Chapter Two #2
His mouth demanded her full attention as it worked its way across her face, her throat, and her lips again.
His penis was driving her into a frenzy of pleasure such as she had never, ever known in all of her life.
Why couldn’t it have been this way with Jeff?
she thought briefly. Jeff, whom she had once loved, but was startled to realize she no longer loved.
Other husbands and wives remained lovers.
Why hadn’t they? But it didn’t matter anymore.
She wrapped her long legs around Kyle’s muscled torso, groaning as each new position gave him greater access to her body.
He plunged deeper into the hot, wet maw of her boiling sex.
“Do it! Do it!” she screamed as she kissed his ear, and then nipped the lobe.
Her fingers dug at his muscled shoulders, the nails clawing down his long back.
She strained against him, almost resisting.
“Little bitch!” he growled at her. “Can’t get enough, can you?
” His groin slammed violently into hers as he worked his penis back and forth.
“This is just the beginning,” he told her.
“The things I’m going to do to you and make you do to me, baby, you’re going to love it.
You are so hot, Nora!” He thrust and pumped harder, and even harder as he saw the subtle changes beginning to take place on her face, felt the faint quiver beginning deep inside her body.
“Come on, Nora,” he taunted her, licking at her ear, pushing the tip of his tongue to and fro in it, simulating there what he was doing with his penis in her hot, slick vagina.
“You want to scream, baby! I can feel what’s going on inside of you, Nora! Let it happen! Let it happen!”
She was burning up. She was ready to combust. He seemed to be getting harder and longer with each jab of his talented cock, and she loved it!
She had only climaxed once in her entire life.
The second time she and Jeff had had sex after they were married.
He had scolded her for crying out. Unladylike, he told her.
Decent women didn’t howl like banshees. But now the spasms rocking her very being were turning into violent tremors.
Nora opened her mouth, shrieking with the pleasure her lover was engendering in her.
“Oh, God, yes! Don’t stop, darling! Don’t stop!
Ahhh! Ahhhhhh! Oh! Ohhh, Godddd!” She shuddered violently, and then for the first time in her life fainted.
But she revived herself quickly, shutting her eyes tight, praying, Oh, don’t let me be back in that damned recliner yet! Let me still be on the bed with the black satin sheets, and the marvelous Mr. Gorgeous by my side. Then she felt a kiss on her forehead. Her eyes flew open in spite of herself.
“Told you I could make you scream,” he said, pleased with himself, and smiling his warm, crooked smile at her. “You’re going to come every time I fuck you, Red Rover. Every. Single. Time,” he told her with emphasis on each word.
“Threat or promise?” she asked, recovered, and smiling up at him. “Either way is okay with me, darling Kyle.”
He laughed. “Want to take a shower now?” he asked, getting off the bed.
“The bathroom’s through there, right?” She pointed to another set of double doors on a far wall.
He nodded.
“It better have one of those great big tubs as well as a shower,” Nora said, rising.
“It’s your fantasy,” he responded. “Want to go look?”
It was exactly as she had always dreamed it would be.
Not some small utilitarian room with a tub/shower, sink, and toilet.
This was a great big light and airy chamber with long arched windows offering another view of the cityscape.
The Italian-tile floor was heated. It felt wonderful beneath her bare feet.
The commode—because in a room like this you wouldn’t call it a toilet—and the bidet were set behind lacquered white doors that could be closed for privacy.
Kyle sat her on the bidet. Then, kneeling, he adjusted the water for temperature and direction, turning the bidet on.
After a moment he reached between her thighs and washed her with a soft flannel cloth, then let the water caress her sexual anatomy for a moment or two more.
It was the most sensual and intimate thing any man had ever done to her or for her.
Turning the water off, he drew her up, and gave her a lingering kiss.
“Come and see the rest of the room, Nora,” he invited her.
In one corner of the room was a large curved glass and tile shower.
And the tub was an enormous rectangle of marble sunk into the floor.
There were two steps leading down into the perfumed water.
A mirrored wall was fitted with two marble sinks, each set on its own single column, and no tacky cabinets beneath.
