Chapter 2
Kat
Ipulled him deeper into my mouth, which was no small feat, but the man inspired me.
Reality changed itself to accommodate his whim.
Certainly I’d changed, more than I ever imagined that I could.
More than I’d hoped, in my wildest dreams. My capacity for pleasure, fun, trust, joy, was transformed already.
That would have scared me to death if I’d had the bandwidth for it, but I was ass over teakettle in love, my senses overwhelmed.
There was no space left for silly hang-ups.
And besides, my life was awash with luxury, far more than any heathy woman needed.
And then there were the orgasms, too. And the laughter, the tenderness, the cuddling.
I’d never had that, or even thought that I wanted it.
But I wanted it now. It seemed ignoble to complain about his commanding vibe when he was commanding me to be delighted, pleasured, wooed, courted, flattered. I just needed to get over myself and let myself have this good thing.
I added my hands to the blowjob, since there was plenty of room on his long shaft to squeeze and stroke.
Besides, I liked feeling the powerful throb of his heart against my palms, like a heavy drum beat.
I pumped him, tight and slow, my fingers lubricated with slippery pre-come, while I lavished attention on his cockhead with my mouth.
I loved the taste, the flushed color, the heart-shape.
The web of pulsing veins along his shaft.
Best of all was that look on his face. Like he was at my mercy, and I was vast, infinitely powerful.
Like pleasure and release was mine alone to bestow.
Next time around, it would be his turn to be the love god, bestowing pleasure. And I would be the helpless one, sobbing and whimpering. Back and forth. Great fun.
Our constant power struggle was kind of kinky, maybe, but Ethan was a good sport.
Any normal guy would have gotten tired of my push-me-pull-you shenanigans by now, but Ethan had boundless energy to play.
And he wasn’t afraid of me. I had no idea how much I had craved that until I finally experienced it.
He had that improbable combination of self-confidence coupled with intense awareness and sensitivity.
He helped me get right where I needed to go, every time.
That perfect balance, that place in my head where all the bad stuff disappeared, and it was just the two of us in that shining, perfect place in my head.
And I loved to return the favor. I pulled him deeper, stroking his whole length with my tongue, gripping that thick root, sliding…
“Wait,” he forced out.
“For what? You’re almost there,” I murmured, cupping his balls tenderly.
“I want to come with you,” he said. “Inside you.”
Wow, that was one of my other favorite things. I considered that delicious and appealing possibility, still pumping his cock, and imagined myself, all filled up with that big, stiff rod. Pleasured by his fabulous technique. Mmmm. Yes, please.
I got up, and indicated that he sit on the couch. “Sit. Right there. Right now.”
“As you command, my goddess,” he said, kicking his jeans and briefs off his ankles.
“None of your sass,” I warned.
He lifted his hands in mock surrender. “God, no.” His voice had that deep, velvety tone that just stroked all my secret spots and made me shiver in delight, but I kept my face stern and unrelenting as he sank down onto the couch, sitting on my damp bathrobe, his eyes hot with need.
I put my hands on his shoulders and swung my thigh over his. Facing him, straddling him, brandishing my tits right in his delighted face. God, that dazzled look in his eyes. I couldn’t get enough of it.
“Hold up your cock,” I said imperiously. “Pet my pussy with it. Don’t put it inside me yet. Just do that thing you do, sliding it up and down my pussy lips. All around my clit. I love that. Get yourself all hot and wet and slippery with lube.”
He complied. I could tell he was trying not to grin, just in case it set me off. Dangerous, capricious goddess that I was, with my wild mood swings.
He gripped the base of his cock in his big fist, and presented it for my pleasure, which I took, slowly and sensually…and selfishly. Eyes closed, head back. Putting on a big sexy merciless show for him, with my thighs spread, undulating over him as he petted my vulva with the blunt tip of his cock.
It felt so good. Every little licking stroke made me shiver and glow. As time went on, he began dipping slightly deeper into my slick opening with each probing stroke, freshly coating his cock with my slippery balm, then petting my clit again.
He nudged himself slightly inside, stroking the entrance to my channel with that thick bulb, manipulating my clit with his thumb and driving me to gasping, whimpering madness with his teasing, skillful strokes.
He was in no hurry at all. He just stayed there, pulsing, teasing… pushing me closer…and oh God, yes....
My release jolted wrenching waves of pure sensation pulsing through me.
