Desire Unleashed (11 page)

*

Kathy cried out, but abruptly bit back the sound before it had time to gain momentum and erupt from her lips in a scream. She blinked back the tears that sprang involuntarily to her eyes determined not to let them fall. She knew there’d be pain but wasn’t prepared for the sudden sharp intensity, and Shane hadn’t been particularly gentle with her. He was a big man in every way, and he was suspended over her now with a look of stunned disbelief on his face.

“Kathy, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you, I had no idea,” he stammered and started to ease out of her.

“It’s all right, I’m okay, please don’t stop,” she said, locking her arms around his neck. She’d come this far and wanted to finish it. She held his gaze, his face a mixture of concern and indecision. She smiled encouragingly until it cleared.

“Wrap your legs around me then.”

Kathy did as instructed, and Shane gently began to glide in and out of her.

“How does that feel babe, not hurting? I’ll stop if you want me to.”

“No, it’s starting to feel mm…” She searched for the word. “Better.”

*

Ice rocked his hips in the action of lovers that was as old as time itself. In spite of what Kathy had said, from the way she held herself tense, he knew he was hurting her. He’d had visions of pleasuring her all night long, but that was before. He didn’t want to cause her more pain, hell, he felt bad enough as it was, but if he let go of his control and went with it, it wouldn’t take much to send him over the edge, so for her sake he decided to end it quick.

With a few sharp thrusts, he surged into her. Her muscles contracted around his cock, his balls tightened, and he exploded. Her tight pussy gripped him like a vice, milking him as wave after wave of liquid heat pulsed through his body. The blood in his veins hummed, his heart beat like a drum, euphoria flooded him, he felt invincible, and with a jolt, he realized he was ready to go again.

Ice could only put his quick recovery down to the fact that the last five months had been a sexual low patch. Maybe that was also why he’d had these uncharacteristic fantasies where Kathy was concerned. However, he wasn’t a selfish lover, and it did worry him that he hadn’t brought her to orgasm again. He promised himself that her next time would be one she’d never forget.

Withdrawing, he moved off her, and pulling her into his arms, kissed her temple while stroking her smooth cheeks and petting her soft hair. God, her hair was nice. It was so long and silky and smelled like a rose garden. He inhaled deeply, filling his nostrils with her scent. She looked so fragile cuddled up to him, like a porcelain doll that needed tender words and cherishing, but even with that thought, the sight of her was making him horny, and he needed to put some distance between them.

Ice climbed out of bed, and pulling up the covers, draped them around her. “I’m going to get rid of this condom—you just lay there and relax. I know it wasn’t great for you, but next time, I’ll take you to the stars.”

Ice headed for the bathroom, switched on the light, and shut the door behind him. He shook his head in disbelief. What a monumental fuck up. He leaned against the back of the door and thought things couldn’t have gone any worse, but then he reached down to remove the latex from his still aroused cock. The sight of the broken condom froze the blood in his veins. No fucking way.

His well-ordered compartmentalized world was collapsing around him like a house of cards. What the hell was he supposed to do now? What if she got pregnant? His SEAL life and his sex life were kept in separate boxes that could not overlap. No way. Ice found himself praying that even though she’d been a virgin, she was on the pill

Trying to gather his scattered wits, he paced the small bathroom like a caged lion. He needed to think on his feet. He’d only done two laps when his years of training kicked in. Releasing his breath, he turned on the taps, splashed his face with cool water, and began to rationalize the situation.

One. This was her first time.

Two. How likely is it she’d fall pregnant the first time? Not very.

Three. Should I tell her? Nah, why worry her unnecessarily.

Four. Chill out. Find out if she’s on the pill.

Ice felt better and filled the sink. Knowing Kathy would be sticky, he took a soft cloth from the cupboard, soaked it in the tepid water, and wrung out the excess. Picking up a dry towel, he flicked off the light and went back to the bedroom.

*

Kathy lay quietly on the bed, a myriad of thoughts rushing through her mind. This hadn’t turned out the way she’d imagined. Sure the oral was great, more than she’d expected really. She was shivering just remembering the way Shane’s tongue had sucked and stroked her, but the actual intercourse was a fizzer.

