He crawled on the bed on all fours. After playfully knocking her hand away from her sex, he took its place. One long finger dipped into her folds and stroked her swollen nub. On a curse, he tore her panties away and lowered his mouth to just below her navel.
She bucked. Desire and need for his penetration clenched her body. From his expression, he had other plans.
“Richard, please…” She sat up and brought his lips to hers. “I want you inside of me.”
With both hands, she found his c**k and stroked his length, his groan sounded more like a growl, his quest to pleasure her with his mouth forgotten.
Dueling tongues fought to dominate their kiss He removed his lips from hers, grabbed his pants from the floor, and removed a foil packet from his wallet.
“Were you a Boy Scout?” she asked, thinking about the condoms she left by her bed in the house.
“Always be prepared,” he said tossing her the condom.
Peeling away the wrapper, Kate took her time rolling it over his length.
“Your hands are lethal weapons.”
“More like rusty from lack of use.” Fully gloved, he pressed her back against the bed. “If this is rusty, then I’m a dead man.” He possessed her mouth again.
His tip edged outside her body. His breath caught when she pushed closer to him. Anticipation seized her soul until he finally descended with a low thick slide.
With one thrust, Kate felt the first waves of an orgasm. She clenched his shoulders, digging in her nails. Her body slick with passion rippled with pleasure when he plunged into her completely.
He was well-built, and God knew she was out of practice, but his penetration was so complete she didn’t think she would ever feel this close to anyone ever again. Tears glistened in her eyes. Her joy of being with him tore her heart open, allowing him in.
His rocking hips stopped. She opened her eyes and saw him studying her reaction. “Are you all right?”
All right? She was in heaven. “I don’t think this could be more right,” she told him. She felt a single tear slip out and wished she could have stopped it.
The last thing she wanted to do scare him off with unwanted emotions.
Something flickered in his eyes when they locked with hers. He started to move, setting the pace. Slowly he rocked causing her mouth to open in a gasp as tension built.
He bent and kissed away her tears. “You are so beautiful. I could stay like this forever.” Her heart lurched and her muscles tightened around him. Pelvis thrust against pelvis brought panting gasps from them both. “Oh, Richard.” Fire built and burned inside her body as she struggled beneath, him wanting his movements to quicken.
A low chuckle passed through him as he complied with her demands. Her nails raked into his back as he drove her closer.
He murmured her name.
On a strangled gasp, he pushed her over the edge. Spasm after spasm swarmed her inflamed body. He followed close behind until finally collapsing on top of her completely sated.
****
Holy Shit. Richard shifted his weight enough so he wasn’t crushing her, but not so far that either of them would chill. While his breath returned to normal, his swirling head and thoughts did not. He didn’t dare open his eyes, fearing she had been a dream—one very hot, erotic, wet dream.
His hand rested on her hip, his thumb moved in a slow caress. She was there. Real and alive. And he had had the most powerful sexual experience of his life. Was it the change, or was it the woman?
Something told him it was both.
She nuzzled closer to him, her thigh moved and pushed between his legs. His body was already responding to her innocent touch.
Smiling, he opened one eye and then the other.
She wore a grin. A very satisfied grin.
His ego grew and his heart swelled knowing he was the reason for her happiness. He’d put that smile there.
Then he noticed the blood. “Crap,” he exclaimed jolting them both from the bliss they shared.
“What?” Kate asked, startled.
Blood soaked the sheet where her arm lay. Her bandages saturated. Guilt hit his gut like a suckers punch.
Max had warned him to be careful, that his strength had increased. Now her wound was open and spilling on the bed.
His eyes traveled from her arm to her face. She glanced over and saw the problem.
“Ohh,” she sighed before bringing her other hand to the wound.
Richard jumped from the bed and went to the bathroom for a towel.
He took his time removing her bandage and putting pressure on her injury. He shook his head and cursed his actions under his breath.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“Don’t say that,” she told him.
“It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have been so…” What could he say? Animalistic?
Kate put a hand to his face and forced him to look her in the eye. “We were both here, Richard. We were both… excited. This is no more your fault than mine.”
“I should have known better. Max told me…” Oops, better to keep that part to himself.
“Max told you what?”
His first instinct was to lie. Yet somehow, he knew he shouldn’t. Kate wouldn’t like a dishonest lover, she didn’t deserve that. “Never mind,” he said instead, “I should have been easier on you.” Her arm forgotten, she moved closer and kissed his swollen lips. “I’ve never felt so needed. I wouldn’t change a thing we did.”
Ego surged again as did his body. This woman was intoxicating.
One soft hand traveled down his torso and rested on his hip. She rubbed her knee against his erection. “Some of you isn’t sorry in the least.”
“Never mind him, he doesn’t know when to quit.”
“Humm,” she trailed her fingers along his thigh, causing his penis to jump to attention. “Neither do I.” “You’re bleeding,” he reminded her.
“I’m sure Janet has something here to tie it over until we’re ready to go back to the main house.”
“You’re not ready to go back?”
In answer to his question, her hand wrapped around his erection.
He groaned.
“No, I’m not.”
After one crushing kiss he pulled her to her feet, marched her naked to the bathroom and opened every cupboard until he found what he needed.
Dressing her wound was erotic. She sat on the counter with naked br**sts thrust in his face. He cleaned the blood away while she did her best to distract him. His hands were busy and thank God, so were hers.
She plucked his ni**les, traced the dusting of hair on his chest down the path to his erection. Little swirling fingers traced his shaft.