Karma (22 page)

Mike
didn’t notice the smell of Douglass fir that filled the house. It was the smell
and taste of Marcy that filled his senses.

Absolutely
buzzed, wearing only a dressing gown, Mike paced his bedroom. It was a huge
space with separate walk-in wardrobes/ bathrooms for the husband and the wife. He
had the side table lights dimmed to low, in a soft, sexy light. The covers of
his king sized bed were turned back and ready. It wouldn't be long before Marcy
came to him.

It
wouldn’t be long after that before she married him and they shared this room
together.

Mike's
jutting erection was stiff and bobbing. He had already stroked himself to
relief once, because his balls had been aching. The thought of her walking
through that door any minute had kept him erect.

Lust
was something he had always been able to keep under tight control – but not
with Marcy. She was irresistible. Fascinating. Captivating and so damn beautiful.

How
had he managed to keep his hands off her all week, when she slept right down
the hall? It was hell stopping at only a kiss each night. He inhaled a deeply,
held it for a few beats and closed his eyes. When he let go,
the
air whooshed from his lungs.

Every
ounce of his blood seemed to have gone straight to his dick. Again. Jesus, he
felt like an adolescent. He craved the relief and exquisite pleasure of burying
himself deep inside her.

He
prayed that Marcy managed to make herself climax. He didn’t think it mattered
in the long run, but it would give her confidence. Her personal success would
also make her happy. That was what was important.

He
blinked and narrowed his eyes as he suddenly remembered the first time he had
seen her. He had been thinking that True Love was rare, and that lightning
never struck twice. That he had been lucky in love with his wife, and would
never find love like that again.

Famous
last words.

He
had gone on thinking that, right until he walked into André's library where he first
saw her. Marcy Paget with those striking honey-colored eyes and that thick mane
of wavy brunette hair. His first impulse had been to run his fingers through those
silky strands. He fondly remembered that cream-colored dress, covered by dark
and deeply feminine blue lace, pulled close at the waist with a thin red belt.

She
had taken his breath away.

He
grinned. She still took his breath away.

Mike's
fingers curled into fists as he anticipated touching her breasts, and sinking
into her wet heat. He could imagine the sight, the sound and feel of her as he
penetrated her for the first time.

He
knew exactly how he would take her. The woman went up in flame every time he
kissed her. Well, he would fuck her and kiss her simultaneously. She would
climax for him. He wouldn’t come until she did.

The
sound of his door opening made him turn.

Marcy
walked into the room, wearing a plain pink cotton bathrobe. The huge smile on
her face said it all. She raised her arms in the air as a sign of victory, and
did a little spin. "I did it!"

Mike
picked her up and swung her around, kissing her the whole time. "I knew
you could. Good for you. Want to tell me about it?" He set her down in
front of him.

She
blushed prettily, from arousal or embarrassment he wasn't sure. "I kind of
thought I got there yesterday, and maybe I did. Kind of pleasant waves - something
little, you know? But I know now what is supposed to happen, and I guess I
relaxed enough that I allowed my body to go there."

"I'm
so proud of you."

"I
only could do it because I was imagining you."

"Really?"
He said, lightly skimming his hands down her arms. "What was I
doing?"

When
he got to her wrists, he pulled them up to his mouth, nibbling and kissing. He
shut his eyes and inhaled her scent. So soft. So feminine! Capturing her
fingers, Mike entwined them with his own.

Marcy
shivered at his touch, and although her lips didn't look dry, she moistened
them. Seeing her tongue lick her lips only made him harder.

After
a somewhat shy and nervous laugh, she said boldly, "You were fucking me,
of course."

She
was trying to hide it, but she was so serious and worried. How could he set her
at ease? Mike wanted her to have fun, to make her laugh, and to enjoy this
first time together.

He
also wanted her desperate, begging and screaming with pleasure.

"It
is all I can do not to throw you down and fuck you right now," he said in
a husky voice as raw need clawed at him. "I've waited so long to have
you." He traced her eyebrows and her mouth with an index finger.
"That was only the first climax you are going to have tonight."

