Wolfish in Sheep’s Clothing #4
“On the contrary, I’m going to show you the value of patience.” He ran his forefinger over her lips softly and she opened them and took his finger into her mouth, sucking and biting down. She saw the rise and fall of his chest and reached out, but he stepped back and said, “Patience, Kat.”
She was so surprised – and very intrigued.
Calder just stared at her for a moment, up and down, his eyes resting longest on her breasts, then moving downward in a way that made her body tense and excited.
He leaned down and began kissing above the deep v-neck of her dress.
His fingers would lightly graze the curve of her breasts and then move to stroke her hip.
Hers was an ordinary body, with practical hips and practical breasts, and a practical small curve of tummy, and legs that could stand or walk all day long. But Calder’s touch made her feel the wonder of it, the loveliness of being a woman.
She let out a small sound of pleasure when he pulled the fabric of her dress up to caress her thigh.
His fingers explored the lace tops of her thigh highs and his eyes widened.
He let her hem fall again, and began running his fingers beneath her neckline into the cups of her bra.
When she’d press towards him, he’d stop and nuzzle her neck.
Thrilled and frustrated, she stood still. Finally, he tugged at the tie that held her dress closed, slowly unwrapping the dress and letting it fall to the white sheepskin rug. He gazed at her in her black bra, panties, thigh-highs and heels, and he inhaled deeply.
“Silk stockings,” he said, pleased. “You’re full of surprises, Kat.”
She watched as Calder pulled off his shirt. The hair on his chest was dark and his shoulders were muscled. She thought of his story about being a trow.
He was leisurely as he removed his belt, his shoes and socks, and finally his trousers and briefs, and stood facing her, just out of her reach.
He was even more beautiful now, naked and primal and fully excited.
She wanted to drop to her knees and take him in her mouth, and she shivered with anticipation.
He picked her up and laid her on the bed, standing beside it and gazing at her for long seconds. Then he leaned over and began kissing her belly, circling his tongue on the sensitive nerves of her navel, and she raked her fingers through his thick dark hair.
His tongue moved to her panties. He nipped the fabric and pulled it up, and slid his finger beneath, but only at the edge. Then he moved towards her stockings, running his fingertips along the lace tops, brushing his fingers ever so lightly down the silk on her legs.
He took off one of her heels and kissed the top of her foot, and then did the same with the other, and used his thumbs to press into her arch.
He stroked upwards along her legs now, and she was trembling with anticipation when he put his mouth on her silk panties, his warm breaths coming through the thin material.
When she arched her hips, wanting him, he said, “Not yet.” He flipped her over on to her stomach and then got on the bed and straddled her.
Slowly, but firmly, he kneaded the muscles that ran along her spine, from her shoulders down.
She felt his hardness pressing against her.
She didn’t want him to draw away again, so she gripped the pillow to keep from reacting, but she couldn’t help making small noises of mingled pleasure and desire.
Every inch of her body tingled with sexual awareness in a way she’d never experienced before.
Kat felt Calder unclasp her bra and then his warm mouth kissed her back, all the way down. He turned her over again and pulled the bra straps off her arms. He threw the delicate garment across the room, and his breathing was rough and fast.
When Calder took her nipple in his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue, the sensation electrified her. He reached to her other nipple, teasing it, until she was saying, “Please, please, please!” and reaching down for him and raising her hips upward, trying to urge him to hurry.
He sat back on his heels and said, “Good things come to those who wait, Kat.”
She swallowed and forced herself to lay back.
When she was still, he pulled down her panties and spread her legs.
“Oh, Kat,” he said before sliding down and tenderly kissing the insides of her thighs.
When he did more, she could no longer stay motionless.
He pushed her thighs up and did impossibly marvellous things with his fingers, lips, tongue.
Every time she felt the pleasure in her rising to its cusp, he’d pull back, until she thought she couldn’t bear it anymore.
“Please, Calder, please!” she cried out, and he finally moved up on the bed.
He reached to the nightstand, opened a drawer and took out a condom.
He tore open the package, and she reached for the condom and rolled it over him with trembling hands.
Then Calder finally entered her, filling her, and taking her up and over the edge until all she felt was wave after wave of pleasure.
