefully untangle myself from her.

  I realize that I am starving. Apparently a night of marathon sex will do this to me. I’m certain Alex will be hungry as well, so I head to the kitchen to figure out breakfast. Carbs are in order. I dig through the refrigerator and see what we have. I’m happy to discover that I have everything needed to make one of my favorite guilty pleasure breakfast meals. I set to work dicing the apples and making the streusel topping.

  “Do you know how sexy you are when you cook?” Alex is awake and has joined me in the kitchen. I turn to the sound of her voice and discover her naked body making its way toward mine. I’ve lost focus on making breakfast, I’ve forgotten to breathe. Just the sight of her toned body slowly stalking towards me awakens every fiber of my being. I swallow hard and take a deep breath, longing to feel her heat against me. She doesn’t take me in her arms though. She stops just short, reaching up with her hand to lightly trail her fingers along the side of my face. Her gaze locks onto me. I can see her searching my eyes looking for something. “You ok?” I know what she is asking me and wonder why she would even worry. I smile at her, a dopey smile that I know probably looks foolish, only it causes a visible shift in Alex. I can see the trepidation in her eyes being replaced with something else, love.

  “I’m not sure ok is quite the right word for it. I’m still processing last night. I think my mind has been blown.” Alex smiles and closes the distance between us, enveloping me in her arms, and kissing me lightly.

  “Mmm. You smell amazing doctor.”

  “I smell like sex,” I answer, laughing.

  “I know,” she replies and looks at me, hunger burning in her features. Her stomach rumbles, breaking me out of the trance we’ve fallen into.

  “I’m making you breakfast.”

  “Yeah that smells pretty good too. What is it?”

  “French toast with sautéed apples, a caramel drizzle and a little bit of streusel topping. Whipped cream also, if you’d like.” She smiles at me and I know I am in trouble.

  “I can think of something else I’d like to do with your caramel drizzle and whipped cream.” She pulls me towards her again and her lips claim mine, still tender from last night. I let the kiss linger for a moment before breaking it off.

  “Breakfast is going to burn. Go get dressed. We have all day and after last night we need to eat.”

  “Yes dear,” she mocks me as she releases her hold on me and retreats to the bedroom.

  *****

  “You shower, I’ll clean up the dishes.”

  “You sure baby?”

  “Yeah, you did all the hard work making that amazing meal for me. I’m sure.” Alex’s eyes are on me, undressing me. I slowly uncross my legs and linger just long enough for her to discover that I’m naked under my robe. When I see her eyes widen and her pupils shift I know I’ve succeeded. I saunter down the hallway enjoying the effect I have on her. As soon as I enter the bedroom the smell of sex hits me. Knowing that it is a product of our night together only turns me on more. These aren’t things that I would have ever admitted to myself before, yet somehow being with Alex has removed my inhibitions.

  I drop my robe on the bed and inhale a deep breath of the aroma we made. “Alex forget the dishes, I want you to join me.” Her hands are on my body as she forces me against the full length mirror on the wall. My breath quickens, fogging it’s surface, excitement tearing through my cells. The cool surface against my nipples causes them to harden even more. I didn’t hear her following me down the hall. She slowly drags her fingertips up the back of my thighs and over my ass. Gooseflesh covers my body in response. I try to turn, to pull her body against mine but she holds me in place.

  She winds her hand in my hair and gently pulls my face back from the mirror. Her tongue glides up the length of my neck and finds my earlobe. She knows it drives me crazy, so she nibbles and sucks on it. I can feel the juices escaping from me, my breathing picking up even more.

  “Want to know a secret?” Her voice is raspy in my ear and her breath on my skin is maddening. I try to force contact but she continues to hold me pinned against the mirror. I am inexplicably so turned on that I can barely answer.

  “Yes.” The voice sounds nothing like my own, I’m practically panting. Who is this woman that has taken over my body?

  “You know I like to watch.” She presses my face back against the mirror. I nod. “Well I know you like to watch as well. I know you saw me fucking Brooke that night.” My eyes fly open and my body tenses, panic taking over. How does she know? “Relax. I don’t mind. Think about what you saw. I think it turned you on. Did you enjoy watching me fuck Brooke?” The panic disappears and I feel like I’m trapped in an inferno. I long for Alex to touch me but she keeps one hand on my lower back, and the other between my shoulders, pinning me to the mirror. Images of what I saw that night flood my mind, the jealousy I felt and the orgasms I had thinking about it later, turning me on even more. “Are you thinking about it now? Does it still turn you on?”

  “Yes,” I moan. I am out of control.