Her
breath hitched. "Really?"

They
were so close. Mike saw her eyes widening, her pulse visible in her throat. "Oh
yeah," he said, delving the fingers of both hands through her thick hair,
and giving her one quick, passionate kiss. He let her go and stepped back a few
paces. "Do you trust me?"

"Of
course."

"Good.
Then let me guide you now."

"Okay."
Marcy swallowed, and shifted apprehensively.

The
sight of her uncertainly and inexperienced arousal spiked his desire. She was
new to this – not to sex, of course, because from what he understood, Trent
always got his. Marcy was like a virgin in many ways. She was naive to the
extraordinary pleasure that she could experience while making love.

More
than anything right now, he wanted to teach her.

"Take
your robe off, Marcy. I need to see you."

She
hesitated for only a moment, and then loosened the tie. Was she afraid? Her
expression showed determined resolution. She blew out a breath with an "I
can do this" look on her face. With her chin up, she allowed her robe to
drop to the floor.

Mike
just stared. Her figure was fantastic, a classic hour glass shape of voluptuous
womanhood. He couldn’t wait to touch and taste those generous breasts, and
suckle her gorgeous pink nipples.

When
he met her gaze he saw doubt in her eyes. Made insecure by a self-absorbed jerk
of an ex, she clearly imagined that she was fat, flawed or imperfect. Marcy was
naked before him. Yet instead of feeling beautiful, feminine and powerful from
the obvious hold she had over him, Mike could see that she felt vulnerable.

He
needed to let her know how much he desired her.

Mike
untied his robe and let it fall, too.

Marcy
drew in an audible breath. Her eyes went straight to his cock, just as he imagined
they would. "Do you see how hard you make me?" he asked.

Wide
eyed, she nodded.

The
smell of her arousal filled the room. There was no more intoxicating scent. "I
think you're the most beautiful woman in the world," he said and pulled
her into him. Her skin seemed cool against his burning flesh. She trembled and
folded into him with a soft sigh.

"God,
you have no idea how much I want you." Mike picked her up and took her to
the bed, laying her down gently. His mouth watered. Mike was desperate to go
down on her, he wanted to taste her, but remembered how her ex never gave her
oral sex because she "smelled."

The
man had made Marcy feel fat, ugly and unattractive.

Asshole.
Marcy wasn't used to receiving oral sex, so that was out for this first time. It
would make her self-consciousness. The poor woman was anxious already. In time
she would learn to love it – just not right now.

Kissing,
he mused.
Kissing turns her on. I'll start with that.

Resting
to one side of her, Mike propped himself on one elbow, and pulled her toward
him so they lay on their sides, looking at each other. Her whole body was tense,
but that was okay.

He
gave her a reassuring smile. "You are so beautiful, Marcy. Just knowing
you and having you here with me has made me the happiest man in the
world." He took her chin in his hand and ran his thumb over her soft lips.
He imagined sliding his throbbing cock into that sweet mouth. Tamping his raging
libido down, he cleared his throat.

"Tell
me what you're thinking because I can see your mind is going about a thousand
miles per hour."

"I'm
worried I'm going to be a lousy lay, Mike. I've always been bad at sex. One
little orgasm does not a success make."

He
laughed and gave her a quick kiss. "You said you trust me, right?"

She
nodded.

"Good.
Shut your eyes. Perfect," he said when she did. "Just do exactly what
I tell you to do. You have no other responsibility than to do that, Okay?"

"Okay."

"You
are going to
feel
– not think. And if this first time for us isn't any good
it will be
my
failure, not yours. But you just have to trust me on this.
When you and I make love it is going to be very, very good – for both of
us."

Marcy
kept her eyes shut, but Mike saw her lips curl up in a smile. "Good girl.
Now we're going to start with what I know we both enjoy." He put one hand
in her hair, his fingers automatically flexing with need. He slid the other
around to her nape, trailing his thumb along the smooth column of her throat.
Then he kissed her.

