A stormy night
“not shy, are you?” He covered her hand with his and pressed it a little harder against his length. This might be a new level of excitement, but he certainly hadn’t had a relaxed second all evening.
“In my experience, it’s best to articulate your wants and needs clearly,” she purred suggestively. Did she do that on purpose, or did it happen automatically when she was aroused? Because she certainly seemed to be. No matter the reason, though, he was incredibly turned on by it.
“Do you want to stay here on the sofa or go upstairs to the bedroom?” He breathed a few small kisses on her neck and was delighted to see her shiver. No matter what she decided, tonight he would be in charge. He still had a lot to make up for, and he was ready to do just that.
“Let’s go upstairs. The sofa has too much of an audience.” Her breathing sounded a little choppy.
He bit back a comment that in the Inverness pub, she hadn’t been so worried about anyone seeing them. Instead, he took her hand and led her all the way up the stairs.
“What do you think of my little sanctuary?” he asked when they had reached the top floor.
“It’s incredible. You’ll have to show me in full. After …” She was a little out of breath – and not, he hoped from climbing the stairs …?
“Are you sure? I have a jacuzzi bath that sits two.”
That threw her off her stride for a moment. “Really? I thought you bought the place from some old couple whose children had moved out decades ago.”
“I did. Clearly older people like comfortable bathrooms too.” He tugged at the ties of her wrap top. All evening, he had dreamed of how he would undo it and expose her undoubtedly marvellous breasts.
“And a walk-in wardrobe the size of a bedsit?” Alright, she was still discussing the space.
“Why not? But the bed is brand new and in need of christening.”
“Is that so?” she asked, finally giving him her full attention. “The poor thing. We should probably help it out, shouldn’t we?” While she was bantering, he had undone the ties and she let the silky top slide down her shoulders, exposing a dark grey lace bra.
Apart from that, she was wearing only her jeans and trainers.
Still far too much for his liking! But he was planning to take his time today.
So he bent down, brushed her long black hair to one side and covered her delicate neck, shoulder and collarbone with gentle kisses.
He slowly worked his way to her breasts, and she moaned with pleasure as he sucked her already hard nipple through the lace.
His hands felt their way to the clasp on the back and freed her from the seductive garment.
Then, it was his turn to gasp for air. The sight of her full, soft breasts had him doubting his earlier resolve.
Shona seemed to be just as impatient, her straying fingers struggling to release his belt.
“Let’s not rush,” he growled and gently pushed her hands away. “Tonight, it’s your turn.”
“Is that so? Still, do we really need trousers for that? Or clothes at all … Your poor bed is waiting.”
“As long as you can still talk this much, this is all you’re getting.
” He pulled her so close to him that she could hardly move as he pressed his lips to hers.
This time, too, it was as if some mysterious force took over.
Just like back in Inverness, when a kiss had completely derailed his ability to think or act, and it had been the same earlier in the kitchen.
He had always enjoyed kissing, but never before had he experienced the connection of two mouths, two tongues in such harmony.
It was as if his touch revealed the true Shona and himself at the same time.
Unrestrained passion, tender longing, yearning, craving, devotion.
So much more that he couldn’t even begin to put into words.
Their surroundings fell away as did their sense of time and space.
They had arrived in a whole new universe of their own making, a place entirely of their own.
Suddenly, they were on his bed. Naked, their limbs intertwined.
Kendrick couldn’t recall when they had undressed or how they had ended up there, but it didn’t matter.
This new world of sensations needed neither reason nor direction, and he was irresistibly drawn into an ever-deeper vortex of lust. Gasps and moans inflamed his passion until he couldn’t tell if they were his or hers.
Shona’s hands were everywhere, while his right hand was searching out the tender spot between her legs.
He stroked her smooth mound and let his fingers slide deeper.
Hot and wet, she moved against his hand, asking for more, and he was only too happy to comply.
He let his index and middle fingers glide inside of her while he circled her clitoris with his thumb.
He desperately wanted to taste her, but her mouth kept his busy and her hands were buried in his hair.
