by Sonja Gunter
In her fogged and muddied mind, she realized he hadn’t even entered her yet. He’d given her this pleasure with his mouth.
So this is what Val kept talking about, an intense, overwhelming, and totally mind-boggling orgasms. This man had succeeded where all the others had failed. She’d been married, had had a handful of boyfriends, and yet here she was a thirty-three-year-old woman having just had her first fulfilling orgasm.
Taking a chance, she peeked out from beneath her eyelids only to find a pair of blue eyes staring at her.
“Are you all right?” Mark asked.
“I think so. I feel so naïve. No one has ever done that to me before.”
“I don’t understand. You’ve been married.”
“Yes, but-but it was just sex. There wasn’t a lot of kissing, caressing, or . . . anything else,” Rane admitted bluntly.
“I’m confused,” Mark said.
“This is embarrassing. I’ve never experienced that-the life ending feeling before.” She felt the tears ready to spill and closed her eyes to stop them.
Mark didn’t know what to say by her admission. What decent man would be so selfish to leave their wife or girlfriend sexually unfulfilled?
“Are you trying to tell me that you have never had an orgasm before?”
She nodded but kept her eyes closed, refusing to look at him.
“Tonight was your first one. Just now?” He watched tears trail down her cheeks as her head moved up and down. He enfolded her in a compassionate embrace, held her tight, and murmured.
“Rane, it’s going to be okay.”
Damn her ex-husband! Damn her ex-boyfriends. Damn men in general that were so arrogant to do this to women. To be a good lover you needed to know what women wanted and desired. That was the power, knowing you could satisfy them before yourself.
He felt the wetness of her tears on his chest and gently stroked her hair.
“I just never knew it could be so amazing. I’m sorry to have ruined our night. Maybe I should go,” she said.
“No, I want you to stay. We still have to watch our movie and eat popcorn,” Mark said with a devious grin and held her so she couldn’t sit up.
He saw her begin to smile, then start to laugh as she wiped at her eyes. Satisfied she wasn’t ready to bolt he told her to wait on the bed for him. He got up, strutted naked into his closet, and came out carrying a dark blue robe.
“Here, put this on and we’ll go back downstairs to watch the movie and eat popcorn.”
He helped her slip on his robe and saw her try to hide her gaze as he tugged on only his dress pants.
“Ready?” he asked and held out his hand.
He felt her hand tremble and she looked helpless as she moved guardedly off the bed. He couldn’t believe he was being so patient. His body ached for release. He’d only just begun his seduction when he had to put on the brakes but looking at her in his robe was enough to make him forget about the movie.
Ignoring his protesting body, they descended the stairs hand-in-hand and he guided her over to the movie theater chairs.
“Have a seat. Would you like that Coke now?”
She nodded, and he went to the bar to get them refreshments.
As she waited for him to return, she wondered at the turn of events. A few minutes ago they were making love and now they were about to watch a movie.
Insane. What type of man was Mark? He was so caring, so insightful it was scary. What man in the heat of passion would stop and ask to watch a movie because the woman he was making love to had acted like a virgin?
Did he, could he care about her? Or was this just his bachelor ways? Is this how he won the women over so easily?
“I think we’re ready. I’ll flip through the on-demand titles, and you tell me to stop when you see one you’d like to watch.”
“Okay, let’s start in the comedy section.”
“Sounds like a good plan,” he said and worked the remote.
“That one, Cool Runnings, it’s pretty funny.”
“Got it. I’ve never seen it.”
“No, really? It’s an older movie.”
“Remember I don’t do much besides work,” he said.
He held out the bowl of popcorn that had been set out earlier for them and a Coke. He then plopped down into the double chair next to her. His robe she was wearing was bulky but she managed to slide her legs up to curl them underneath her and inch herself closer to him.
Several times during the movie, she felt Mark’s hands in her hair, stroking her neck, or touching her shoulders. It was a comforting feeling. More immersed in his actions than the movie, she lost track of the movie. His little soft touches were making her think about finishing what they had started.
She wanted him to know she was ready for the next round. She placed her hand on his inner thigh and gently caressed his leg. This had the desired effect. She had him squirming in his seat.
She faced Mark, then moved her hand over the telltale bulge and squeezed.
Mark gulped for air, turned his head, and saw that Rane’s eyes were green again! He clasped her close, capturing her lips as he did. He was ready to take her right now, here on the chair. But he couldn’t cheapen their first night together.
“Shall we continue this upstairs?” he asked, his voice husky and thick. Her nod was all he needed. In one swift motion, he stood, bent over, lifted her into his arms, and climbed the stairs to his bedroom.
“Mark, put me down. I can walk.”
“No, I need to have you close.”
With each step he took, the robe opened, giving him a full view of her legs, and the place where they came together. By the time they reached his bed, all he needed to do was give the belt an impish tug. The robe fell open like a curtain, revealing all it had been hiding.