Mike
put everything he had into that kiss. Love, passion, joy and lust. It was a
physical communication. He wanted her so much. He needed her so much. Marcy was
the most desirable woman in the world. She was the only woman for him.

Caressing
her mouth with lips and tongue, Mike didn't hold back this time. He growled, finally
fully taking his pleasure, take, take, take.

For
the love of God she is so damn sweet.

He
pressed his body and shaft against her, sliding a leg between hers. He was
aware the moment when her tension relaxed into pleasure. Marcy began to strain
toward him. She moaned and put her hands around his neck in an instinctive,
passionate response.
Good.

There
was no rush.

Mike
knew that kissing made her mindless. Marcy, who had a tendency to introvert and
not be able to let herself go, needed to be mindless. Thus he continued to
lick, bite, and take her mouth, lips and tongue. Soon her skin was pink and
swollen. Her pulse had quickened and her chest heaved raggedly. Did kissing
turn her on?

Hell
yes, it surely did.

With
one hand still in her hair pulling against her scalp, he held her firmly, dominating
her body. With her insecurities, she needed to know that he was in control. If
he was in charge, then she might find it easier to surrender to her natural instincts
and physical desires.

Mike
lowered his right hand from her nape, sliding it down her collarbone to the
fullness of her breast. "God, I love your breasts," he said in a
husky voice. "I've wanted to touch them, to taste them for so long. Such
soft skin, so full, so sexy. A beautiful woman with a beautiful body. How did I
get so lucky?"

"Mike,"
Marcy moaned and quivered, her lungs moving up and down in short panting
breaths.

His
cock twitched at the sound of his name on her lips. Marcy wanted him. She had a
pink flush and her skin was moist with sweat. From just kissing she was hot and
horny as hell. How had the douche bag ever imagined that she was frigid?

Trent
had married her, but he never actually
had her
.

It
was karma. Trent had never really known the prize - the treasure that he had held
within his hands. Trent couldn't genuinely
have
his wife because he
didn't deserve anyone as perfect as she was.

"Keep
those eyes shut," Mike commanded, reminding her to obey him when they
started to flutter open. "Or I'll use a blindfold."

"Alright,"
she said and her warm breath tickled over his face, making his balls tighten.
"Sorry."

He
cupped her face. "You are doing great, honey. Now lay on your back. I want
to enjoy your beautiful body."

Marcy
did as she was told. Slowly, Mike began kissing, biting, and nibbling his way
along her throat and jaw. Brushing his hand over the sensitive shell of her ear,
he sucked her earlobe, and kissed and licked beneath it. Then he blew softly on
her moistened skin.

"Yes,
oh yes," Marcy murmured. Gripping his biceps fiercely, she squirmed delightfully
underneath him with pleasure.

He
traveled lower, caressing her shoulders, indulging himself by tasting them,
too. Her skin was so soft. So sweet. His palms moved down, to fondle her
breasts and roll her nipples.

"Jesus
,woman, you have fantastic breasts," he murmured.

They
were so soft. So round. So large. Mike thought that he could easily straddle
her, press them firmly around his cock and fuck them and her wet mouth, too. He
swallowed. He would do that later. It was one of probably a thousand things he
had fantasized about with her.

He
lowered his lips, and trailed a tongue over her nipples. Marcy gave a sharp
intake of breath. Good.

Her
nipples
poked out, swollen, distended and hard for him. Her
breasts were plump, flushed and swollen with need. This created deep male
satisfaction. He spent some time, suckling her and laving. Marcy responded by
bowing and arching into him. Her passion created a heady pleasure in his chest
and groin.

"Do
you like this?" he asked, as he pulled and pinched one engorged nipple and
scraped his teeth over the other, gently biting and teasing.

"Oh,
yes," she gasped. "It feels amazing."

"I
could spend the entire night playing with these," he informed her, toying,
fondling and watching them react. "They love my attention. Are you wet for
me, Marcy? Do you want me to touch you there to find out?"