When Shane first pushed into her, she was shocked at how much it hurt, yes she was expecting it, but it was a shock nevertheless. The pain was brief only lasting an instant, and when he began rhythmically gliding inside her again, it had started to feel good, but before she even neared her peak, he’d ejaculated. Despite that, she was glad he’d at least provided protection, ‘cause she sure as heck hadn’t given it a thought.

Kathy couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. In the romance novels she’d read, the hero always brought the heroine to earth shattering fulfillment before claiming his own release, but Shane had come so suddenly that perhaps he wasn’t able to wait for her. Maybe it was just in books that guys had that much self-control, or maybe Shane wasn’t much more experienced than her.

Thunder rumbled outside, and she pulled the covers closer and listened to the steady rhythm of the rain against the windowpane. It was a comforting sound that lulled her into a light doze, which was how Shane found her when he re-entered the room.

“Are you awake?” he whispered.

Kathy opened her eyes with a self-conscious smile. Shane towered over her with a towel in his hand.

“I’m just going to clean you up babe,” he explained as he sat beside her on the bed and peeled back the covers.

“No, please, I can do it,” she protested, trying to snatch the cloth from him in a tug-of-war, but he held tight.

“Listen babe, I did it, so I’ll do it. You just lay still and relax.”

The determined set of his jaw told her it would be useless to protest further, so she released the cloth, settled against the pillows, and cast about for something other to think on than his ministrations.

*

Ice stroked her gently with the damp cloth praying there’d be no repercussions. “Kathy, I’m real sorry your first time wasn’t great. Next time I promise it’ll be a whole lot better.”

“That’s okay Shane,” she murmured. “I have read sometimes men get carried away in the heat of the moment and can’t control their timing, but I’m sure you did your best.”

Mortification stilled his hands. Did … his … best. His attempt at consideration she’d interpreted as, he couldn’t control his fucking timing. How the hell could he respond to that?

Ice’s thoughts were in a quandary. It was a precarious situation in which he found himself. On the one hand, he was chuffed she’d chosen him to take her virginity, it appealed to his male vanity, but on the other, he was annoyed she thought him sexually incompetent. He was pissed off for misreading all the obvious signs. Even Wolf had recognized she was pure, so why the heck hadn’t he? Because he was a dumbass consumed by raw lust who let his dick rule his head.

The reality was he’d chosen to ignore the obvious—she was an innocent. Because in all honesty, if he had acknowledged the fact, he’d never have taken up with her in the first place, and he’d wanted her bad.

As he wiped and soothed her heated flesh, his once dormant territorial instincts demanded to know if he had been the first to touch her intimately, the first to give her an orgasm.

“Tell me baby,” he demanded, his voice guttural. “Am I the only one who has ever pleasured you like that?”

Color bloomed in her cheeks at his very direct question, and when she nodded her head, his gut clenched.

“God, Kathy.”

Strong possessive feelings swelled, ignited by her revelation, overwhelming him and scaring him shitless. How was it that a woman as sexy as her, had remained untouched for so long? It didn’t make sense, but he wasn’t about to dwell on that now. Unable to resist the temptation of her creamy breasts, he leaned down, and drawing the tip into his mouth, suckled it gently.

Kathy moaned and squirmed, tunneled her fingers in his hair, and pressed his head harder against her breast. He discarded the cloth he was still holding. It was evident from her reaction that she wanted more, and hot damn, if he wasn’t going to give it to her.

Ice released her nipple with a soft, wet plop. At her look of confusion he soothed, “Just relax and enjoy babe.”

He was determined to make it up to her. He was her first sexual experience, and while he couldn’t change the clumsy way he’d just fucked her, he could at least give her some pleasure now to remember the moment. Settling between her thighs, he lifted her legs and draped them over his shoulders, exposing her to his probing tongue.

The soft sounds coming from the back of her throat were driving him nuts. He wanted to bury more than his tongue in her hot little pussy, but that would have to wait for another time. He was not about to risk hurting her again tonight.

Ice devoted himself to the task at hand, giving her the full attention she craved. When she mewed, it was such a turn on that he was in danger of exploding himself. But this was about her, so he squashed those urges, and knowing how she liked it, swirled his tongue over her sensitive little bead and nipped it playfully with his teeth instead. Her response was immediate and gratifying; she arched up and her breath hitched.