All he could do was close his mouth and swallow. Everything about her was perfect! He somehow managed to unbutton and unzip his pants in record time. Once free, he leaned over to devour her breasts with demanding kisses and joined her on the bed.
With his tongue, he traced the outline of her lips and he felt her tremble. Lower and lower he moved, placing kisses over every inch of her body. Slowly his explorations led him to her belly button. He nibbled and sucked until he heard her call out his name.
He stopped and moved lower until his mouth found the spot where his fingers had just been moving, in and out. Her body quivered with what he guessed was nervousness.
“Relax. Let it take over,” he murmured, just before his tongue found and played with her nub.
He held her hips still as wave after wave of the multi-orgasms exploded. He slowed his tongue, letting her come back to him then started a slow exploration back up to her lips, kissing them unrelentingly. Finally, his naked body covered hers and he gently nudged her legs apart with his knees.
“Oh, yea, Mark—”
He heard her moan as he found the refuge he sought. He held back and slid in part way. Then he moved slowly in and out to tease her.
Her eyes opened and she met his gaze.
“Rane, you are so beautiful. Where have you been all my life?”
Rane felt him push inside her completely at the same time his tongue plunged into her mouth. When he withdrew, so did his tongue, and when he pushed inside her again, his tongue met hers with full force. She wrapped her legs around him to help enforce the thrusting motion of his hips.
She sensed him about to give in and he did. He threw back his head as he made a final thrust. Rane felt his abrupt release and wrapped her arms around him. He stopped moving and simply lay on top of her. While she waited for his breathing to slow, she caressed the strong tendons on the back of his neck.
“Hey, are you okay?”
He turned to look at her as he shifted
his body away from her but never removed himself from inside of her.
“Ask me in a little while,” Mark replied thickly.
He moved his hips again.
“Oh.” Rane beamed at him in surprise when she felt him growing harder inside her. “Oh, my!”
He covered her mouth with his lips, rolled to one side so he was on his back and she was on top of him. Rane stroked his chest and moved her hips up and down. Mark took this opportunity to fondle her breasts.
She leaned forward and placed a hand on each side of his head to support herself. Rane’s hair cascaded down around his face like a million feathers, moving with her as she rode him. He moved his hands to help guide her rocking hips, bringing them both to a full satisfying rapture, and a virtual release neither had expected in a downpour of fiery passion.
Mark studied Rane, who lay motionless as he wrapped his arms around her. The tail end of the passion they’d shared pounded through his body in a beat of its own. He could feel her heartbeat mix with his. She hadn’t moved or said anything for a while and he wondered if she’d fallen asleep.
No other woman had been able to give him the total satisfaction he was feeling right now. Not once, but twice in an hour!
Just thinking about the passion they’d shared, along with Rane’s naked body covering his, the seeds of desire were starting again, surprising him.
Man, oh man, alive. He couldn’t get enough of her! He hadn’t made love all night long in years.
He rolled her gently so she fit into his arms and reached for the forgotten quilt.
“I should really get going,” she said. “I do have to work in the morning.”
“What?”
“Leave. Work. I’m not sure if my boss will approve of me being late,” Rane said, smiling, as she sat up.
“Don’t you think your boss would understand if you called in sick for a day?” Mark asked and held her still.
“I’m not sure if I should.”
“Rane, stay the night,” he said with as much charm as he could muster without laughing.
“I can’t. I don’t have a change of clothes. And I do have to go to work,” she said, rolling past his reach to the other side of the bed.
Mark caught her before she successfully escaped. He hugged her close and held her prisoner in his arms.
“Stay with me for a while longer. Don’t go yet,” he said, and captured her lips to silence any rebuke she might have uttered.
She felt he was hard and ready again, pressed against her stomach. How could he want to make love again? Three times in one night? Val wasn’t going to believe this. She didn’t believe it herself. Never in all her years of being sexually active had she ever done it more than once in a night.
Thrilled and excited by the thought, she placed her leg over his hip to allow him access to her now throbbing core then felt him push his way inside her.
Mark moved his hands to hold her hips and soft derriere while he slowly entered her sweet haven. It felt so right holding her in his arms. He took her hard and fast and, after he knew she’d reached her release, climaxed immediately.
Chapter 30
A five-person band played loud enough to be heard over the crowd in Mark’s ballroom. Rane stood in the center and watched.
The room seemed overly packed with people but she couldn’t find anyone she knew. The mass of people grew and grew. The heat was stifling, and she couldn’t breathe. She glanced longingly toward the sliding glass doors that stood open. There was no breeze or airflow. She was suffocating.
She moved through the crowd but couldn’t reach the open doors to the night air. She tugged on the thick cloak she wore but it wouldn’t move. Panic seized her. She had to get out. She spun around. No one helped or noticed her.
Suddenly the doors appeared in front of her. She was about to step outside when a hand shot out stopping her and grabbed her breast. Instinctively she jumped and swung out to slap at the offensive hand.