  “Good. Do you remember our word from last night?” The odd question pulls my mind back into focus a little.

  “Pineapple?”

  “Mhm. Pineapple. You know you can say no to anything right?” I nod, fear and curiosity taking over. After last night I long for her to show me everything else that I’ve been unaware of. I pant against the mirror, still longing for Alex’s touch.

  “Please touch me.” I’m begging her. I’ve never begged anyone to touch me before. I see her reflection grin back at me, our eyes never losing each other’s. She sweeps her leg between mine and forces me to spread a little wider. I feel her tongue on the nape of my neck as she shifts her hand downward over my ass and glides her fingers over my lips.

  “Mmm. I thought it turned you on. Did you pleasure yourself that night thinking about it? Did you touch yourself here?” She applies pressure against my clit a she questions me. I find my self grinding my hips over her hand, trying to force more pressure but her hand moves away. I groan in agony. What is she trying to do to me? I see Alex’s reflection pull her shirt over her head and she slams her body against mine, driving me into the mirror. Her warm flesh connects with mine and I’m certain the world is on fire. She grinds her hips against my ass and that is w
hen I feel it, the firmness pinned between us. I try to turn around again but she still won’t allow it. She grinds her hips against me again. “I want to fuck you with this Catherine. But I’ll only do it if you ask me to.” My body explodes as she grinds against me. More juices spill from me and I’m certain I can feel them running down my inner thigh. I feel the cool touch of the strap on as Alex grinds against me again, causing it to swipe over my lips and retreat. She does it again, watching my reaction in the mirror, our eyes still locked. She does it again and I press my ass against her and moan, waiting for her to fuck me. “Do you want me to fuck you?” I nod, too lost in her teasing to form words. She arches her brow at me and grinds against me harder this time.

  “Yes,” I pant. But she simply grinds against me again and pulls back. This is torture and she is enjoying every second of it. “Fuck me Alex!” I scream it out, my body unable to take anymore of her teasing. She pulls away from me momentarily and I start to panic that this has all been a cruel prank. She pushes me back against the mirror and I feel the cold lube make contact with my entrance as she slowly penetrates me. My insides clench against the cold and the fullness, electricity surging through me. My head falls back as I moan, “God yes!” She pushes in further and pulls back slowly, the rhythm slower than my body desires. She does this again and again and I see her enjoying it in the mirror, a cocky grin gracing her lips. Her hands grip my hips controlling my movements as she trails sloppy kisses along my back. I long for her to fill me but she keeps me under control, refusing my efforts to push back.

  “Now that you’re warmed up, I’m going to fuck you. You’re going to watch.” She drives the shaft deep within me and my head explodes. She slowly pulls back and drives back into me again, pulling my hips to her. She makes a small circular pattern with her hips before pulling back and pounding me again. Again and again she does this, picking up her pace with each invasion. The sensation of her hips grinding against my ass combined with feeling Alex moving inside of me is too much.

  “I’m going to come Alex. Don’t stop.” Just like that her hand leaves my hip and I feel her arm curl around my pelvis, her fingers begin massaging my clit. She keeps up the pounding rhythm and I push my ass back against her in response every time, wanting every inch of her inside of me. My legs start to shake and collapse as the initial tremors of my orgasm set in. Alex removes her last guiding hand from my hip and coils it around my chest, holding me up as she pushes me back against the mirror. She continues her assault on my sex with her hand and the toy. My vision blurs as I scream out, “Oh fuck Alex,” my excitement crescendoing, no longer willing to be contained. I feel myself return to earth as Alex slowly lowers us to the floor, laying me on top of her, my back against her chest. I wait for the spasms to stop before sliding off the toy and Alex. I roll over and close the space between our bodies and kiss her. When I pull back and look at her she has a serious look on her face. Something is bothering her.

  “Baby what’s wrong?” She smiles at me and I can see her love for me in her eyes.

  “Nothing, you are amazing.” The peace that fills my body roils into panic.

  “Did I do something wrong?” She laughs and brushes her fingers along my cheek.

  “No, you are amazing! I can’t get enough of you. I crave you, my body burns when I touch you. When I said that I fucked Brooke, that is all it was. I want you to know that if I say I want to fuck you it is so much more than that. I like to play and sometimes I like to play a little rough. Even if I say I want to fuck you please know it is so much more than that, that even when I want to play rough I’m still making love to you.”

  “You are so mushy.” I can’t help but tease Alex. Her face reddens and she tries to hide it from me. I lean into her and kiss her. I pull back and find her still studying me. “I know baby. I can see it in your eyes.”

