Chapter 9 #3
In a dizzying whirl of ragged breaths, electricity zipping through her body and the undeniable ache pulsing at her core, Keira reached for him, her fingers weaving into his hair, urging him lower. She raised her knees and let them fall to the side, laying herself open to him.
He settled between her legs, parted her folds and touched his tongue to the ultra-sensitized bundle of nerves.
His tongue swirled and flicked in increasing intensity until it catapulted her over the edge in an explosion that rivaled New Year's Eve fireworks, sending sparklers to every nerve in her body.
Her breath lodged in her lungs as she clutched his hair and rode her release to the very last ripple of sensation.
Keira collapsed back against the mattress, sucking air into her starving lungs, the lingering aftershocks pulsating through her, rebuilding the longing and need for more.
Her hands still in his hair, she tugged none too gently.
Rogue moved up her body and lay on her, his body crushing the air from her lungs.
Suddenly, she tensed. She couldn’t breathe, her heartbeat raced and she had the desire to run. Keira pushed against him. “No,” she cried, the sound she made more like that of a cornered animal.
Immediately, Rogue rolled to the side and removed every bit of himself from her body. “Hey,” he said softly. “It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you. We don’t have to go any further. You’re okay.”
As soon as his body left hers, her pulse slowed, she could breathe and her panic abated. Cool air wafting across her skin made her shiver. She rolled onto her side, facing Rogue. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”
“Don’t be sorry,” he said, still not touching her. “I’m not a medical type, but I’d say you had a panic attack—PTSD from the trauma you’ve endured.”
She swirled her finger in the hair on his chest. “I thought PTSD was something guys who’d been to war had.”
“Anyone who’s suffered a traumatic event can have it.”
She shifted her hand lower, running her fingers across his ribs. “It’s just that I couldn’t breathe. I felt trapped.”
Rogue drew in a breath and let it out slowly. “That’s on me. I shouldn’t have put my full weight on you. I should’ve known better.”
“Thing is,” she swallowed hard and gathered courage she hadn’t known she’d need, “I still want you. I still feel empty. like there’s only one way to fill the void.” Her hand slid down to his thick, hard shaft and wrapped around it. “I want to feel you inside me,” she whispered.
With a groan, Rogue wrapped his hand around hers. “You might not be ready for that.”
“I can’t...stop now. My body is still burning.” She met his gaze, her hand sliding from the tip of his cock to the base. It was so hard, so thick, and yet smooth and velvety to her touch. Her pussy clenched. What would it feel like to have him inside her? “You said you have protection?”
He nodded. “But I’m not sure this is a good idea. We should ease into intimacy.”
“Oh, I agree,” she said, her hand rising to swirl around the head and back down where she fondled his balls. “We should definitely ease into it.” Keira released his dick and pushed him onto his back. “Maybe I won’t be so weirded out if I’m not held down.”
He lay on his back, his hands held out to the side as if he was afraid to touch her. “Are you sure you’re ready?”
“Only one way to find out.” She sat up, then swung her leg over him and came up on her knees, straddling his torso. Keira held out her hand. “Protection?”
Rogue’s lips twisted into a wry grin as he reached for the wallet he’d tossed on the nightstand, quickly plucking a packet from inside.
Keira took it from him and scooted down his legs until his cock rose before her, stiff, hard and glorious. She tore the packet open. Before she applied it, she bent to touch the tip with her tongue, running it around the rim.
Rogue sucked in a breath and held it.
Eager to feel him inside, Keira rolled the condom down the length of his shaft and paused to fondle his balls, loving that his body tensed beneath her.
Then she moved up over him, leaned down and kissed him.
He opened to her, meeting her tongue in a long, sensuous caress that left her breathless and more than ready to take him into her.
She rose on her knees, braced her hand on his chest and lowered herself until he pressed against her slick entrance.
Slowly, she lowered herself, taking him into her, her juices coating him, making him slide deeper until she was fully seated against him, where she paused, allowing her body to adjust to his girth. With him inside her, filling her to full, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his.
Eager to get this party started, she rose to her knees.
Rogue’s cock slipped out to the very tip.
He groaned and reached for her. “May I?”
“Touch me?” she asked. “Yes, please.”
Rogue gripped her hips and brought her down, gently.
Keira rocked up again. Rogue brought her down, the friction igniting her blood, her body and her mind. Up and down she moved, intensity increasing with speed.
Rogue’s hands tightened on her hips as he helped her set the pace.
Keira threw back her head and rode him, the tension building to a peak. She launched as he thrust up once more, hard and deep, and then held her tightly against him, his cock throbbing to the pulse of her own release.
Keira lay down on top of Rogue, his warmth grounding her—a perfect encore to their lovemaking.
His arms wrapped loosely around her. If she wanted, she could get away.
“Wow,” she whispered. “Now I get it.”
Rogue chuckled, his chest vibrating beneath her. “Get what?”
“What all the fuss is about,” she whispered against his ear. “I didn’t know sex could feel like that. The longing, the consummating, the afterglow. It’s the whole package.”
“You’re an amazing woman, Keira Davies. Brave, beautiful and incredible to make love with.”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” she said. “Thank you for being patient with me.”
“It was absolutely worth it.” He leaned up and captured her mouth with his. “Now, sleep. We have a lot to consider tomorrow. You’ll need all your strength and brainpower.”
He rolled her onto her side, retaining their connection a little longer.
Keira had never felt quite so relaxed.
As she drifted off, she wondered what her future would hold. If they managed to pull off Lily’s rescue, would they live long enough to bring down such an entrenched organization as the Kaufman Syndicate, or would the tentacles be too far-reaching that powerful people wouldn’t allow it to happen?
Those thoughts whirled without taking hold as another, even more important, emerged in her semi-dream state.
Would there be room in Rogue’s life for someone as damaged as she was?