She thought the feeling couldn’t continue, but he didn’t stop until the sensation increased more intensely and she was crying out and sinking her fingernails into his hips, urging him on harder and faster.
Then they shuddered together and her arms went limp. They were breathing heavily, damp with sweat, and she felt in a daze with the sheer joy of it all.
He brushed a curl from her forehead and said, “My beautiful wild Kat,” then kissed her tenderly before slowly slipping away and moving to lie beside her.
She admired the width of his shoulders and the way his dark hair curled at his neck. Kat rolled to her side to face him. She kissed his mouth and his chest and then put her arms around him.
He stroked her head and said, “You were very patient.”
“It was worth it.”
“Good, because it nearly killed me,” he said, and she felt his chest shake with laughter. “I wanted you the moment I saw you sitting so self-assured by yourself.”
She remembered watching Calder on the street, and how she yearned for him then. “Calder, you’re beautiful,” she said and ran her hand over his back and his firm hip.
“You’re indulging yourself on holiday, darlin’. You’ll go back to your husband or lover … which is it?”
“I’ll go home. Who will you go home to?”
“To my work. To remembering the beautiful American woman with hair that gleamed like the autumn fields at sunset, and amber eyes, and the patience of a saint. A very provocative, lusty saint in silk stockings.”
“How did you know they’re silk?”
“I’m a man who knows quality, Kat. You’re quality.”
They slumbered for an hour and then woke up touching each other. This time she was the one who reached over to the night table and opened the drawer. It was filled with dozens of condom packets.
Calder saw her expression and said, “My friend’s idea of a joke for the guest room.”
“Funny friend,” she said, taking a packet and handing it to Calder.
She climbed atop him and said, “My turn to be in charge.” She moved against him slowly at first, then hurrying as he held her hips and guided her up and down.
The pleasure in her built again, and she was crying out as sensation flooded through her.
When Kat collapsed atop him, she laughed and said, “Next time, I’ll do it at a glacier’s pace, I’ll kiss and lick and nip and suck you until you’re begging me, please, please, please, but this time was still good.”
“It was bloody brilliant.” His breathing became slow and even, and he murmured, “Sorry, I was up very early. Tomorrow we’ll have all day and all night. Tomorrow you’ll make me beg. Sweet dreams, wild Kat.”
In a few minutes, he was asleep. Kat got up and went to the bathroom to wash up.
She put toothpaste on her finger to brush her teeth.
Seeing herself naked, with her crazy tumbled hair, her lips red from kissing, and pale violet love bites, her bare full breasts, Kat had never felt more beautiful or womanly.
She went to the kitchen and got a glass of water.
She drank it as she walked back to the bedroom.
A door off the entryway was ajar and she pushed it open out of curiosity.
It was a small office with spare Scandinavian furniture.
She flicked on the light and saw a desktop with a large monitor, neat files, and a silver cup filled with pens.
She looked at the framed photo beside the monitor and saw Calder and the blonde woman, his arm over her shoulder, smiling to the camera. Calder was heartbreakingly handsome in his evening jacket and kilt, and the woman was radiantly beautiful in an ivory wedding dress.
Calder was Emma’s man in the kilt.
Suddenly responsible Kathy returned. What had she just done, and whom had she done it with?
She was quiet as she gathered her clothes from the bedroom. She took one last look at gorgeous, lying, cheating Calder. Then she blew out the candles, quickly dressed in the hallway, picked up her purse, and left the flat.
It was late, but she remembered the direction of the main street and walked there. A few people chatted in groups on the street, and Kathy stood shivering until a taxi approached.
When she returned to her hotel, she thought the night clerk was leering at her. She went to her room and showered under the hottest water she could endure. She got in bed, pulled the blankets up to her neck, and began crying.
It was both the best and the worst birthday she’d ever had and she wished she’d never left home.
When the grey light of morning came, Kathy opened her eyes and remembered where she was and what had happened.
Her thighs ached from the night before and her head was heavy from guilt and alcohol.
She listened to the rain outside and the city noises: delivery trucks, raised voices, horns, construction sounds from a renovation nearby.
She didn’t want to go downstairs to the usual complimentary English breakfast so she drank tea while staring out the window.