Chapter 6 #3
They both jerked a little, as if what had happened was unexpected. It was certainly completely new to Chloe, but then she wasn’t really an expert.
Mike lifted his mouth and looked down at her. His eyes narrowed, his face somber, as if he’d just received a shock, perhaps an unwelcome one.
Before she could say anything, pull back because it seemed clear he wasn’t happy with the kiss, he bent down again and there was nothing tentative about this kiss. He simply opened her mouth with his and explored it.
Another wave of heat went through her. She leaned against him to get as close as possible and it was like leaning against steel. The first time his tongue touched hers Chloe shuddered.
He must have felt something too because he tightened his strong arm around her back and, lifting her, walked two steps to the wall.
There was no discernable change in his breathing when he lifted a full grown woman, one-armed. The change in breathing came a few seconds later, after her back thudded against the wall and he moved closer to her, as close as the wall was at her back, without ever lifting his mouth.
The kiss became heated, pure sex—sex with their mouths and not genitalia, but it was just as hot, just as exciting and it had the same effect on her vagina. Each stroke of his tongue made her clench tightly between her legs, a reaction she was utterly unable to stop.
Not that she wanted to. She wanted him even closer, though that wasn’t possible.
Her arms around his neck tightened and she lifted herself up to his mouth, craving the feel of him everywhere.
She felt his every breath through her mouth, against her breasts as that incredibly wide chest started bellowing.
A foot stepped between hers, then two. His thighs somehow opened hers up and then his entire groin was plastered against hers and…oh God.
Right against her belly she could feel it.
Feel him. Big and thick and hard. What was happening to her every time his tongue touched hers, was also happening to him.
Where her vagina contracted, his penis moved, became impossibly longer, thicker.
He was grinding against her, mouth to mouth, chest to breasts, groin to groin, setting off a friction that ignited her inside.
Each move he made inflamed her more and more.
Her eyes were so heavy she couldn’t open them. Though she’d like to see his face, there was no question of opening her eyes. Her body didn’t want to see him, it wanted to feel him. Feel all that massive strength and heat, concentrated on her, feeding his heat into her.
The kiss went on and on and on, as she moved into a place without time, where there was just an endless now, glowing with heat.
Mike reached down to the hem of her skirt and placed his hand on the outside of her thigh. His hand was so huge it covered an amazing amount of skin. The skin of his palms was rough, she could feel the nylon catching as he slowly brought his big palm up and up.
His entire body jerked when he realized she wore thigh-highs.
Chloe had always hated the tight restriction of panty hose and was glad of it now because when his hard palm moved up over the lace at the top of her stockings, he touched her bare flesh and she shivered, goose bumps breaking out all over her body, which was crazy because she was also steaming hot.
At the feel of bare flesh, he stilled, and lifted his mouth.
Oh God, was she supposed to open her eyes?
Because it was so hard to do. Almost impossible.
Her head felt loose on her neck. She was upright simply because there was the wall at her back and Mike Keillor at her front, otherwise she’d fall down.
She opened her eyes when a second passed without Mike kissing her. It wasn’t easy. Her lids lifted slowly, as if lead weights were attached to them. All she could see was Mike’s face filling her entire field of vision.
He was watching her closely. Maybe to see if she’d object to him touching bare flesh?
Foolish, foolish man.
Chloe lifted herself up a little and placed her mouth on his. Mike drew a deep breath, the air coming from her own lungs, then plunged into her. It was the only possible word to describe the feeling that he possessed every inch of her.
He pulled back a second. She wondered why then felt cool air against her thighs. He’d pulled up her skirt so that when he leaned heavily against her, she could feel every hard inch of him.
His hips pressed hard against her, thighs opening hers until somehow, as if by magic, as if by some heavenly alignment, his penis was right against her vagina, opening up her lips, rubbing against her…there.
She whimpered, the sound lost in Mike’s mouth. She was entirely his, completely without willpower or volition. His mouth ate at hers, his shoulders curved in to her like some powerful wall of flesh. He moved his hips against her in short, stabbing movements, hands lifting her hips against his.
He gasped, tilted his head, tongue moving deeply in her mouth.