He didn’t know where he felt it first – his hands or his lips – but for the first time in his life, he felt an orgasm completely overtake a woman.
It was magical, and it could not have satisfied him more to come himself.
Without breaking their kiss, he held Shona tightly in his arms until the wave subsided and her breathing slowed.
Very soon she stirred again, caressing his chest with one hand while letting the fingernails of her other run down his back.
“Condom,” she demanded firmly. Or that’s how he translated the sound she made against his lips.
He turned to the bedside table to grab the packet he had put there earlier, and once again she surprised him by taking it from him, tearing the wrapper and skilfully slipping the condom over his shaft.
He was certain she had a lot more experience with this than he did, but he wasn’t going to complain as her knowing hands massaged his rock-hard penis and then guided him exactly where he most wanted to be.
When he entered her, it felt like coming home.
The blood pounded in his ears, and he desperately hoped he would last longer this time.
He tried to force his mind back to the sheep he had dewormed earlier, but the alluring, tight feeling of her hot vagina around him was too overpowering. He thrust into her, again and again.
“Look at me,” she gasped beneath him and got hold of his head with both hands. “Look at me,” she repeated, and he finally opened his eyes.
What he saw in hers took his breath away: lust, passion and ...
love? He gasped for air, and she wrapped her legs around his hips, inviting him even deeper inside of her as she accelerated their pace.
There was no way he would be able to keep this up for long.
But suddenly her gaze transformed, her eyes distant and unfocused, and her mouth formed a soundless O.
A moment later, her muscles tightened around his shaft and with a guttural cry, she came again.
It was more than he could bear. Another thrust, a bright flash of light, and he came so hard he was worried about the condom. Thunder clapped.
It took him a moment to connect the dots. The thunder and lightning were actually happening outside and had nothing to do with the incredible storm that had rocked his bed, even if the simultaneous releases were almost too matched to be true.
“Wow,” Shona gasped as he rolled off her, breathing heavily. “That was ...” She seemed as lost for words as he was. Lightning flashed again, immediately followed by more rumblings of thunder.
Had he closed all the windows in the house?
“I’ll go check on the dogs,” he said and swung his legs out of the bed.
He rushed downstairs and closed the kitchen window, which was still open.
Orla and Higgins didn’t seem to mind the storm; they were contentedly asleep on his sofa.
Even better! He looked round; everything was fine.
But then he looked down at himself and found the condom still where it had been.
He grinned. Time to prioritise! He disposed of it in the rubbish, washed up at the sink and was on his way back upstairs when a sudden idea stopped him.
He returned to the kitchen and grabbed the ice cream from the freezer, plus two spoons and a bottle of water and returned upstairs.
Shona was still processing what had just happened.
These last few minutes – or had it been hours?
– had given her two incredible orgasms and still had her body vibrating like a live wire.
Though that could also be due to the tension in the air, she tried to kid herself.
From outside, the next wave of lightning cast a ghostly spotlight across the ceiling, followed immediately by booming thunder.
How Kendrick had been able to get his wits together so quickly was beyond her, but she was touched that the dogs were his immediate concern.
Which, strictly speaking, should have been her responsibility.
She was still wondering if she should get up too when she heard hurried footsteps on the stairs.
So she leant against the padded headboard and snuggled into the covers.
When Kendrick entered the room, there was another flash of lightning, and in the harsh light his body looked like the statue of a chiselled Greek god.
A god of wrath? No, rather a god of lust. She swallowed hard as he stepped closer – stark naked, with ice cream and two spoons in one hand, a bottle of water in the other.
His body was insanely attractive, and at that moment, he radiated such confidence that she felt protected just looking at him. “Are they okay?” she asked.
“Couldn’t be better. Both asleep on the sofa. And I still owe you dessert.” He handed her the ice cream and climbed back into bed.
“I think I’ve already had my dessert. Two servings, actually,” she replied with a giggle and winced as more thunder rolled.
Kendrick scootched closer and put an arm around her shoulders. “Are you afraid of storms?”