Crash Into You (25 page)

             
She was desperate for comfort, but it also terrified her.   She didn’t want to get stuck, to not know what the rest of her life could be. If she stayed, if she let him infiltrate her heart and soul and mind the way she knew he would, she would find herself thoroughly in love with Mark Spanner.  But the questions of her life would still be unanswered.

             
Mark lifted her shirt from her body.  He pulled down her pants and panties, then knelt down and removed her socks.  Looking down at him, she felt her resolve melt.  She wanted to lose herself in his body, warm herself with his heat.  It made her feel alive.

             
And she was actually getting hooked on that feeling.  That startled her.  It was much easier to stay numb.

             
She followed Mark into the large acrylic enclosure, in the saturating spray of six showerheads.    Mark picked up the bottle of fancy honeysuckle body wash that she’d picked up at Carrie’s Apothecary.   He poured a generous amount in his palms then began to wash her with it.  Aimee stood still, her head hanging forward while he massaged her back with the foaming soap, lower, over the swell of her butt, down her legs.  She responded effortlessly, sighing and yielding entirely to every stroke of his soapy hands.

             
He turned her around, then skimmed his hands over her sensitive curves, soaping and rinsing.  The hot water and soap and his masterful hands put her in a state of deep, total relaxation.  

             
He kneeled to wash her feet, then caves, knees, thighs.  He saved her labia for last.  He caressed the lips with his fingertips then rinsed the soap away with the spray from a detachable shower head.

             
It was absolutely maddening.   Her whole body felt like it was thrumming, vibrating, needing his touch.

             
She blinked open her eyes to see him smiling at her.   She grabbed the shampoo.  “My turn.”

             
She lifted her arms.  “You’re too tall,” she complained.

             
Mark sat on the bench, which put her breasts right at his eye level.   She massaged the foam into his soft hair,  enjoying the way he moaned as she rubbed his temples.  He stood up again to rinse under the spray.   Smoothing the body wash over his taut muscles of his shoulders and chest, she looked down at the head of his cock squeezed between their bellies.

             
So hopeful.   So eager for her.    She trailed her fingertips over his strong abs, then paused.    She looked into Mark’s face, seeing the need there, as raw and obvious as her own.   His openness touched her very much. 

             
She poured more gel into her hands, then gripped his cock.  Her slippery fingers slid over the impressive length, drawing a shudder from him.  Slowly, she milked and teased him, enjoying every twitch.  Mark bent his head, capturing her lips with his.   “So good,” he hissed.  “Feels so good.”

             
She cupped his balls, making him groan.  She kissed his neck, then he gently pushed her away.  “I don’t want to come yet,” he explained brusquely.

             
He shut off the spray, opened the door and grabbed the first towel he saw.   He began rubbing her down.

             
She stood on the heated marble, bewildered as he dragged the terrycloth over her body.  He discarded the towel and held her hand, pulling her to the bed.    He pressed her down onto her back, then climbed on top of her.  Just the weight of him sent her into outer space.  Steely hard and so hot, smelling of sweet soap and beneath it, he tang of male musk.  He left her breathless.

             
Then he started kissing her, compelling and demanding.  She felt it to the core.    His heavy thigh rested between her legs and she began to lift and rub herself against him slightly.

             
She opened entirely to his seeking, hot mouth.   The sensual touch of his tongue against hers made her heart pound, her nipples ache, and her core clench with need.

             
He lifted his face from hers, stroking her hair back from her flushed and fevered face.  “I have an idea.”

             
“Everything is wonderful,” she said, gulping air.

             
“I’d like you to tell me what you’d like.”

             
Her teeth clamped on her bottom lip.

             
“Anything you want, baby.  Anything.   Tell me what you want, I’ll make it happen.”

             
She swallowed the urge to say nothing.  Or
exactly what you’re doing
– which would have been plenty.   Would have been more than enough, in fact.   But it wasn’t the whole truth.   And she saw that he craved pleasing her.

             
“I want…”

             
He nuzzled into her neck.  “Tell me.  Anything you want.  I don’t want to just fuck you.   I want to make you fly apart.    Fall to pieces.  Come undone.”  He placed a hot, openmouthed kiss on her collarbone that made her arch off the bed.

             
She felt her cheeks blush.   But she was trying to be brave. “I… um… I want you to lick me.”

             
He brought his head up, his eyes searching her face.   “Really?”

             
She almost laughed.  He looked like a kid being told he could go to Disneyland.

             
“Yeah.  I want you to … do it.”

             
He dusted his lips across hers, then kissed her neck.  His hands moved to the swells of her tits.  He nuzzled into her, grasping her left nipple with his hot mouth.    He sucked and licked, teasing the nipples into sharp, painful peaks.   Her breasts felt heavy, like they were glowing with heat.

             
Mark dragged a trail of kisses over her belly, pausing at the pink scars of her surgery, which he kissed so gently she could barely feel it.  Then he nuzzled into the damp hair of her muff.  He kissed her inner thighs, nibbling the sensitive flesh, then breathing over the hot seam of her labia.

             
She felt his breath, then the hot contact of his tongue.   She jumped, the acute pleasure arcing through her like an electric volt.  She cried out and reached for the rough silk of his damp hair.