  “I love you Catherine.”

  “And I love you.” I lay down on her chest and she locks her arms around me. I can see my juices running down the purple shaft. I pick my head up and look at Alex. “Where did that come from?” I see her eyes quickly dart to the chest she made. “Your personal items in the chest? That is what you keep in there?” She laughs.

  “All the opportunities you had and you never looked? What did you think was in there?”

  “I never. I was tempted. I thought you had some keepsakes or something. I never thought…”

  “Not sure I have any keepsakes, at least not enough to warrant storage like that.”

  “I want to see.” Alex stills at the request. My curiosity is piqued. “Now I really want to see.” She sighs, I can hear her resignation in it. She undoes the harness and slides it off. She takes my hand and we slide across the floor to the closet where the chest sits waiting. She sits upright on the floor, spreading her legs and positioning me in front of her. She wraps herself around me, pinning my arms to my side.

  “Remember you always have the right to say no, to anything I might ask of you. Don’t be afraid or ashamed to say no. I won’t be disappointed. I revel in your pleasure and only long to give you more. The things in this chest are all options, not requirements for me to be happy with you.”

  I realize that Alex is nervous to share this with me, to let me in. Her nervousness scares me a little. I kiss her and she releases my arms, giving me permission to open the chest. She wraps her arms around my chest and clings tightly to me. It occurs to me that she is scared, scared that what I find will make me run. I lift the lid and take in the chest’s contents. I see a few more silicone toys, the sizes and variety surprise me. I wasn’t aware they varied so much. A few of them have already drawn my interest, and I feel my body respond as I think about using them with Alex. I look to Alex, confused at what she is so afraid of. “That top level lifts out.” I feel her body tense against mine. I lift out the tray and discover leather, a lot of leather. I can feel Alex’s body tense even more as I process what I am seeing. Confusion and apprehension take control of me. I loosen Alex’s grip and turn to face her.

  “Whatever you’re thinking please hear me. I don’t want a master and submissive relationship with you. I don’t want to hurt you. You don’t ever have to see anything on that level again and I would be perfectly happy with that. I enjoy giving pleasure and those items can all be used to enhance that. They can give you sensations you aren’t used to feeling. I don’t need to use them though.”

  “I don’t understand. You want to beat me with those things?” I see the horror flash in Alex’s eyes and know I am way off base.

  “Never. I never want to hurt you. I only want to make you feel all the depths of pleasure I can give you. It doesn’t have to be a part of us, of who we are.”

  I sit and think, I still don’t understand how one works without the other. I look at Alex and she looks shattered. My confusion and quietness have her convinced I’m going to leave her. Then I think about last night, how she licked my ass, something no one has done to me before, and how great it felt.

  “How do you use any of that without hurting me? It doesn’t make sense. Show me.”

  “You want me to show you? Now?”

  “Just a demonstration. Show me how you use those without hurting me.” I pull out one of the implements, a stick with a folded swath of leather over it. I put it in Alex’s hand and look into her eyes. “Show me.” I can see her deliberate. She leans her body over mine and kisses me, forcing me to lie down of the floor. Her kiss is long and deep but lacks urgency. Her hands are rubbing their way up and down my body, my body responding to her touch. She breaks off the kiss and looks at me.

  “Relax. Close your eyes.” I feel the heat of her body shift away from mine, then I feel something else. Something cool trails its way across my torso, teasing my nipples, slowly rubbing around and over them. Then there is a gentle slap, the sensation surging through my body. The residual sting is minimal and momentary but the surge that it creates is worth it. My breathing hitches as I take in this new sensation. Alex takes the assaulted nipple
in her mouth, the moisture of her saliva like a balm where the leather made contact. She releases my nipple and blows air gently over it. My body is raging again. She slides back up and kisses me and again I feel the cool air touch my body as she moves away from me. I open my eyes to find her sitting back, watching me, nervousness and fear still fill her features. I close the space between us and wrap my arms around her.

  “You can’t scare me away baby. I’m still here.” I kiss her and feel her relax. I take the implement from her and move back to the chest. I watch her as I put it away and replace the top tray. Her eyes and her body language never change, she never shows any disappointment. I know she is telling me the truth. She doesn’t have to have it. But I also know that we will be revisiting the lower level soon. “Come here baby.” She slides over to me and wraps herself around me again. I look over the assortment of vibrators and other toys. I’m intrigued by the double headed dildo but it doesn’t feel right for the current situation. Another one catches my eye, but the semantics of it seem off. I pick it up and look at Alex. She knows the question without me asking.