by Donya Lynne
She sighed heavily and lifted her gaze to meet his as he held his breath.
“Are you ready?” he said.
Licking her lips, she nodded. “Yes.”
Ever so gently, he pressed forward, sliding inside her just a little. There was a pinch of tightness, and she tensed and whimpered.
He stopped. “Ssshh, take your time.” He gave her a moment to breathe, and then began filling her again once she relaxed.
Slowly, inch by inch, he encroached then withdrew before driving himself a little deeper, until finally he was in. All of him. And it felt so good. So damn good…and full. He filled her completely, and her vagina pulsed with anticipation, making him groan.
“You feel good,” he said.
“So do you.” Oh God, it was happening. It was finally happening.
His body shifted against hers, and he rotated his pubic bone against her clit.
A bolt of sensation zinged her, and she gasped. “Oh!” She had just had an orgasm a few minutes ago but was already on the verge of another. Or maybe this was the same one and it wasn’t finished and just needed a little coaxing to fully spend itself.
He rotated himself against her clit again, more insistently, with similar results.
With an emphatic nod, she panted and dug her blunt nails into his back. “More.”
He took a slow rhythm then gradually increased the tempo, maintaining the deep connection between them. The head of him buried as far as it could go.
The result was unreal. She had never felt anything like this. The pleasure, the way that simple contact took her to a place of physical rapture, was the stuff of fantasies. She was the heroine in a romance novel, and Mark was the supernatural hero able to show her magically intense pleasure like none she’d ever known.
But this was no fantasy, and she wasn’t some character in a novel. This was real. Oh God, was it ever real. And within minutes, she wasn’t sure she would ever be able to take a normal breath again.
So intense was the euphoria he coaxed in and out of her body, from head to toe, she could no longer speak, only breathe. High-pitched moans tore from her throat on each exhale, her body merely a vessel to receive and amplify every joyous, shallow, persistent stroke.
On the edge. That’s where she was. He had pulled her to the precipice, and she hung, gazing down at the churning waters below, ready to fall, ready to be swallowed by the pending deluge.
So close. A second release was right there. Looming but just out of reach.
She had never come like this—without touching herself—and yet Mark had her precariously on climax’s doorstep for a second time in less than fifteen minutes.
But that’s as close as she came to release, because she remained rooted, her orgasm budging not an inch further.
Damn, the frustration. She was right there. So close to coming, but unable to. Out of desperation, she began to wend her hand between their undulating bodies, despairing, her proverbial back against the wall. Maybe if she used her fingers, that would help unleash her orgasm.
Mark grabbed her hand and thrust it down beside her. Their joined fists slammed against the mattress.
“No!” He grunted the word between clenched teeth. “Not like that.”
She threw her head back and wailed from both the unbelievable pleasure and the frustration.
“You will come with me.” Each word punched out like his voice was making love to her, not his body.
She writhed, furiously trying to unbind her orgasm from whatever shackled it. “I can’t.”
“Yes. You can.” He slowed his pace and took deep breaths. “Relax, baby. Breathe.”
She did as he said, as hard as it was with the threat of what felt like a volcanic climax bound tightly inside her belly.
His rhythm slowed further, and he gently slid in and out of her. In and out, in and out. And he lifted on his arms. His skin glistened with perspiration.
Her body cooled as air touched her damp skin through the lacy lingerie.
For at least a minute, maybe two, he stayed like that, supported on his arms, suspended over her body, his hips drawing back and driving slowly forward, over and over with extreme patience and care. From the looks of it, he was going to drag her orgasm out of her if it killed him.
The explosive sensations taking up residence in her body didn’t diminish, but she was finally able to breathe almost normally again.
“That’s it,” he said, lowering himself once more. “Breathe. Deep breaths. And put your arms around me. Lay your legs out straight on either side of mine. Yes, just like that. Now…keep breathing.” He pressed in, driving deep once more.
Oh! Now that was different. Mmm, yes.
Again, he rocked his hips forward, and again, and again. And oh! This was better. When his mouth found the side of her neck, it was like a mainline blasted into place between her neck and her vagina, and the most…astonishing flame licked to life deep inside, where his erection made contact with her G-spot.
The response felt similar to how it had felt when he sucked her nipples while fingering her the night he removed the Ben Wa ball, only this was ten times stronger.
“Yes,” she said on a gasp. “Yes, God yes. There. Don’t stop.”
He wasn’t stopping. If anything, his thrusts became more elongated, deeper, more powerful.
Karma lost all sense of herself as her eyes rolled back in her head. She couldn’t breathe. Not because Mark was lying on her, but because the mounting, winding pleasure wouldn’t allow it. His tongue laved her neck, and then he closed his lips against her skin and sucked with tiny nectar bites. Somewhere in the distance, the sound of a jazz piano played a deceptively fragile melody for the rising passion about to let loose a whole lot of oh-my-God-and-then-some in the room.
She didn’t think her body’s response could inflate much more, but she was wrong. My God! What was happening? What was this? She had never orgasmed like this before. Not even on the night Mark had freed her from Ben Wa.