The large closet in the bathroom was opened to reveal shelves filled with black and white towels of thick Egyptian cotton terry, along with matching robes and wraps.
“Gold fixtures,” Nora murmured almost to herself. “Jeff thinks gold fixtures are vulgar,” she told Kyle, “but I like them. Where’s the masseur?”
“He’s available whenever you want him,” Kyle said, not even blinking at her request. He pointed to the small cell phone affixed on the wall by the sinks. “We can call when you’re ready for him.”
“He’s blond, right?” Nora asked. “Austrian with one of those cute accents, and his name is Rolf?”
Kyle nodded, his leaf green eyes twinkling. “Yes, ma’am. He’s exactly as you want him to be.”
“I don’t think I ever want to go back to reality,” Nora said, sighing.
“Everyone has to face reality eventually, Red Rover,” he answered her.
“That’s what makes our fantasies so very special.
” Then, walking across the room, he opened the shower doors and turned on the faucets.
“Come on. We’re both pretty rank, and the night is young.
You still aren’t satisfied. I can tell.”
“I’ve probably never been, considering all the years Jeff has ignored me while he played around,” Nora said bitterly. “And what happens if whoever invented The Channel takes it away?”
“You’re asking me questions I can’t answer, Nora,” Kyle told her. “Don’t worry about what hasn’t happened yet, if it ever happens. Let’s just enjoy the moment.” He held out his hand to her. “Come on, baby.”
Taking the hand, Nora let him draw her into the shower. There were water jets spouting at her from every angle. She could have sworn that the shower water was perfumed too. But was such a thing possible? Hey, why not? It was her fantasy, after all.
“This is a liquid-soap dispenser,” Kyle said as he showed her a small spigot and matching button in the tiled wall.
He pressed it, and began rubbing the slick substance across her shoulders.
His big hands worked down her back, and over her rounded buttocks.
Then he let the water jets rinse her back clean before turning her about and washing her breasts, her torso, and the luxuriant curls covering her pubic mound. The water rinsed her again.
“My turn!” Nora told him gaily. She pushed the button, and her hand was filled with the sweet smelling soap.
She began to wash him in the same manner as he had washed her, hands smoothing over hard flesh.
His shoulders were broad. His torso was narrow.
His butt simply adorable. She couldn’t resist giving it a little squeeze.
“You’ve got the cutest tush,” she told him. Then she let the water rinse him.
He turned about so she might wash his front.
Her hands worked leisurely across his chest while his hands began to caress her breasts, moving down along her rib cage, and finally to her belly.
Her hands followed his every move. She soaped his pubic hair, fondling his hairy balls with a teasing motion, washing his penis, which was growing harder with each stroke of her hands.
His response was to be expected. Reaching down, he pushed between her nether lips into her vagina with two fingers to tease her back.
Then they were kissing again while the hot water pouring over them began to feel cool in relation to the heat their bodies were generating with their rising sexual arousal.
His hands cupped her buttocks as he backed her into the tile wall of the shower.
The fingers were withdrawn, replaced by his hard penis as he lifted her up, then lowered her onto his eager organ.
She sheathed him entirely, her arms tightening about his neck.
Fuck! That was all it seemed she wanted to do.
Fuck! She was soaking wet from her head to her toes, and all she wanted to do was pleasure herself on this man’s talented cock.
She groaned almost angrily as she felt her climax coming much too quickly. “No, damnit!”
“Let it happen,” he hissed in her ear. “There’s going to be more where that came from, Nora. I never get tired. Let it happen, and just enjoy.”
“Ahhhh!” She could help herself, and she immediately wanted more.
Kyle laughed softly, and kissed her tenderly as his arms went about her.
He set her down on her feet again. “Poor Red Rover,” he said.
“I can only imagine what it has been like for you with Jeff. He didn’t give a damn about you.
Just grabbed his own pleasure and left you hanging.
A wham-bam man, right?” His big hand stroked Nora’s wet hair.
“Once you get used to me, Nora, you’ll see that you don’t have to rush.
I told you. I’m tireless. I can go on just as long as you need me to go on.
I’m going to teach you to take your time and get all the pleasure you want. Trust me.”