"Um…um,
yes, I think I am," she said shyly.

He
wasn't going to let her get away with avoiding the question. "Do you want
my hand and fingers between your legs?"

A
soft whimper of need came from her and a long moment of silence. Mike didn’t
move. Then she whispered, "Yes, please."

"Please
what? I need details, hon."

She
cleared her throat and seemed to recover her courage. "Please, Mike, will
you please touch me between my legs?"

"Oh
I like the way you ask, sweetheart," he said, making his voice low and
seductive. "So polite. So needy. I'm going to touch you now, Marcy. I'm
going to make you feel so good."

It
killed him that she was innocent and inexperienced in the sensual pleasures. Marcy
was such a sexual woman. It was his great privilege to show her this, up to now,
hidden side of her natural self.

Mike
suckled her left breast, licking and lightly using his teeth. At the same time
he squeezed and fondled the right. Meanwhile his right hand stroked down past
her ribs, to her stomach, inching toward her coarse curls.

"Spread
your legs for me, Marcy. I'm going to give you just what you want."

"Yes,
Mike," she said and immediately she did so.

Mike
continued to stimulate both of her
sensitive
nipples, while her breathing became deeper and harder. He rolled and tugged her
nipple between forefinger and thumb of the left hand. Meanwhile he suckled and
laved and worried her left nipple. Marcy's heart kicked as she
writhed beneath him, making sweet feminine whimpers and
gasps.

"I
like those noises," he casually informed her. "You sound like a woman
that really needs to be fucked."

Marcy
gasped and squirmed at that. She enjoyed raunchy talk and she sure enjoyed
foreplay. Mike's attention, however, was on the prize.

He
knew a woman's body. There was no need to see her pussy. With consummate skill
he trailed the finger of his right hand around her clitoris, lightly brushing and
circling it. Oh yes, she liked that.

He
delicately separated the folds of her flesh, moving toward the sensitive
entrance to his nirvana. As he guided his fingers in between her folds, and
stroked just outside her entrance, Marcy's channel tightened and gushed. Warm,
slick liquid coated his fingers.

"Fuck,
yes," he said in a guttural whisper, awed by the evidence of her desire. Frigid
my ass. She was hot for it. "You're so wet for me. You want me to fuck you,
don't you?" He easily slipped his index finger deep inside.

"God,
yes, please," she choked, her eyes flaring with lust. Her internal muscles
clenched on his one digit
hard.

His
chuckle was dark. He loved seeing her like this. Could he make her climax by
his hand? Why not?

Mike
pulled out his finger and then put his middle and index finger up her swollen
channel. Marcy whimpered. He moved in and out for a bit, playing with her clit
with his thumb. He pushed both fingers in deep, curled up toward her pubic
bone. Then he made a running motion with his fingers.

This
was a sure-fire G-spot stimulator.

Marcy
gave a kind of strangled moan, and arched up. Her pussy convulsed, gripping his
fingers hard. Mike pressed his hand down flat on her stomach, feeling for
contractions. Was her pussy spasming? Did she orgasm? He didn’t think so, but
damn, something sure as hell had happened. They had been playing for over a
half an hour, and she looked ready to explode.

"Did
you come, sweetheart?" he asked looking at her glassy dilated eyes.

"I
felt something. It was like a wave of pleasure. Do you think that was an
orgasm, Mike?"

He
shrugged. "It sounds close. But I want to fuck you this first time. I want
you to climax with my cock buried in you as far as I can be. Tell me you want
me, Marcy," he said, his voice low with lust and need. "Tell me you
want me deep, filling you with my cock."

Marcy
moaned an almost incoherent affirmative.

"Say
it," he demanded.

"God,
please, Mike! I'm so empty. Please I need you inside me."

Her
eyes were squeezed shut tight. The woman was writhing and grasping his
shoulders with both hands. Sweating and red flushed - Marcy looked fevered.

Serious
foreplay? Check.

He
sure as hell was ready, and so was she. By God he intended to bury himself into
her depths. He knew a sure way to make her climax.