Just when she didn’t think she could take much more, an impulsive cry ripped from her throat as her entire body fell into uncontrollable convulsions.
When had she ever come this hard? When had the intensity been so great that she couldn’t control her vocal chords or her body? Dear Lord! For a moment, the room went dark, even though her eyes were open. She had almost blacked out.
Breathe!
She sucked in a vast gulp of oxygen by sheer force of will, and another involuntary moan stuttered over the spasms in her throat.
She became vaguely aware of Mark slamming into her with a grunt, his entire body going stiff as he growled out, “I’m coming, I’m coming, oh fuck!”
And deep within, against that magical little spot he had found with the tip of his erection, he throbbed, filling the condom.
Long moments extended into blissful oblivion, until finally, breathless and spent, Mark gave a final shudder and relaxed into her arms, his face buried against her neck.
The drought was over. She had graduated. She had finally experienced a real orgasm, and Mark had been the one to give it, as promised. Cleansing tears streamed from the corners of her eyes as more of the emotional weight she had shouldered for so long eased away, disappearing into the shadows where Old Karma now resided. Where all her old habits, injurious behaviors, and self-doubting thoughts were tucked away. Where the shell she had lived in since junior high quickly filled with cobwebs and dust, because she had shorn that hiding place weeks ago.
Finally, Karma felt like a real woman. The training wheels were off and she stepped into the world changed, mature, all grown-up. This was what it felt like to be with a man who cared about her. A man who respected her and put her pleasure before his own.
“Fuck the chocolate chunk brownie,” he said, out of breath, panting hard against her. “That was a chocolate explosion.”
Karma was too depleted to laugh, but she offered an airy chuff. “You don’t say.”
His cheeks rose against her skin, so
she knew he was smiling. “Told you I would give you one.”
A satisfied grin spread over her face. “You could have warned me.”
He carefully lifted off her, rolled her to her side, and eased behind her. “And ruin the surprise?” He kissed the back of her shoulder.
“Oh, I doubt anything could have ruined that.” Every muscle in her body was loose, warm, and satiated, and she smiled as she snuggled against him.
“Now you know why I wanted you to abstain this week.”
“Why?” She wasn’t sure she saw the connection.
He nuzzled her neck. “Have you heard the expression that absence makes the heart grow fonder?”
“Yes.”
“Well, abstaining makes the orgasm stronger.” He kissed her ear. “And since I imagine you’ve faithfully been doing your Kegels, I suspected—correctly, I might add—that if you abstained, you would have one hell of an orgasm tonight.”
“You really are a Jedi Master of the Sexual Force, aren’t you?”
He chuckled. “Feel the Force moooove inside you.” He tried to speak like Yoda but failed. He burrowed closer and nibbled her ear.
“Oh, I felt it.”
He squeezed her and kissed her shoulder, the back of her neck, caressed her arm and hip, and played with the fabric of her baby-doll, which she was still wearing. Finally, he laid his head on the pillow behind her and said, “So, will it be Hank or me? It’s time to choose.”
This time, she did laugh. “Let’s put it this way: Hank who?”
His arm tightened around her waist. “That’s my girl.”
Yes, that she was. His girl. After what they had just done, she had a feeling she would be “his girl” forever, even after he left and went back to Chicago. But now wasn’t the time to think about that. Later. She could think about that later. In this moment, all that mattered was that he was here with her now.
An hour later, while watching a movie in bed, Mark peeled Karma out of her lingerie and made love to her one more time before curling her against his body and dozing off, his head tilted toward her as if he could watch her even in slumber. Before he fell asleep, he pulled her arm over his stomach, and his hand lay on her wrist as if he wanted to keep her there.
His chest rose and fell deeply, and the longer Karma watched him sleep, the heavier her eyelids became. She had slept uneasily all week, looking forward to tonight. Now, with the excitement behind her and her body feeling as content and lazy as a cat napping in the sun, the restless nights finally caught up.
Within minutes, with her head nestled on Mark’s chest, she was asleep.
Chapter 40
No guts, no glory.
-Major Gen. Frederick C. Blesse
Saturday morning, Mark awoke with his lips resting against the top of Karma’s head. He blinked drowsily and smiled.
Last night had been amazing. She had come three times and responded to him better than he’d anticipated. He had expected her to be nervous, more bashful. Instead, she had eagerly and willingly embraced the entire experience, pushing herself into the unknown without a blink, even asking for more at one point.
He brushed his fingertips over her face to push back her hair. Even tousled with mascara rubbing off on her eyelids, she was gorgeous. It made her look sexy. Like a woman who’d just been fucked silly and had lost all inhibition. What a turn-on.
She twitched, and her eyes eased open.
“Oh wow,” she said.
“Sleep well?”
She stretched and groaned. “Too well.”
“You must have been tired.”
She snuggled closer and burrowed her face into his chest, and didn’t that just make him feel all warm inside. “Very tired.”
“What do you want to do today?” He secured his arm around her waist and held her against him.
Without hesitation, she said, “What we did last night.”