“Ouch!” Rane’s eyes opened in a flash.
Instead of hitting the hand she sought, she’d hit something hard and realized she’d been dreaming. Absentmindedly she reached out to Thor but he wasn’t in his usual spot next to her. Wondering where he was, she tried to sit up but couldn’t. A man’s hand was indeed imprisoning her boob. That part hadn’t been a dream.
“Oh shit!” escaped from Rane before she could stop it. She covered her mouth with her hand to quiet the moans that followed.
Oh holy shit! She’d stayed the night when she’d said she couldn’t. She’d fallen asleep when she’d told herself not to.
The images of the night flashed before her in a whirlwind of scenes. The kisses in the elevator, the tour of Mark’s house, her first earth-shattering orgasm, then watching the movie and the two of them making love not once but three times. That was a record for her.
She lay there unmoving, ashamed and bewildered at the same time. A rush of emotions hit her full force, settling in the pit of her stomach. She’d clearly just had the best night of sex ever. No, it hadn’t been simply sex. What she and David had shared had clearly been sex. Just that, sex. What she’d shared with Mark had definitely been making love.
She glanced over at the man who’d given her such pleasure in ways she’d never dreamt possible and her heart skipped a beat. Was this what it felt like waking up next to the man you loved?
Loved?
The realization came fast and hard as she continued to stare at him.
Yes! Oh God, yes, she most certainly loved him.
Val’s words of advice drifted in, bringing some sense of realism to her emotions.
Never tell the man you love him. Let him say it first. That way the fall is easier to recover from if it turns out he doesn’t.
She couldn’t face him. She needed to get out of his house. Fast.
Escape!
Time. That’s what she needed, time alone to sort out her feelings before staring into his mesmerizing blue eyes.
She inched herself slowly to the end of the bed. His hand slid off her breast and unexpected waves of desire coursed through her body.
Impossible! What was wrong with her?
She’d been sexually satisfied not once but four times in one night and she wanted him again. She was turning into a nymphomaniac. Forcing herself to keep moving, she glanced over her shoulder to make sure Mark had stayed asleep.
As she stood naked next to the bed, she saw the mess they’d made of his bed and room. Clothes were everywhere, pillows had been thrown on the floor, and the bedding was half off the bed. She blushed, knowing exactly how everything had gotten so messy.
One piece at a time, she gathered her clothes and stepped out to the landing. It took longer than she’d expected to dress because she kept glancing back into the bedroom, afraid Mark would wake up at any time. Seeing that he hadn’t moved since she’d left the comfort of his side, she blew him a kiss and carefully descended the stairs. She found her purse on the bar, took one last look over the room, and pressed the keypad to open the doors.
The morning sunlight momentarily blinded her as she anxiously scanned the driveway for her car. Someone had moved it to a side parking lot. As she dashed toward her car, she nervously searched through her purse for the keys. Tears of frustration came to her eyes when she couldn’t find them. She didn’t want to have to go back inside to look for the keys. Then she remembered Mark had told her to leave them in the ignition.
Swiftly walking the rest of the way to her car, she said a silent prayer.
Please, God, have mercy on me and let my keys be in the car.
Hand on the handle, she nudged open the door and saw that they were there, hanging from the ignition.
Thank you, Lord.
She didn’t waste any time. She got into her car and starte
d the engine. As she backed out, she took one last look toward the front doors of the house. No one had followed her. Would the guard stop her? Or would he simply let her leave?
Hesitantly, she drove to the gates. She watched in awe as a guard came out, the gate opened, and he waved to her as she drove by. In disbelief, she drove out and turned onto the road still expecting someone to come after her. Her heart was pounding so fast she was breathing hard.
Calm down!
She’d call Val when she got home. She’d know what to do. Trying not to focus on what she’d done, Rane reached for her cell phone inside her purse. Not finding it, she hit the steering wheel with her fist.
Damn!
Mark had thrown her phone onto the couch after Val’s untimely interruption.
Great! How was she going to get it back? Would Mark find it?
Well, she couldn’t worry about it now. The clock was flashing six minutes before six. This would give her time to soak in a bath before going in to work. The hot water would help her relax. She felt so wired, as if she’d drank four Coke’s in less than a half hour.
During her long ride home, the images of the night kept whooshing up one right after the other, while the radio kept playing songs about not being able to get enough love.
Chapter 31
Mark flung his arm out toward the nightstand, slapping at a buzzing sound.
How in hell had a damn fly gotten into his room?
He swatted again and the annoying hum stopped. The quietness was short lived as the buzzing started right back up.
He slowly came awake and realized the buzzing sound was the phone and not some unseen fly. He felt for the handset and hit the ‘talk’ button.
“This had better be important,” he barked out angrily.
“Mark, Rane is in her car heading toward the front gate.”
He recognized Philip’s voice and sat up to find the other side of the bed empty.