Inferno Anthology (149 page)

“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.

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.

Kathryn starts really rocking against me. A sweet pace is set as she does. I try to meet her movements, a rhythm between us beginning.

As we continue staring into each other eyes, something deep passes between us. I have no idea what this feeling might be called; I’ve never felt anything like it before. But it’s profound and makes me want to hold on to her tightly and never let go.

Kathryn draws me back into the moment with a deep drop of her hips. My need to let go starts to build. I don’t know how close she is yet, but I sure as hell want her coming with me. The thought of her clenching around me when she climaxes makes me almost lose control.

I feel down where we are connected together with my fingers. I lift my head higher and see my dick sliding in and out of her. It’s almost too much; I feel my balls starting to tighten up. I hold off the feeling as best I can while rubbing her clit with the tips of my fingers. She jumps as I begin to press against her harder, rubbing faster.

Kathryn leans back a little, giving me better access to her. What she does next makes me come undone. She begins to play with her own nipples, elongating them, pinching, and pulling them. Fuck, I’ve never seen anything sexier. Nothing compares to watching her toy with herself.

“Damn, Kathryn. Do you have any idea how much you’re turning me on?” I practically moan my words as real moans start to follow. I simply can’t control them any longer.

I feel her muscles close in tighter around me. Kathryn’s pushing harder against me in her movements, too. I hope she’s close because I’m seconds away. When she throws her head back and begins to scream, I push up into her with all my might. Finally finding my release with her. My muscles start tensing as I spill into the condom. The strength of my orgasm is nothing like I’ve experienced before, and my mind goes blank.

Kathryn collapses on top of me, both of us totally spent. Our breathing, ragged and deep. I push her hair out of the way and gently glide my fingers along the skin of her back. She’s so soft and delicate and shivers under my touch. Even after our shattering orgasms, a simple touch from me can affect her. A fact I like a lot.

“Kathryn, I…” I’m uncertain how to continue as words fail me. A large part of me wants to know how she feels. Was it the same for her, too?

“I don’t have words either yet. Maybe it’s because I haven’t had sex like this in years, but…” Her voice sounds funny, maybe even a little choked up. I feel wetness on my chest next to where her face is. I lift her head up with my hands and see that she’s crying. Her tears kill me, the deep emotions I feel from seeing them cloud her eyes are unparalleled for me. I’ve never experienced this level of concern or feeling for another human being in my adult life.

“Kathryn, beautiful, what is wrong? Did I do something?” I say, my voice filled with concern.

“I’m fine, really,” she says sniffling. I’m not convinced she’s telling me the truth. Actually, she’s telling me nothing at all.

“Something made you cry?” I hate to pry it out of her, but I can’t stand not knowing. I’m concerned I might have something to do with her tears. “Please talk to me.”

“I feel that after two years, I’ve completely moved on from his death. Us, being together, and making love, gives me that feeling. My tears are more from relief. I’m definitely not sad. Just the opposite, in fact.” She rises up off my chest and looks down at me with a contented look in her eyes. Our faces are only inches apart, and I can see that her tears are gone.

But I’m at a loss with no idea what to say back to her. Glad you’re over your dead husband doesn’t seem like the right response. The truth is she was married to a man she deeply loved; who I’m certain loved her, too. What fool wouldn’t? She watched him die tragically, and people don’t get over heartbreak like that easily. She’s waited two long years to make love to someone, or in this case let me make love to her. I just don’t know how I ended up being the lucky bastard she chose.