He grinned. “I think that’s a given.” Most definitely. He wouldn’t let the day end without a replay of the prior evening.
She sighed and looked up at him, her slender hand flattening against his chest. “What are my choices?”
“Well, I think I need to make you breakfast first. Then shower.” His gaze burned into hers. “Hopefully, you’ll join me for that so I can show you a few more things worth learning.”
Her mouth widened into an expectant smile. “Sure.”
He paused a moment as the weight of showering together sank in then said, “I don’t want to keep you inside all day, but obviously, going out around here is out of the question.”
“Obviously.”
In Clover, the odds of running into one of her coworkers were greater. It wasn’t worth the risk.
“So, I thought we could drive down to Brown County,” he said. Brown County State Park in southern Indiana was large and remote enough that they could spend the day hiking or shopping in the small nearby tourist town of Nashville and not bump into anyone they knew. “The weather’s supposed to be beautiful, and we can make a day of it.”
“Sounds perfect.”
He tapped her bare bottom under the covers. “Okay then. I’ll make us breakfast.” He kissed her forehead, slipped out of bed, and pulled on a pair of sweats. Then he stepped into the closet and pulled a white box with a pink ribbon around it from the shelf. “This is for you.” He sat on the edge of the bed and handed it to her as she sat up and held the burgundy satin over her chest.
“What is it?”
“Just a little something I thought you could use this weekend.”
She untied the ribbon and lifted the lid off the box. Inside was a pink and cream satin robe. “Thank you.”
“You can wear it for breakfast.” He kissed her cheek. “I’ll see you downstairs.”
* * *
Karma watched him go then eased from under the covers. Her whole body hummed. Every muscle ached and sang at the same time, and in such a glorious way. As she slipped her arms through the kimono sleeves of the robe and shrugged the airy material over her shoulders, she pattered to the bathroom.
Her eyes shot wide when she got a look at her reflection. The hair on one side of her head was mashed to her scalp, and flaked-off mascara darkened her eyelids, giving her mock circles under her eyes.
How embarrassing.
Kneeling beside her bag, she dug out her facial cleanser and cotton wipes, cursing herself for falling asleep before removing her makeup. In a flurry of agitation, she washed her face then hurriedly brushed out her hair before securing it with a scrunchie.
Much better. Not as scary.
When she joined Mark downstairs a couple of minutes later, he was ladling pancake batter onto a griddle. Bacon sizzled in an iron skillet.
She sat at the bar. “Smells good. Do I smell peanut butter?”
He set the bowl of batter to the side and wiped his hands on a towel. “Mm-hm. Peanut butter pancakes. It’s kind of a specialty.”
The man never ceased to amaze her. “I suppose you won’t give me the recipe?”
“We’ll see.” He winked at her then turned the bacon.
After breakfast—and yes, the pancakes were amazing—he took her back upstairs, turned on the shower, pulled the scrunchie from her hair, and helped her out of her robe.
She wore nothing underneath.
“How about that shower?” he said.
She was pretty sure she was about to get her first taste of shower sex, especially when he grinned mischievously and pulled a condom from the drawer under the sink.
He set the condom on the shelf that held bottles of shampoo and soap, took her hand, and tugged her under the cascading water.
“Let me guess,” he said, “you’ve never had sex in the shower.”
“No.”
“Do you want to?” His gaze fell to her breasts as he swirled the tip of his index finger around her nipple, making it form a tight peak.
Water spilled over his chest, and the hair flattened against his skin. “Yes.”
His mouth widened into a pleased grin then he bent and took her nipple between his lips.
She dipped her head back and dug her fingers into his wet hair. Now that they had opened the gates to this new dimension of their relationship, it was as if they’d been together forever. Touching him was easy. Being touched by him was easy. Letting him see her naked was as normal and effortless as breathing. In less than twelve hours, she had overcome almost all her inhibitions.
“Turn around for me,” he said, straightening and nudging her toward the wall.
She did as he said, and he eased her forward.
“Put your hands on the wall.” He took hold of her wrists and lifted her arms.
“What are you doing?” She glanced over her shoulder and saw him rip open the condom.
A moment later, his left arm circled her waist and he pressed in closer behind her. “You’ll like this.”
“This?”
Then his fingers were on her, parting her, guiding his penis into place. “Yes, this.” His voice sounded hot, gruff, on the verge of breaking.
In one smooth glide, he was inside her, and his hands gripped her hips. Oh, now this was different. She immediately felt the contact with her G-spot. Now she knew what he meant by this.
“I feel it,” she said, closing her eyes as he penetrated her again and rocked her forward.
“And what do you feel?” His voice came from right beside her ear. His whiskered chin scratched her shoulder.
“My G-spot,” she said breathlessly. “You’re hitting my G-spot.”
He thrust into her, a bit more forcefully, making her gasp as he hit her special place again.
“That’s right,” he said. “Taking you from behind allows me to stimulate you better, especially when you tilt your hips this way.” He applied pressure with his hands and angled her hips so that her back arched, showing her what he meant. When he surged into her again, the contact was harder, more direct. And a bolt of pleasure rippled viciously down her legs.