She could feel the heat of his penis through his briefs, his trousers and her own silk panties.
It burned, his penis hot, moving fast, moving exactly where all her nerves were so raw it was as if he’d switched on an electrical current right… there.
She was on some vast ocean of pleasure, warm and honeyed and filled with joy. And then, the ocean rose, lifted, became a huge wave coming at her, closer and closer, faster and faster…
She gave a cry that was lost in his mouth as her body exploded in a burst of heat coming from her thighs, but spreading fast throughout her entire body, her vagina contracting sharply in uncontrollable pulses so strong and sharp they were almost, but not quite, painful and spread throughout her, down to her fingertips and toes.
She’d shot way out into outer space and came floating back down slowly, in swooping motions. Everything that had been a heated rush slowed and cooled. Gravity reasserted itself, she felt the floor under her feet again. Eyes closed, she sighed.
Amazing. Everything about that had been just amazing. The best experience of her life. As a matter of fact, nothing else had ever come even close.
Mike lifted his mouth from hers.
She sighed again and opened her eyes and received a shock.
Mike did not look happy. He looked as if he were in pain.
“I’m sorry,” he said tightly and her happiness disappeared, just like that. Like flipping a switch.
“You are?” Chloe whispered, appalled.
He was sorry. Well, what was she supposed to do with that? He was sorry he kissed her, made her climax? It had been the happiest experience of her life and he was sorry?
Oh my God. What had she done wrong? Had she misread the situation? But—but he’d been the one to initiate the kiss. Had she responded…badly? Inappropriately? Too strongly?
How horrible, because it was one of the few times in her life where she didn’t overthink the situation. She didn’t even think at all. Her head hadn’t been involved in any way. Pure instinct had taken over, something that rarely happened to her. Never, actually.
Well, she already knew her instincts were off, didn’t she?
Even more horrible, there was nowhere she could go with her embarrassment. Her back was to the wall, literally, and Mike was plastered against the entire front of her body. She couldn’t move an inch. At least she could lower her eyes…
A strong, rough hand cupped her chin and forced her head up. Mike was looking puzzled. “You’re not sorry? I took it from zero to a hundred in a second.”
“Sorry? How could I be sorry?” she blurted. “That’s never happened to me before. It was wonderful.”
Mike blinked, astonished.
Chloe knew perfectly well that was not the kind of thing a full-grown woman should say to an adult male. She didn’t date much—actually, she didn’t date at all—but she read and she listened to her few friends and it was de riguer after the age of eighteen to be experienced.
But Chloe had never really learned how to dissemble. She had no knack for it at all. The words had simply popped out of her mouth and it was too late to retract them. Too late to pull some kind of sophisticated comeback to cover her dismay.
Well, you got me off nicely, thank you. Good orgasm, definitely an A, maybe an A+. We should do that again sometime, when we’re in the mood.
Mike said, his voice rough, eyes locked on her mouth.
“Jesus. If you’re not sorry, if I don’t have to apologize, then I’m really not sorry.
As a matter of fact, if we don’t go now I’m going to do that again, very soon.
Only we’d both be naked.” He lifted his eyes to hers.
“But we have all the time in the world for that, don’t we? ”
Even more than the raw almost-sex against the wall, his expression now was the sexiest she’d ever seen. This handsome, incredibly male man was entirely focused on her and sex was most definitely on his mind.
He was utterly aroused, and she didn’t need the huge column of his penis against her belly to know that.
It was imprinted in every line of his face.
The cords of his neck stood out, a red flush stood out under his tanned skin, his jaw muscles were clenched.
His eyes were narrowed, chips of blue fire between the lids.
He stared at her, unblinking, then lowered his head.
Oh, fabulous. More of that was on the way. You don’t miss something if you don’t know it. But now that Chloe had experienced that incredible blast of energy that somehow left her lax and warm, she wanted more of it.
Sex made the world go around. She’d known that intellectually, because sex was everywhere recognized as one of the most potent forces in human affairs. It moved mountains, apparently. Lifted up teen idols, brought down Presidents, inspired great works of art, moved hearts to murder.
Chloe had always thought of herself as immune to all that, just one more sign that she was destined to spend her life on the outside, looking in.