             
Mark lifted one weak leg over his shoulder, then began to flutter his tongue over her aching, swollen clitoris.   Slowly he licked and teased, sucking the nub until she felt she was going to lose her mind.   Come apart, like Mark said.

             
She was awed by his sweetness; it was like he was trying to convince her of something and this was the only way he knew how to do it.   And oh, she had been right when she was afraid.  It
was
intimate.  Very intimate, and she didn’t mind.  He was there with her, in the same emotional space, and she felt safe and cherished.

             
She began to lift her hips as his maddening, delicious tempo increased.    Never had she known this kind of intense pleasure.  It seemed to come at her in stereo, from every direction.

The blinding, sugary rush of pleasure burst through her.  She cried out, gripping the bedsheets as her body vibrated with pleasure.  It threw her, left her gasping, even as the shimmering waves began to die away.    She sank helplessly against the pillows, dazed, and yet oddly empty. 

              Mark’s cock was turgid, gleaming with melted pearls of pre-come.   He moved between her legs, then rubbed the blunt tip of his cock against the sensitive flesh, nudging and prodding.    

             
She was hyper-sensitive after that violent orgasm, and his deep penetration was overwhelming, slick and soft though she was.

             
He pushed deeper, each short, hard shove jerking a whimpering gasp from her throat.   She braced her hands overhead, against the headboard and Mark leaned forward to cup her exposed breasts.    “I love your body,” he said.

             
She shut her eyes.

             
“Please,” he said, softly pleading.  “Don’t hide.  I need you.  Right here.  With me.”  His hips moved forward, filling her with him.  So deep.

             
She stared back at him, the intensity amplified.    “Can I have something else?”

             
“Anything.  I’ll give you anything I have.”

             
She pressed him back.  His cock came out with a wet suck.   She sat up on her knees, then straddled him.   She had never been on top before.  Seth had always insisted on either missionary or behind.   And she
hated
it from behind. She felt like a piece of meat.

             
But the thought of having that huge, heavy club inside her, being able to squirm and wiggle and bounce on it filled her with lust.    

             
“Oh God,” Mark breathed.   

             
He held his cock up for her.   She hovered over the head, then slowly began to take him inch by incredible inch.   Mark leaned against the headboard, sitting up so their bellies were pressed together.

             
“You are so beautiful.  I love this.  I can kiss your breasts, kiss your mouth.”

He covered her mouth with his just as she felt him at the hilt.   She’d never been touched so deep.   Never felt so sexy as she felt right this minute because she felt so desired.   She was totally immersed.  No sexual hangups, no qualms.

              Mark’s arms tenderly came around her.  She rubbed and moved on his cock, feeling the orgasm trembling deep inside already.    Mark thrust his tongue into her mouth and at the intimate touch of his tongue, she squeezed around his thick shaft, pulsing and fluttering as the pleasure arched through her.   At the same time, she felt the hot jet of his come, which intensified her own orgasm.

             
She sank against him, their bodies stuck together with sweat.   

             
She felt his lips on her cheek.  “Baby, we didn’t use a condom.”

             
Her eyes fluttered open.   “What?”

             
“We didn’t use a condom.”

             
The implication slowly sank in.    She rose off him and lay down on her side.  She felt the silky wetness between her legs. 

             
“You okay?”  Mark asked, lying next to her.

             
“I don’t have regular cycles.   I have no idea if I’m at risk for pregnancy.”

             
“It’s okay.  Whatever happens, we’ll take care of it.”

             
She felt weirdly calm.  Not because she wanted a baby – that was the last thing she wanted right now – but because she was so tired of worrying about everything.   It was like she had no more capacity to freak out.   She lay there, looking into Mark’s steady gray eyes, and she felt that yes, they would burn that bridge if they came to it.  Together.

             
To her horror, tears began to form in her eyes.  

“What is it, Aimee?”
             

             
She shook her head.

             
“Talk to me.”
              “I’m so tired,” she said.  It sounded embarrassing, like she was whining.   And she didn’t want to be a whiner.   But she couldn’t stop.   She had no more pride; he had melted her down, exposed her raw essence.

             
“You’ve been through a lot.  You can be tired.”

             
She smiled against her will.   “It’s crazy but that actually feels good to not be judged for my emotions.”

             
“I like your emotions.”

             
She giggled.  “You’re the only guy in the world who would say that.”

             
Mark reached out to brush a lock of her hair out of her face.  

             
And you are the only guy who matters.

Fourteen

Aimee awoke buried beneath a mound of downy drifts in the most comfortable bed she’d ever slept in.   Every part of her body felt marvelously rested and radiant. When she stretched, the only ache she felt was between her legs.  A soft, deliciously bruised feeling reminded brought back sensual memories of last night.  They’d awoken in the night and made love twice more.  Each time was more intense than before, leaving her in a strange state of being completely satisfied, and yet wanting more.   Wanting him.   She was insatiable, but was in good company because he seemed to share that condition.

             
She peeped over the edge of the thick down comforter and saw that the rain had passed.  Through the tall windows, she saw the peaks and a slice of blazing blue sky.   On a chair in the corner, Mark looked up from his laptop.  His feet were propped on the ottoman, and he was shirtless.    Good lord, his chest was so amazing she was tempted to burn all his shirts.