When my eyes opened, his cock was wedged deep inside me. He was barely moving, just a slow, sexy pulsing beneath me. Waiting. Smiling.
I licked my lips, cleared my throat. “I, um…I did not say you could do that,” I said, breathless and quavering. Trying to sound stern. Failing utterly.
He gripped my hips, driving up into me. “You were too busy coming.” Faster than I could react, he rolled me over, never dislodging himself.
An acrobatic trick that never ceased to amaze me, and left me sprawled on the couch, aftershocks of my orgasm still throbbing through any thighs, my toes, my chest, my face.
I wanted to say something crisp, to get the upper hand, but I was too overwhelmed. Rendered down into a hot, sweet, syrupy liquid, full of light.
Then he began fucking me. I was so intensely primed for it, every pounding stroke wound me up tighter.
Soon I was writhing, yelling, lifting myself so that his thrusts could slam deeper.
My fingers digging into his back, his ass, wanting more, more, and he gave it to me.
His body in thrall to mine and mine to his.
As always, he timed it just so that my orgasm wrenched through me right when his own thundered through him. I loved it. The hot, earthy intimacy of it, when he came inside me. Our souls wrapped around each other, wild and naked and free.
When I drifted back to regular space-time, I felt oddly, well…
happy. It startled me every time. Scared me, too.
Balance had been restored, though probably not for long, me being what I was.
But when l got all twisted up, Ethan knew just how to unravel me.
He just had to do it often. That was the trick. Good thing he was up for it.
He murmured, kissing my neck, licking the sweat. “You good?”
“For now,” I hedged. “You’ve done your duty. At least until my unquenchable thirst needs slaking once again.”
“I’ll slake you anytime you want, day or night,” he assured me. “Relax.”
Oh God, he was beautiful. Those smoldering dark eyes, that keen, intense face, that muscular, ripped body. I just couldn’t stop staring at him like a love-struck ninny.
“Relaxing is not my strong suit,” I admitted. “Do you think I’ll mellow with age?”
“I don’t care,” he replied. “Just stick with me, and we can keep on duking it out, back and forth, until we’re ancient and toothless.
We’ll get rubber matting on our bedroom floors so we won’t break our hips when we fling each other around.
It’ll work out fine. Hey, I’m going to grab a quick shower. Join me?”
“Sure.” I knew what a shower with Ethan always portended, and I was down for it.
Fortunately for me, once we were in the big shower stall, I didn’t even have to stand on my rubbery legs.
Ethan did all the work. Holding me up, my thighs wound around him, water pounding down from above, and his big, hard cock pounding up from below until we both exploded again.
Afterward, he soaped me up, carefully rinsed me, and lovingly dried every inch of my body.
I felt so light. I could float away, like a little pink cloud.
When we emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in bathrobes again, the intercom buzzed, and Ethan hit the button. “Yeah?”
“Your takeout arrived.” It was the voice of Amos, one of the Unredeemables currently guarding Ethan’s town house. “I left it on the kitchen table for you.”
“Okay. We’re not presentable, so stay out of the dining room while we eat.”
“None of us would dare come anywhere near you two without announcing it with a goddamn trumpet fanfare.” Amos said drily. “Don’t worry. Enjoy your meal.”
We headed downstairs, grabbed a couple of plates and dug in.
Pan fried dumplings, grilled chicken skewers with peanut sauce, pepper salted shrimp, ginger beef, squid with chili oil, red curry with chicken, sticky rice.
I had developed a hell of an appetite since I started hanging out with this guy.
Fortunately, we burned it off on a daily basis.
“So,” I said, licking peanut sauce off my fingers. “Have you given any more thought to having Holly come to my class? Heavily guarded, of course. She could really use the company, and the exercise. We can’t keep her cloistered forever.”
Ethan shook his head. “Not yet,” he said stubbornly. “We still haven’t been able to figure out who took Shane. That bastard is still out there. And every last goddam one of us is a walking target. We are all potentially as useful to this mystery fucker as we were to Vincent and Nicole.”
My body tightened instinctively at the mention of the monsters we had recently defeated. “At some point you’re going to have accept the possibility that we may never know who our enemy is,” I said. “We have to live our lives anyway.”
He gave me that steely look, and took a pull on his beer. “That may well be,” he said. “But that moment has not yet arrived.”