When he guessed she was just about there, he drew her nub into his mouth and suckled the little pearl to orgasm.

Kathy’s vociferous response stroked his ego. “I knew you’d like it,” he gloated as he crawled up beside her on the bed. He was hard and hurting, but he gathered her into his arms. She turned and nestled into his body, her hot breath tickling the hairs on his chest. Even that simple act was pleasingly erotic to him. As her breathing slowed to normal, he lifted her chin to see her face, but she refused to meet his eyes.

“You’re not embarrassed are you?” he hazarded a guess.

“Maybe just a bit,” she admitted.

“You didn’t seem too embarrassed a few minutes ago when you were yelling your head off,” he tormented her.

Her eyes flew wide. Their gazes locked, hers held alarm, his twinkled with suppressed laughter, and she immediately relaxed against him.

“I knew you’d be a screamer.” He laughed.

She slapped his chest. “You’re such a kidder, Shane.” Her touch was playful.

“Me, a kidder? No way, babe.” His teasing tone belied the seriousness of his words.

*

Kathy lifted her leg and draped it across Shane’s body. Her knee came in contact with his heavy arousal, and she froze. He was still erect and obviously in need of relief. Her timid fingers reached out and stroked him from base to tip. It was a snap decision, made without conscious thought, but she delighted in the smoothness of his shaft.

Shane gripped her hand. “You don’t have to do that.”

“But I want to.”

“Fine, then let me show you how I like it.” His hand wrapped around hers, demonstrating the fluid even movements of how he liked to be squeezed and stroked.

Her fingers glided experimentally over his penis until she could feel it throb and pulsate with every rhythmic stroke. He was built like a stallion, no wonder his penetration had hurt, but that was in the past, and she could hardly wait until he took her again. As she worked his penis, ragged sounds escaped his lips, his hand dropped away, and he relaxed against the pillows. An involuntary grin lit her face when she sensed the subtle change come over him. On a mission now, she pumped harder, increasing the pressure and swiftness of her stroke, and was rewarded accordingly when he came with a groan.

Kathy was in good spirits, relishing the feeling of power that his abandonment had given her. His labored breath testament of how deeply he’d been affected. She pressed her lips to his forehead and decided to have a bit of fun at his expense too.

“I’m so glad it’s still storming outside.”

“Why’s that, babe?” His languid response held a dreamy edge.

Tongue in cheek her voice was syrup sweet as she replied. “Well babe, the way you shouted just then you could have woken the neighbors.”

His eyes flew open. The sparkle in hers must have been a dead giveaway, and he twinkled back. “Aren’t we lucky the neighbors are so understanding?”

“Yes we are.” She giggled.

Shane made a move to get up, but Kathy pushed him back. “Stay there, I need to use the bathroom.” Slipping off the bed, she picked up the damp cloth from the floor. “I’ll be back in a tick.”

Alone in the bathroom, Kathy studied her reflection. She didn’t look any different, but she sure felt different. She was confident now that the decision to sleep with Shane had been the right one, particularly after their last little episode.

She was also glad that she’d waited and hadn’t experimented at college like most of her other friends had, but then again, her agenda had been different back then.

While her family wasn’t poor exactly, she didn’t have the financial support enjoyed by the other girls, that, and the knowledge of how hard her mother worked just to provide the tuition fees was enough to keep her focused. With assignments and her part-time job, she was flat-out making grades and didn’t have time for a relationship, and indulging in trivial or casual flings was definitely not her style. No one night stands for her.

Kathy flushed the toilet and washed her hands. She gathered up the cloth and rinsed it clean, gave it a squeeze, and headed back to the bedroom.

*

Ice drowsily acknowledged Kathy sponging the stickiness from his abdomen with the damp cloth. He allowed her a few quick wipes to take care of business before seizing and tossing it to the floor as he pulled her in beside him. The covers, he dragged up and over them in one neat movement, spooning her body with his as he did. She wiggled and settled her bottom against his groin. His hand drifted to her hip, but she caught it and placed it snugly against her heart. His fingers opened and his palm molded her breast as their bodies aligned. A perfect fit.